Red Sleeping Beauty I've been sound asleep for twenty years If I'm sound asleep a hundred years She won't wake me She won't wake me I've been sound asleep for twenty years If I'm sound asleep a thousand years He won't wake me He won't wake me Nothing stirs us Sound asleep We're sound asleep Nothing stirs us Sound asleep We're sound asleep While there's still a war to win My red dream is everything They won't wake me They won't wake me Nothing stops us Sound asleep We're sound asleep Nothing stops us Sound asleep We're sound asleep Should The Bible Be Banned My name is Dave I killed my brother I whacked an axe through his head On the hottest day of the year My blood was boiling I said, "You're dying" And so the blood flowed I'm in jail The press were eager to question me "How could you do such a thing?" My father hated me He always took my brother's side For Christmas he would get a car And I'd be given 50p All alone in my room Just a Bible Of Cain and and Abel I'd read How my heart bled for Cain He had problems but God ignored them It made me so mad I'm in jail When the story broke Placards read "Now should the bible be banned?" I'm in jail When the story broke Placards read "Now should the bible be banned?" The Home Secretary is looking closely into it Could a copycat killer copy the Book of Genesis? Should the bible be banned To keep the peace? Should the bible be banned To keep the peace? Should the bible be banned To keep the peace? Should the bible be banned To keep the peace? Should the bible be banned To keep the peace? Should the bible be banned To keep the peace? Should the bible be banned To keep the peace? Should the bible be banned To keep the peace? An MP Speaks Sweet little schoolgirl smile Your golden arms beckon me on Lips seem to speak, seem to lead me Beautiful one Your burning tongue For you that I do these things For you that I do these things Shielding you from ill While you're a child I'll be your knight There's vice everywhere Porn on the screen Sex in the street Vile foreign men As I said in the House there are sewers beneath Waiting to burst all over us For you that I do these things For you that I do these things The Fall My mother, the Red Arrow fly Nosedives towards me London is falling down London is falling down Shining new pylons descend to the earth As I walk towards them skyscrapers crash down to the ground London is falling down, down down London is falling down Inside and outside what goes up comes down London is falling down, down down down down London is falling down I'll take a plane or a kite I'm flying Northwards I'm going uptown London is falling down, down down down down London is falling down Inside and outside what goes up comes down London is falling down London is falling down London is falling down London is falling down The Funeral Mother they were lowering slowly into her grave And the good priest was speaking on the happiness above Here below where man was made to work and weep (work and weep) We all must walk through evil lands and bales of suffering Suddenly a shout blew the ceremony The undertaker's man came running and waved a piece of paper "Sir this bill," he sought to let the undertaker know, "it's not paid" "Well stop the show," his master said The gravediggers raised the corpse and waited patiently at hand The priest hissed in some dismay, "Is this quite the time or place?" Venomously father said, "We'll have the money Tuesday" The undertaker had to laugh, "Well Tuesday she'll be buried" "Charity," wept the priest in utter disbelief "Father Angerblow," the undertaker said "This misses business man and that coffin is worth a lot Open it up right away boys there are others who can pay" Here below where man was made to work and weep (work and weep) We all must go through evil lands and bales of suffering We Are All Bourgeois Now There's something wrong somewhere here So through unclean streets I made my way With holes in my shoes And my children asleep at my feet I paid my way In every town on the way The people looked grey The buildings looked healthy But one day I met a man With money to spare He said he would tell me how it is "The State," he began "Has been propping up people too long For far too long We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered To make our way through the world But we are all bourgeois now Once there was class war But not any longer Because baby we are all bourgeois now So go out and make your way in the world We're free to choose We're all free to choose We're all free to choose We're free to choose In booming Britain we all work together To raise ourselves in the world Each of us knows someone Who has done well for themselves So well for themselves" "Thank you" I said as I left "I'll be on my way I see how it is" We are all bourgeois now And somehow I'll raise myself in the world I'm free to choose We're all free to choose We're all free to choose I'm free to choose We're all bourgeois now We're all bourgeois now We're bourgeois now Antinature Antinature From the future We sing Go to the Highlands And put a bomb underneath a mountain Sweet little creatures Eat, sleep, shit the day away