Simultaneous
Oh, there's a place for you / You'd better stay in it / A place for everything / and of course all you can do is / talk about it / Oh, you've got it all / Yes you've got it all / Yes you've got it all / You've got it all / It let you down / Now it doesn't
seem so simple / that dirt gets everywhere / And your mouth won't get you out of it / standing naked, standing bare / Oh you knew it all / Yes you knew it all / Yes you knew it all / You knew it all / It let you down / Now see it all burning, your contra
ct in ashes, your clean/living lovers. your reasonable wishes, your time/tabled kisses, your well/rehearsed phrases, your separate bedrooms, your forbidden places, you're out on the moorland, you're naked and bleeding with no kind of shelter and no place
to hide in, you're screaming for mercy, abandonned, forsaken, you're screaming for mercy and then you awaken / La la lala lala lala la... / Oh.
The Will To Power
Walking from the scene of some humiliation feeling like a dog. Walking from the scene of some romantic triumph feeling like God. Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them, can have anything, can never fail. The will to power,
the force of destiny and efficiency. Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real, four billion spectators look on; judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing. Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the
needs; suck and sate, forces of fate. A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity. The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness. The only choice, the only voice. 1933, where are you now? Where are the broken bottles? Where's the toffs
slumming it? Where's the fanaticism? Where's truth and beauty? Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them, can have anything, can never fail. The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency. Generations glimpse the high
pitch, play it for real, four billion spectators look on; judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing. Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs; suck and sate, forces of fate. A polemic, a sharp cutter,
a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity. The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness. The only choice, the only voice. 1933, where are you now? Where are the broken bottles? Where's the fanaticism? Where's truth and beauty? Where's truth and beauty? ...
Aborigine
Starts so slowly, just a place to stay / Somewhere warm where they can spend their days / Air is stagnant and he feels unclean / Hair hangs greasy and he smells obscene / Something's happened and it's not so good / broken bottles in the face of love / Mot
tled flesh under the harsh strip/light / Nylon sheets to keep them warm at night / Once it's started it can never stop / fills his head with a dark damp fog / In the distance is a constant cry / growing louder as the years go by / Days get longer and he s
tarts to drink / spews his stomach in the kitchen sink / Tells his children they should have respect / Tells his wife that she's a nervous wreck / He hates his wife and he hates them all / He hates his wife and he hates them all / Can't be bothered when i
t's all the same / leave it long enough, it goes away / In the meantime stomach turns to fat / She tries to tell him but he can't have that / She's only "jealous" and she's "telling lies" / Standing naked in his flesh disguise / It took him months to get
her into bed / now he's got her he just wants her dead / She wants excitement and she needs romance / all she gets are dirty underpants / Stupid animal that can't know why / something's wrong so someone has to die / The wind is blowing and the rain falls
down / Sends his family on a trip down town / Sees them die in a burning wreck / Sees them burn, smokes a cigarette / He hates his wife and he hates them all / He hates his wife and he hates them all / He knows he's finished but he can't stop now / and he
wants to end it but he can't see how / and it's all in pieces, thrown it all away / Oh, but he's not ugly, he just looks that way / And he wants some quiet and he needs it now / but the scream he's started's getting far too loud / and he still pretends h
e does it just for now / His day will come he'll lose it all somehow / Killing time
until his ship arrives / been dead ten years but he's still alive / and the time is wasted and the ship has sunk / but he hasn't noticed and he comes home drunk / and he's just dead weight, he'll never leave the ground / He tries to stand but he keeps fa
lling down / and it's hard to know he doesn't count for much / He's not a has/been, just a never/was / Oh he hates his wife and he hates them all / He hates his wife and he hates them all / Hates his wife / Hates them all.
Goodnight
Now it's coming to the end of the evening / The time when the ceiling sways and objects jerk out of place / Your eyelids heavy, you make your way down the yellow streets / past rows and rows of houses / curtains drawn tight against the cold night air / to
a flight of stairs / which lead to a room / where a bed is waiting for you to lie down / perhaps alone, perhaps not / and go to sleep again / They wait alone / in unused rooms / they sit and they remember / Oh, please remember / So you lie on your back i
n the dark / and listen to the blood rushing in your ears / and the soft "tick, tick, tick" of your watch against the mattress springs / Patterns merge behind your eyes / Purple and green, glwoing gently / and all is soft with furry darkness / You yawn on
ce / turn on your side / and fall to sleep again / They wait alone / they bathed your eyes / when nights were cold / Remember / Oh, please remember / There's something you've forgotten / When you awoke later that night the bedroom was cold and you were al
one / Alone and afraid of the dark / Watching / Waiting / Watching / Waiting / As you lie on your back / naked beneath the cold sheets / Not dead, just sleeping / Sleeping / And you will never wake again.
Tunnel
Tunnel / The tenth of July, 1985 / Don't ask stupid questions / I got bored / I had nothing to do I was bored / I had, I had not / [?] / Fifteen weeks since the light has gone / Fifteen weeks with the same shirt on / A thousand bodies stink and sweat / an
d somebody's trying to roll a cigarette / Clean mister / Clean mister / Clean missed her / Clean missed her / [?] / Relax / Clean mister / Fifteen weeks with the same shirt on / Clean mister / Clean mister / Clean missed her / Clean missed her / Just rela
x and enjoy it / it's nothing really / Let's get you out of those wet clothes / C'mon, just lift yourself up / get these awful trousers off / You'll feel so much better afterwards / Just close your eyes and let it ooze all over you / Trickling down your b
ack, warm and sticky / Isn't that nice? / No, don't speak / just let yourself go / and you'll sink / let yourself go / sinking down, deeper and deeper and deeper / At three o'clock that morning I awoke in an unfamiliar room / in my hands like sodden paper
/ it was a thick, glutinous, pale green liquid / The sunlight through net curtains / Going six hundred miles an hour into brilliant white light / There's a brass band playing somewhere / [?] / Roll over on to your back and wait for the talculm / But what
's that smell? / Pull back the light, crisp, linen sheets / and find that sweat they were / only two hours before / the bedroom tips sideways / NoNoNoNoNoNoNO! / Let me out! / Let me out! ... / I've got to get out of that stinking shit/hole / [?] / I woul
d lie there / and see green fields / and see the sky blue / the sky blue above me / and be clean again / I know I'll never, ever be clean again / Never be clean again.