Lay in bed
Pretend you’re dead
Ruin your head
In hospitals
Make you well
Make you ill
Forward the bill
In hospitals
Ambulance call
Dreadful fall
Forget it all
In hospitals
E.C.T.
Set me free
From the real me
In hospitals
Author: shaun tenzenmen
Australasian DIY music specialist and practising poet, amongst other things
Arena – 1st September 1986
Gladiators in a theatre of pain
The fight is starting all over again
Crowds applaud in admiration
Waiting in anticipation
This fight is between me and her
One of us will die in the arena
Black – 29th August 1986
You’re so dark
Caught in a wrap
I’ve got you
You sprung my trap
Wrapped in darkness
Deep in the crack
No way to turn
Trapped in black
I’m So Funny – 28th August 1986
Laugh when I choke
I’m always broke
Got no money
But I’m so funny
Writing On The Wall – 26th August 1986
Someone told me
The writing’s on the wall
It became obvious
I went to see it all
I added my dirty scrawl
The police came up behind
As I spray paint the wall
What do I find?
Next week I face the jury
The writing was on the wall for me
Ass Over Tit – 25th August 1986
Slippery ice
Isn’t nice
People surround
The dodgy ground
They saw you do it
Fall ass over tit
Debris – 22nd August 1986
Picking up the pieces
The wreckage of your heart
You showered my desire
Right from the start
You showered me in debris
Made me unable to see
That your friends and you
Were my wrecking crew
Stoneface – 21st August 1986
Come alive when I kiss you
My princess, I miss you
You turned yourself to stone
Your feelings never shown
You died all on your own
Stonehead on your headstone
Forward Into Battle – 19th August 1986
Soldiers stand up
Ready to die
Ready to fight
Behind enemy lines
As they hear the guns rattle
They run into battle
Running into troubled ground
Sounds of gunfire all around
Sarge screams ‘Fight til you die’
Soldier screams and loses his life
By guns, grenades, bullets
Bombs, bazooka or knife
You must go forward
You must go on
Kill or be killed
Til the job is done
Boys Do Cry – 18th August 1986
I’ve seen a tear
From a boy’s eye
It is true
Boys do cry
Boys don’t like it
They run and hide
They don’t want people
To know they’ve cried
The most tears
From someone’s eye
I saw in my mirror
Boys do cry