I won't be at the mercy of myself In every country A million raging ids Wage a war for the control Of our unhappy kids Do you want to go back Into the cold, into the darkness? We will win You can do anything. Antinature Nuclear power? Yes please Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill them Injure them Rip out their hearts Tear out their tongues Hurt them I want to Fight them Those people Tear their flesh to bits Rip them to pieces With my fingernails They could reveal Those people who hurt animals Frans Hals They calculate how much it takes to stop Iran And send it out to me Sleeping in the trash Begrudging everything They're keen to deal with me So yesterday I This land informs me These are better days You stop your money There's no more money We've already paid We're making money I said you're joking The rich are out to get to me They want to see me hung drawn and quartered You bastards gave me And I will pinch you dry It's not much to do It's all I can do But one day soon The poor will deal with you Make your will out mate They know your names and they know your faces Make your will out mate They know your names and they know your faces They will deal with you They'll really deal with you The Myth of the North-South Divide And close the day to think about something We dance to the melody of the times We count out feelings by Big Ben's chimes For here, no one is poor All of us are rich We have all lined up on the same side We are making money, that could never be denied The streets down here are paved with gold Or silver at least For we are living in the sunny Southeast You Northerners, Scotsmen and Welsh You know where your enemy's to be found In the soft, prosperous south bed South For here, no one is poor We all roll in it We've all lined up on the same side And we don't mind it's the North that's paying for it The streets down here are paved with gold Or silver at least For we are living in the sunny Southeast But as we see The real moneybags are pointing the way up a one-way street Then if they will then it's work to treat Oh let's politicize the North-South divide If it's not a question of class war We will save ourselves and let us stay poor Something Wrong Somewhere Saw into my sorry state There was something wrong somewhere Spoke to me when it was late Now I can't show my face anywhere Something wrong Something wrong somewhere Something wrong Something wrong somewhere The wrong people playing the chords There was something wrong somewhere The capital prisons and the House of Lords Now I can't show my face anywhere Something wrong Something wrong somewhere Something wrong Something wrong somewhere With paper burns and sighs and groans There was something wrong somewhere Never ever spoke to anyone Now I can't show my face anywhere Something wrong Something wrong somewhere Something wrong Something wrong somewhere This Nelson Rockefeller You have been so good to me always But it's a dirty world out there The whole world knows it's so out there But do I really have to let you down? Golden rings on his fingers And golden bells in his hand This Nelson Rockefeller Is all to be a never were Do I detest him? Yes of course I do He not tunes he's not much fun But look at all the things he's done Brand new clothes everywhere You've always been so good to me Staying right by my side He strokes my hair He pats my seat He pets my Johnson when he leaves This Nelson Rockefeller Is all to be a never were Do I detest him? Yes of course I do He works for the stock exchange He's everything that we hate But do I really have to let you down? He strokes my hair He pats my seat He pets my Johnson when he leaves This Nelson Rockefeller Is all to be a never were Do I detest him? Yes I do You've always been so good to me Staying right by my side Charles Windsor Charles Windsor, who's at the door At such an hour, who's at the door In the back of an old green Cortina You're on your way to the guillotine Here the rabble comes The kind you hoped were dead They've come to chop, to chop off your head Hundreds of bound big business men Hacks from The Sun, military men So many rich men weep in despair On and on into Trafalgar Square Here the rabble comes The kind you hoped were dead They've come to chop, to chop, chop, chop your head These once peaceful streets The scenes of revenge you had not wished to see Revenge is so sweet for those who have never known anything sweet Here the rabble come The kind you hoped were dead They've come to chop, to chop off your head From The Damned Going down down again Every day the same again Every day dragged through the gates The damned in the rain In the rain the offices Every day the same again Every day dragged through the gates The damned in the rain Gone for them and the money men Going down (down again) Dragged through the gates The damned in the rain Every day dragged though the gates The damned in the rain In the rain the offices Every day (dragged again) Dragged through the gates The damned in the rain Child Soon In Chains When I lay you in the cop and devil sings When you're locked away for eleven years When the ties that bind you tight