Russians
It's pissing down with rain
The dogs they all do howl
Just beneath the surface, the faces all do scowl
Selling off an empire, they sell it by the pound
The Russians in the market square
Give him 15 Deutschmarks for an old red hat
He will sell you the coat off of his back
And he's looking handsome and he's looking sad
The Russian in the market square
The Russian in the market
The Russian in the market
The Russian in the market square
He'll tell you stories about his past
He'll tell you stories if you ask
And he's looking handsome and he's looking sad
The Russians in the market square
Yes, the Russian in the market
Yes, the Russian in the market
Yes, the Russian in the market square
Yes, the Russian in the market
Yes, the Russian in the market
The Russian in the market square
Yes, the Russian in Frankfurt Square
Bad
I'll pick you up early
From the school gates at 3:30
I'll take you down Soho
Be ready to Go-Go
The perverts will be ready
The queue it will be steady
I'll charge you 50 percent
And then I'll charge you for the rent
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
I'll feed you narcotics
Make sure you're erotic
And then I'll feed some to your pals
And soon I'll have a chain of gals
I'll wait outside your school
I'll seem so nice, I'll seem so cool
In my expensive car
I promise I'll make you a star
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
I'll get you a modeling contract
Just lie here on your back
And let perverts stick it in
And leer at you with sickly grins
My paedophile ring, it's the best
My customers they all attest
So come on perverts, come on down
I've got the best ring in the town
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
I keep it in the family
All my daughters work for me
Smell
I saw the piss running down your leg,
I knew that you were not well,
I saw the vomit come out of your mouth
and I knew that you were in hell.
And I love you though you smell
I saw you down in Finsbury park,
you were down before you fell
and saw your face it was scarlet and red
and I knew that you were in hell,
And I love you though you smell
after the breakdown, society cared
but social workers can't be everywhere
And I love you though you smell
And I love you though you smell
Terrible
On Mondays murder children, little girls and boys
I put my hands around their throats till they don't make a noise
Tuesdays torture animals, pluck off small birds wings
Watch them as they bleed to death, then they don't sing
Wednesdays I defecate on the priest's front door
If the priest he does complain, I just do it some more
Thursdays I Molatov the local orphans home
Love those little orphans, charred down to the bone
I'm terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed
To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd
On Fridays sodomize tender virgin nuns
Tie them up, lear at them, and then I have my fun
Saturdays I stand and sing my sad, sad, sick, sick songs
To anyone who listen, who in the head is wrong
Sundays, Sundays, the day I love the best
Rape, murder, pillage while other people rest
I'm terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed
To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd
I'm terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed
But when I do offend someone it makes me feel so proud
Your Suicides
Jesus
well, you went to your shrink in Brighton,
he said there's nothing he could do,
you went to the hospital, they hadn't a cure for you.
your mother wants you committed and your father, he does too,
and you live in an underpass, next to Waterloo.
Jesus, Jesus what are you going to do,
Jesus, Jesus how are you going to pull through?
la la la
you're having hallucinations, you're hearing voices too,
the nurses giving you lots of drugs, 'cause they're fucking good for you.
yes, turn this water into wine, you'll be popular if you do,
and you live in an underpass, next to Waterloo.
Jesus, Jesus what are you going to do,
Jesus, Jesus how are you going to pull through?
la la la
they found your body and your body had turned blue,
they found it in an underpass, next to Waterloo.
Jesus, Jesus what are you going to do,
Jesus, Jesus how are you going to pull through?
Crap
there's crap on the records, there's crap on CD,
it's got to be crap, it's an industry.
this crap makes me angry, this crap makes me sad,
cause this crap, yes this crap, yes this crap is so bad.
yes this crap (X19) this crap (X 19)
crap on the television, crap on TV,
it's got to be crap, it's an industry.
well this crap is a sickness, this crap's a disease,
this crap rots our brains and brings us to our knees.
Hell
Climbing up the heavenly stairs
You know where you're going when you know where
You're going to hell
Yes, you're going to hell.
You're going down a hundred eighty degrees,
You can see when you can see
You're going to hell
Yes, you're going to hell.
You were weak, you were easy to squeeze,
They did with you as they please,
You're going to hell
Yes, you're going to hell.
They're going to tear you limb from limb
Because of your so called sin
You're going to hell,
Yes, you're going to hell.
They're going to tear you limb from limb
Because of your so called sin
You're going to hell,
Murder
murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex, I always come,
I like to stalk those I abuse,
I like them to struggle so I can refuse.
murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex, I always come.
I like to go prowling on Saturday night,
I like them to struggle and put up a fight.
murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex, because I always come,
I've murdered so many i have lost count,
the pleasure it gives me is a large amount.
murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex because I always come,
I murdered the vicar, i murdered his son,
murdered his dad and i murdered his mum.
and I murdered, murdered, murdered, murdered
cats, cats, cats...... as a boy,
then I moved on to dogs, I moved on to dogs, I moved on to dogs
dogs, dogs,dogs.......now it's the McCoy..
murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex because I always come,
public opinion, it don't swell,
the consensus is I am unwell.
murder is easy, murder is fun.
it's better than sex because I always come,
Beat Me
beat me till I'm black, beat me till I'm blue,
i will,I will love you.
beat me till I cry, beat me till I die,
I will love you.
and burn my house to the ground,
I will not make a sound.
beat me till I bleed, beat me, yes indeed,
I will love you.
beat me till I cry , beat me till I die,
I will love you.
and burn my house to the ground,
I will not make a sound.
so beat me till I'm black,and beat me till I'm blue,
I will , I will love you.
beat me till I'm black and beat me till I'm blue,
I will love you, yes, I will love you.
