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 Monetaries On a cold mids mourner sun sharp right Upon a few tables smiling five pound note Gazing at me from the pavement Wet we looked, it wasn't there I was dreaming, you always are I see coins that were your eyes My eyes shining like sapphires I can't think, and I can't paint, I can't love And no one will, for money makes us of Death to monetaries Death to monetaries I've been happy, you've been sad You have died, you've own you'll be alive Always at my back I hear Always at my back I hear Monetaries Monetaries Monetaries Oh, death to monetaries Death to monetaries The International Narcotics Traffic Music that could take you and your mind to a new steer These are chiming chords to take us both away from here The beat of a drum slips off your head The bass is shaking off your cares On it goes you're carried away on a sea of sound On and on to an ecstasy on a sea of sound The beat of a drum slips off your head The bass is shaking off your cares Up up and away on the beautiful tune Up up and away on the beautiful tune Image burns and silence is filled to a new pitch Cymbals crash with frantic guitars you are lucid The beat of a drum slips off your head The bass is shaking off your cares The Way of the World I would give all of my heart to you If only I could If I had a heart to give I'd give it to you And I'd give no thought to her If only I could But I'd like something to eat And I'd like somewhere to sleep It breaks my heart, but I'm afraid it's true We're all money's fools It's so bad, but it's the way of the world Look at the kindly old soul Asleep in a ditch Is it a crime to be bad When it's not worth being good? It's a rotten old life You tend to find The rotten will rise The best are hung Take a look at that rich shareholder's smile How many heads had to fall Before he could smile? This is the way of the world This is the way of the world, way of the world 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 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 The Vision Of The Peregrine Worsthorne In Fleet Street I lay down to sleep In the seediest journalist bar And in my sleep a vision I dreamed From afar In celestial mist made of light An angel that blinds mortal eyes This vision I knew knew no wrong Only right He took my hand and showed me things I'd never dreamed The veil blinding me was lifted And truth shone, a beacon beaming The vision said softly to me "The people are becoming to free And if you want to sever the tea (?) Oh baby Peregrine is looking grim The economy is falling to pieces It seems quite hopeless Stand steadfastly by the friendly in exchange with free Broadcast calls for order and law Yet all shall be well, all shall be well" The Holy Ghost bid me be bold For wisdom that's weight out of old (?) Could will if it was spread among men Once again The vision departed me then And I awoke cold and distant I knew my mission 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? The Wicked Palace Revolution There was once an evil queen who waved the wand and blighted the land No school no hospital was set in the killing touch of her hand When a queen evil sat Will you leave us in peace? This queen was not alone she was egged on by loads of goblins Her wish was there command they would weave spells and spell death "When it hurts," the son sang "Will you leave us in peace?" But currently help was nigh because of gathered Welshmen Gathered round a lovely band from all those who wished to see Freedom and democracy joyfully the poor people sang The people sang Could it be that now better days will come along? So one they gathered here and all his men who egged him onward Fell on the wicked palace they rid the land of the queen Could it be that now better days will come along? But I see what's clear the evil's dead the queen had gone The head beneath the crown had changed but all else remained the same The land was still laid to waste so sadly the poor people sang The people sang Could it be that never better days will come along? God Made The Virus In this hotbed of vice, in this nursery of sin Let them perish like flies in the reckoning Your evil acts that none can name Let them pave the way to the grave God made the virus to punish the wicked Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new, in the new, in the new The sixties was an evil time Everybody took drugs and had sex all the time On the darkest night was the day to them But a sun arose to kill them God made the virus to punish the wicked Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new This pious plague Is seeking out sin Makes me believe It's our turn to win Though you've slaughtered the foe of the family This holy disease wastes the enemy If you'd only send a special death For the lesbians and the communists God made the virus to punish the wicked Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new This pious plague Is seeking out sin Makes me believe It's our turn to win God made the virus to punish the wicked Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new God made it to punish the wicked 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 A 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 