when I untie When they've drained away your prize You'll be free when you've lost your mind When you go to work that's when you feel you're free When you're locked away for a hundred years When what would seem so strange will be familiar Because you're mine because you're mine While you sleep he'll be thinking of you Very soon he'll be coming after you The Enemy Is At Home (For The Fat Lady) In the fighting My life ended The queen isn't here to state any flaws that make me resigned to it My heart's not beating This land's not our land One year ago Everyone from the rest of the world's waiting to take our jobs So my heart said You fool You fool You fool You... Ministers preaching Papers screaming Everyone from the rest of the world's waiting to attack us Not us but them The Well of Loneliness You sit still inside a well where you wish all will be well You're silently dreaming what no tongue can ever tell This is the well of loneliness, oh, this is the well of loneliness And oh, of broken promises, where you have decided nothing changes I once thought fame and romance could drag me out of hell But they have only chained me here, in a lifelike prison cell They are many, we are few There's not much that we can do In a well of no hoping, there's no point in hoping In a well of no hoping, there's no hope, there's no point in hoping This is the well of loneliness, oh, this is the well of loneliness And oh, of broken promises, where you have decided nothing changes They promised me paradise if I fell under their spell Glazed-eyed passive citizens suit them very well This is the well of loneliness, oh, this is the well of loneliness And oh, of broken promises, where you have decided nothing changes. Could these sleepers ever wake, or have we come too late? They have done such a good job on them down there in the well. They are many, we are few (I see no way up, I see no way out). There's not much that we can do (I see no way up, I see no way out). In a well of no hoping, there's no point in hoping. In a well of no hoping, there's no hope, there's no point in hoping In a well of no hoping, there's no hope, there's no point in hoping Is there hope? You're Alive We brought you poppy fields But we brought you money too So selfish you're evil Her desire thrown aside You're alive You're alive Riots strike revolt Tell me why, why? Hold me, kiss me Never leave me I'm dying You're alive You've alive Keep an Open Mind or Else Oh come along now It's not quite like you say With my last breath I'll fight for your right to disagree But I don't believe It's as simple as you say No I don't believe In our arguing myself Now well I know you should never Think that you know everything You should never, oh never Think that you know everything An open mind Oh why don't you keep? It's the true side Of the civilized Argue forever But don't you ever rest I don't believe In any such arguments as these They might win the game But they never will with me For I make mine up As I go along You should always try to see Another person's point of view You should never, oh never Think that you know everything Because you will find There are mysteries Too deep to be explained With the brain Oh shut your trap Or I'll shut it up for you I don't believe in facts No I just believe in me Argue, I don't care Would you like your face smashed in? Say anything I will be never be convinced You should always try to see Another person's point of view You should never, oh never Think that you know everything An open mind Oh why don't you keep? It's the true side Of the civilized If you ever put your ideas Into practice anyway To be sure I'll be the first one To be calling the police I'm Not A Patriot But... Far away in Central America Young men and women fight to make their country free To kick out a foreign army The enemies of freedom What will you say when someone asks you "Whose side are you on?" In your fight, sisters and brothers far away I'm on your side But not far away Young men and women fight to keep their country free To kick out a foreign army The enemies of freedom What will you say when someone asks you "Whose side are you on?" In your fight, sisters and brothers not far away I'm not on your side Differences? Don't bother me with differences Just let me think of it I'm not a patriot, but It's British boys you're gunning down It's our good boys you kill I'm not a patriot, but I won't turn against my land There's a great difference between liberators and those who only kill You are terrorists and they are freedom fighters You are murderers and they are revolutionaries In your fight, sisters and brothers not far away I'm not on your side Differences? Don't bother me with differences Just let me think of it I'm not a patriot, but It's British boys you're blowing up It's our good boys you kill I'm not a patriot, but I won't turn against my land, no, no I'm not a patriot, but I won't turn against my land [I want you to repeat after me: I am (I am) a revolutionary] Comrade Era Come right now Come right now and forever Citizen You're not the only one Come right now Come right now and forever back to the McCarthy lyrics archive |