Tiger Lillie Line
Things are getting hard now, getting hard to find.
Your livers piccalilli, your kidneys are unkind.
Wake up every morning, you'd lie if you felt fine,
Stick you fingers down your throat now, nihilistically inclined.
That's the Tiger Lillie line.
You're hungry for the glory, on the radio you'd mime.
The alcohol consumes you, piccalilli is your mind.
They're feasting at the table, but only scraps and crumbs you find.
You're angry and you're bitter, your hat is full of dimes
Well that's the Tiger Lillie line
You wake up every morning when the clock forgets to chime
You go to sleep each evening, with the whiskey and the wine
That's the Tiger Lillie line
That's the Tiger Lillie line
That's the Tiger Lillie line
Tiger Lillie line
In Her Room
People with cigarettes,
Singers with violets
Some who have no regrets
In her room
Men with no hair
Girls in their underwear
Boys who are debonair
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
Where are the fun times ?
Where are the rum times ?
Where is the sunshine
In her room
Looking for dog-ends
Picking up her friend
Looking for the end
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
Found her beat black and blue
With the words 'I love you'
Tattooed in rouge
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
25 Minutes To Go
Gin
To him remarked his fiancée
As he was set to go away,
“Whatever peril you are in
Swear you won’t resort to gin”.
Once he arrived in regions far
He went to visit the bazaar.
Against the fearful native din
He thought to take a sip of gin,
When he, arrayed in khaki pants,
Would go out hunting elephants.
The sun would make his head spin,
He took a thermos full of gin
As fierce uprisings were put down.
Time after time inside the town
He celebrated every win
By toasting all his troops in gin.
He mumbled “I’m awfully tired”,
Then shortly after he expired,
But not before one last tin
Of something that was labelled gin.
His fiancée came with a wreath
Where he was laid six feet beneath,
Abandoned by his kith and kin
Because he had succumbed to gin.
Mary
Heroin & Cocaine
Jimmy was just coming out of school
When the drug-dealer came
Give me some of that heroin
Some of that cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Jimmy's teacher was very annoyed
He gave Jimmy the cane
He shared his syringe with a class full of boys
Now they all want the same
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Jimmy's turn to die
But please don't you cry
Because Jimmy is in heaven with his drugs
And the angels all try
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Autumn Leaves
Those autumn leaves go past my window.
Those autumn leaves of red and gold.
I see your lips those summer kisses,
Those sunburned hands I used to hold.
Since you went away the nights grow long,
And soon I'll yearn old winter's song
But I'll miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
Weeping Chandelier
Theodora’s parents in the attic told her to play,
She saw their furniture being taken away.
She presently found she had been locked in,
Some bats woke up and heard her sobbing.
The house empty they helped her escape
By a window which they did break.
By the edge of a dump they found a new place to live
Then a music hall turn they worked up and did.
In the provinces the act they first broke,
Theodora played castanets, the bats walked the tightrope,
Theodora danced, the bats played guitars,
Then they somersaulted up into the stars.
Between performances Theodora made sweaters for the bats,
Soon all over Europe crowds they did attract.
Then one evening at a charity tango tea
Theodora met the Duque de Sangree
The Duke showed Theodora his famous chandelier
That weeped when dancers they appeared.
Every time a waltz was played.
Several weeks later their betrothal was made,
Her parents saw her wedding photo,
They recovered their daughter lost so long ago.
But sadly the end is not happy to tell
And did three days later from a balcony her Father fell.
Her Mother while grieving fell off a cliff,
The bats drowned on board a ship.
The Duke was eaten by a shark,
Theodora died of a broken heart.
Piss On Your Grave
Five O'Clock
its our little penthouse, we call it our own,
it's got lots of features, a gold plated phone
and it's all that we've got to lower the tone
at five o'clock in the morning.
it's cock up and shut up, it's right and it's wrong,
it's see you tomorrow, be weak or be strong,
it's hit or be hit, you know I don't care, it's five o'clock in the morning.
the red ,white and blue, it's such a bore,
but it's better than being poor and it's better than being ignored at five o'clock in the morning.
so vomit your guts out on the floor, you know you will be a pawn even though we are the ones that you adore at five o'clock in the morning.
All I'll ever be is your whore, be is your whore, be is your whore. all I'll ever be is your whore, it's five o'clock
Alone With The Moon
Searching for sunlight, there in your room.
Trolling for one light, there in the gloom
You dream of a better day, alone with the moon.
All things are nothing, there in your tomb
All things are nothing, assured is your doom.
You dream of a better day, alone with the moon.
The laughing and joking, they all end too soon
Forgotten memories, forgotten tunes
You dream of a better day, alone with the moon.
That day, it's coming soon,
Alone with the moon, Alone with the moon
Alone with the moon, Alone with the moon
Alone with the moon, Alone with the moon
Alone with the moon, Alone with the moon
Wake Up
Vilification of what you said
Now all the roses are almost dead
Vilification of time's gone by
Well, it's funny how we sometimes cry
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
Well, complications along the way
Make our bodies wanna stray
Hallelujah is on our side
Well, it's funny how we sometimes cry
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
Well, I don't know if it's the beginning
Or if it is the end
I don't know if you're my enemy
Or if you are my friend
I don't know if this is good,
I don't know if this is bad
I don't know if you're happy
Or if you're sad
One day we'll wake up
