The choice of sitting in my room
The choice of being alone
The choice of inner peace
The choice of no one but my own
The choice of noise
The choice of silence
The choice of death
Is not my choice of violence
This is my choice
It suits me fine
Don’t put me down
Don’t waste my time
Just cos you’re stuck in your indecision
Motorious Notorist – 1st January 1987
In your car, you think you’re flash
I wait for the day you’ll have a crash
In your car, you go so fast
You won’t let anyone past
Through the country at high speeds
You don’t listen to pedestrian pleas
Notorious motorist go crash and burn
It’s time to die, now it’s your turn
Real Worlds – 31st December 1986
The real world is happier than fiction
The real world is sadder than fiction
The real world is stranger than fiction
The real world is crazier than fiction
The real world is about what you took
I think I’ll sit down and read a book
Thirty-Five Weeks – 30th December 1986
Thirty-five weeks it’s been going on
It doesn’t seem like that long
I hope nothing goes wrong
I hope it goes on and on
Tumour – 29th December 1986
I am a leech
Sucking you dry
I am the spot
In the corner of your eye
I am the cancer
Destroying your cells
I am the reaper
Ringing your death bells
I am the wart
On your festering hands
I am the mucous
Squeezing at your glands
I am the tumour
Breaking your body down
Bulldozing your structure
Into the ground
Want – 28th December 1986
All you ever do is want more
If you lose you want to even the score
You want to forget my need
You want to see me bleed
But my life is pain
I want to be insane
I want
To be insane
I want
To be insane
17th Nov 2023 – The ‘you’ and ‘me’ are one and the same.
A Bird – 27th December 1986
Values – can you put up a price?
Two birds are very nice
Values – can you pay the cost?
A bird in your bed is worth two birds lost
Values – keep us amused
Holier Than Thou – 26th December 1986
I say cos I’m sure
You need a cure
I know I’m right
You’re such a sight
I’m the ultimate man
You can be my fan
I’m the ultimate god
You’re all pretty odd
You’ll worship me
That’s all you can be
You call me a lunatic
But you’re the ones who’re sick
Self Destruct – 25th December 1986
I wanna blow up all over your face
I wanna explode in outer space
I want my countdown to reach nought
I wanna self destruct before I get caught
In your destruction
Discovered Body – 24th December 1986
They found a body in the wood
The police have mounted a murder hunt
No clues from the people quizzed
The police run in circles to be perfectly blunt
Run themselves into dead ends
Hoping for the slightest clue
Follow each other in the maze
So they’ve got something to do
‘As yet, no more evidence has been found’
But another murdered body lies in the ground
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