Fashionable clothes for trendy whores Big business money-making clothes stores Hit the right button, out comes a magazine To keep you up to date on the fashion scene
Is this the right colour? No, it’s the wrong shade Business and profit’s the way of the world Can it and will it ever be cured While people’s suffering is still ignored?
“Have you got a shirt that’s made from tweed? A new fur coat is what I really need To go with the underpants I’ve already bought I don’t like your long-johns, they’re much too short”
You live – and see – people’s – agony But is this – the right shade – of – burgundy?
Is this the right colour? No, it’s the wrong shade Business and profit’s the way of the world
Life ruled by fashion and not thinking Or common sense, a wardrobe full of Clothes that have only been worn once Cos the following week they’re out of date
The only reason for existence, being seen As the necessity to impress other people And stay ahead in fashion
Emotion and sanity reduced to scant levels Due to incessant worry of not being able To better the superficial and cosmetic Standards set by equally narrow-minded Trendy fashionable individuals
I refuse to feel guilt, embarrassment Or inferiority just because my clothes Aren’t baggy enough or the wrong Shade of burgundy
But that’s the way of the world
18th Apr 2025 – Writing this out now, I can guess that I was very inspired by Jello Biafra and the Dead Kennedys
My parents scream, but I never listen Just get into those lysergic emanations They get me up when I’m feeling down Now the dog’s whining with the shock of sound The turntables whizzing, it’s starting to fry All the plants in the garden are starting to die The law came round to inspect our home We got barbed wire fences, we’re a danger zone
Turn on the vibes, I love that sound I just I scream I leap around You’re a rock ‘n’ roll junkie the doctor confessed Certified insane, you should be under arrest
Hey man, can’t stop that buzzing in my head The police tell me our neighbours are dead My ears are bleeding as I stamp on the floor My mum’s OD’d, she couldn’t take any more The first track’s finished, the next has begun Never knew music could be such fun People outside run past, hands to their ears Dad’s downstairs and he’s close to tears
In a whirlwind of psychotic dreams Comes the echo of sadistic screams Dancing through the stars too far away to see Floating ever onward in anxiety
You’ve buried your problems – deep inside your head Keep your eyes closed – and scream in dread Clasp your hands tight – you have sinned You’ll be consumed – in a whirlwind
Travelling through the blue and into the red Your skin is itching and beginning to shed Let us pray, for you have sinned Let us dance into the whirlwind
Into the vortex, your body falls Dropping away towards your master’s calls whistling around your body, dirty coils of dust Now you are in doubt about your master’s trust
You’ve burning the problem – deep inside your head You’ve cut the strings – but this is final thread Hold yourself tight – you have sinned But you can free yourself – from the whirlwind
Another born as another dies Another laughs as another cries Another sees as another’s blind Another forward as another behind
Generate
Your son is born and your mother dies Which way to turn as tears fill your eyes? Your daughter laughs as the baby boy cries Which way to turn as tears fill your eyes?
Generate
Your children see but your husband is blind Which way to turn, what will you find? Will you step forward with your children behind? Which way to turn, what will you find?
Back from work, through the door Wife and kids are there for sure Dinners wafting thru’ the hall Turning off……forget it all
Kiss from kids, ‘hi’ from wife Dinner’s ready, this is the life All is eaten, everything gone Sit down, plug in……..telly’s on
Tea in hand, refreshing drink Eyes on the box can’t afford to blink Sit back and relax, without a care Turning off……let down your hair
Nodding off to the background blur Resistance weakened, you won’t stir But a monster jumps right out of the screen Waking up, fuck……it was only a dream
Telly’s still on, watch if for a bit Someone dead, couldn’t give a shit It’s more than you deserve you fucking creep Keep up the payments….. and go back to sleep
Yesterday my friend hung herself She wanted the life of someone else Lost in a world without any hope She saw the future and couldn’t cope That was yesterday
She left a note by her bed Describing the thoughts in her head ‘Mother, everything’s falling apart Please look on this as a new start” That was yesterday
Yesterday I thought she was fine I understood that she wanted time But today is there any more? What does the future hold in store?
My ideas are running out I still don’t know what life’s about They say I’ll find out when I die That doesn’t stop me wondering why
Help! Help! Help! I need help!
I try to write a song on another theme It goes wrong, just like a dream Cos the police are hiding under my cover If they don’t get me they’ll get another
They’re taking away my packet and bottle Hands around the throat and starting to throttle They’ve taken away my sporting thrills And replaced them with dope and pills
They’ve closed my eyes to the world around I can’t see my earth from their underground They’ve closed our eyes to the death around No one says anything cos we feel safe and sound
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