In The Dark Times In barbarous times you were hung If you stole sheep to have something to eat And while you hung the well-to-do Said, "A job well done" Women were burnt at the stake Maybe they'd done nothing Or slapped someone They shouldn't have These were the crimes In the dark times These were the crimes In the barbarous times Pointless was well thought out (?) Some lethal game (?) These were the crimes In the dark times These were the crimes In the dark times Mother went out to the shops And left her baby indoors where she played with matches The house burnt down The mother went to jail Pointless was well thought out (?) Some lethal game (?) These were the crimes In the dark times These were the crimes In the barbarous times The Procession of Popular Capitalism Up and down the Strand I strolled around penniless But there were pockets to pick Beneath the hot august sun When suddenly the sound of singing and laughter arose in the distance And it drew me towards it And as I drew closer I could hear the song they sang, "This is your country too! Join our procession That's marching onwards to war" I could see them I saw how rich they all were At the the head of the gang were top civil servants and captains of industry With well-manicured hands and greasy smiles enticing the populous "Come buy our shares! Who will buy our shares? For this is your country too!" A great procession was marching onwards to war A man on the dole stood cursing them all He told everyone not to be taken in But at the orders of one of the marchers policemen came and beat him to the floor Along Whitehall these dubious characters stared Picking up more and more people MP's, careerists and god's oppressed senators With the sweetest of smiles they held out piggy banks to little children But as they took them the stomping stamping feet trampled them underneath "This is your country too!" A great procession was marching onwards to war "Come along buy your council home" They said to a half-dead mother of ten "With (?) on our side we've reason to smile" They said to a tramp in a pool of alcohol On and on their maniac laughs And their marching beat scaring the night Antiamericancretin This is my melancholy My country is a colony Our once proud nation bowed beneath a baseball bat, Beneath an ice-cool Cola can Englishmen! Rise again! Throw off the yoke of the shake and the Coke! I walk through each dismal street Dismayed by time and disease My eyes once fell upon an English factory But now the fast-food chains I see Away shallow USA Britons will never be slaves! Cleansed of your bases and your trivial TV We'll be everything we used to be Oh, cleansed of your bases and your trivial TV We'll be everything we used to be Unfortunately Oh let us both go To a better town Where money's not scarce Cause otherwise we'll go To the Thames of a certain time Cause otherwise we'll go down To the certain time But let us both go To a better town Where policemen don't tread And weigh things on the trial Cause otherwise we'll go To the serpent time will go There's nothing to drink here No money either Unfortunately But maybe somewhere we will find that money We have always dreamed about There's no luck in this world and there's no next world Unfortunately And so So let us both go To a better town I'm feeling thirsty Your shoes are worn out Cause otherwise we'll go to hell Because we'll go There's nothing to drink here No money either Unfortunately But maybe somewhere we will find that drink That we have always dreamed about There's no luck in this world and there's no next world Unfortunately And so So let us both go Where money's not scarce Bad Dreams Dreams come true It sometimes seems they do I've always dreamt of you Or one just like you The others I never loved They only left me cold The loves that go true Is one only parent of you Who's in your heart? Who were you looking for? When I saw your eyes When I saw your eyes darling I knew I love you Gives me such a thrill when I see you smile Your eyes are like mine The water I saw you in mirrored everything I warmed to your smile Your sweet smile tore open my eyes If you should die You will change into a flower I would die then When I saw your eyes darling I knew With your eyes like mine Your eyes like mine Like mirrors How did I know whose kiss I was after Since a little child This caress I'd been aching for Now I know what I have been chasing Down through the years When I was asleep Dreaming bad dreams Someone Worse Off I'm slowly being dragged I'm so low But I will never bid I'm so low There's only one cure To kill misery There's one cure There's one cure But I feel so low There's someone worse off There's someone worse off Some people make believe that it's love And other people say that it's lies But I know it's hate My heart is a stone There's one cure There's no cure But I feel so low There's someone worse off There's always someone much worse off There's someone worse off There's always someone much worse off The magazine's a new sin I'm not getting dragged down to me People sending strings They're dragged down to me There's someone worse off There's always someone much worse off back to the McCarthy lyrics archive |