Boatman
The boatman sits on his boat by the river
Try as he might, he cannot forgive her
As he watches the corpse turning blue
He laughs
The boatman he sits on his boat by the river
Another grey corpse he pulls out before dinner
Another sad life, another sad time
And he laughs
The boatman he sits on his boat by the river
No name and address when he does deliver
The old ones, the worst ones, they tried and they failed
He laughs
And the odor and stench,
they once made him retch
Well now he just sees them as mortal flesh
And he laughs
Yes he laughs
Yes he laughs
Yes he laughs
Yes he laughs
Yes he laughs
Hell
Climbing up the heavenly stairs
You know where you're going when you know where
You're going to hell
Yes, you're going to hell.
You're going down a hundred eighty degrees,
You can see when you can see
You're going to hell
Yes, you're going to hell.
You were weak, you were easy to squeeze,
They did with you as they please,
You're going to hell
Yes, you're going to hell.
They're going to tear you limb from limb
Because of your so called sin
You're going to hell,
Yes, you're going to hell.
They're going to tear you limb from limb
Because of your so called sin
You're going to hell,
Yes, you're going to hell
Yes, you're going to hell
Yes, you're going to hell
Yes, you're going to hell
Yes, you're going to hell
Yes, you're going to hell
Yes, you're going to hell
Normal
Normal the trouble
Normal the fear
Normal the distress
Normal the tears
Normal the yearning when you go away
Normal you want them to stay
And these tears that run down your face
Hide them it's a disgrace
Normal your blunting of mind
Normal your lust
And normal you're blind
And normal your crave for what you can't have
Normal you're feeling sad
And these tears that run down your face
Hide them it's a disgrace
Normal your decline and slide
Normal your loss of pride
And normal you want to scream
Normal you're a machine
And these tears that run down your face
Hide them it's a disgrace
A disgrace, a disgrace, a disgrace, a disgrace
Heroin And Cocaine
Jimmy was just coming out of school
When the drug-dealer came
Give me some of that heroin
Some of that cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Jimmy's teacher was very annoyed
He gave Jimmy the cane
He shared his syringe with a class full of boys
Now they all want the same
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Jimmy's turn to die
But please don't you cry
Because Jimmy is in heaven with his drugs
And the angels all try
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Prison House Blues
Sitting there in your cell
With your anguish and your hell
And no cure, no cure for you
When you're prison house blue
Four walls on which you stare
Nobody loves you, nobody cares
Nobody's waiting out there for you
When you're prison house blue
And as they rape your soul
As the violence does show
Prison house blues
Prison house blues
Prison house blues
Prison house blues
Prison house blues
Prison house blues
Prison house blues
Blues
Jacky
Jacky, she's a fake whore,
She'll obstruct you on your way.
And she'll hit you and she'll beat you,
Every day.
And, Jacky, she's a fake whore,
And she's seen better days.
She will kick you down the stairway,
Every day.
And, Jacky she's a fake whore,
And its her fifth fix today.
All the men who have abused her,
Well she spits on them today.
And, Jacky she's a fake whore,
And she has gone away.
Someone knifed her in the ally,
Yesterday.
Yesterday.
Yesterday.
Yesterday.
Yesterday.
Despite
Despite imagination being burnt and being blind
Despite your price for mercy, well I smile and feel refined
Despite your allegories for love and hate and war
I will love you for reasons insecure
And despite your wish is contrary my motives are impure
My rushing to another banner to find a cure
And despite the alienation my morality's obscure
I will love you for reasons insecure
And despite the animosity, the hatred and the fear
The sacrosanct pomposity which gives me so much cheer
And despite the words of hell, that I whisper behind doors
I will love you for reasons insecure
Yes, I will love you for reasons insecure, insecure
Autumn Leaves
Those autumn leaves go past my window.
Those autumn leaves of red and gold.
I see your lips those summer kisses,
Those sunburned hands I used to hold.
Since you went away the nights grow long,
And soon I'll yearn old winter's song
But I'll miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
Lager Lout
Sitting in a death house and smiling with a leer
Happy, I should say so, hiding every fear
Asking you some questions, chance it is untrue
Twisted, corrupted and shot blue
They don't love you, Larger Lout
All of your white lies they're all turning black
Your liver's got a cancer, your heart's under attack
And your brain so much at bay, they could build a port
They filled you up with ignorance and the Daily Sport
And they don't love you, Larger Lout
They don't love you, Larger Lout
They don't love you, Larger Lout
Larger Lout
Larger Lout
Larger Lout
Larger Lout
Open Your Legs
You were seventeen, pretty in the head
Sent in some photographs, this is what they said
Open your legs
Open your legs
You wanna be a model, and this could be a start
They're only jealous when they call you a tart
Open your legs
Open your legs
There's a demand, you're the supply
Dry your tears, that's why
Open your legs
Open your legs
Open your legs
Open your legs
Open your legs
Just open your legs
Down And Out
Someone is saying that all of these things are nothing and all in your mind
Well you see quite clearly except when you're down and then you forget all the time
You see it clearly, you follow it nearly and understand the design
Then someone smacks you in the mouth and you might as well be blind
When you're down and out
When you're full of doubt
All you do is kick and shout
I'm amazed by the senseless and sensitive words we've got a talent to find
I'm amazed at what we will stoop to, if we think our egos can shine
When you're down and out
When you're full of doubt
All you do is kick and shout
When you're down and out
When you're full of doubt
All you do is kick and shout
Kick and shout
Kick and shout
Kick and shout
Kick and shout
Kick and shout
Kick and shout
Kick and shout
Kick and shout
Tears
Skinheads have all gone
England's bastard sons
Pissed on all those years
I guess nothing matches tears
Nothing matches
Nothing matches
You wore your Union Jack
As you knifed me in the back
Well I could feel your fears
Yes nothing matches tears
Nothing matches
Nothing matches
You're so unsure about
You're so full of doubt
As you watch the passing years
40's around the corner
Tattoo's are getting smaller
As you watch the passing years
I guess nothing matches tears
Nothing matches
Nothing matches
Nothing matches tears
Tears
Tears
Tears
Her Room
People with cigarettes,
Singers with violets
Some who have no regrets
In her room
Men with no hair
Girls in their underwear
Boys who are debonair
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
Where are the fun times ?
Where are the rum times ?
Where is the sunshine
In her room
Looking for dog-ends
Picking up her friend
Looking for the end
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
Found her beat black and blue
With the words 'I love you'
Tattooed in rouge
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
In her room, In her room
The Flowers
And you with your insufferable power
Breaking hearts by the hour
We die with the flowers
And you, a poisonous shower
That breaks as we cower
We die with the flowers
And slaves have lost their chains
Think they've lost their pain
Nothing is nothing
What more can I say
And you, who saw they from your tower
With your limitless power
We die with the flowers
And you, so faithless and dour
Our youth deflowered
We die with the flowers
And slaves have lost their chains
Think they've lost their pain
Nothing is nothing
What more can I say
And you, you who devour
Well, you had your power
We die with the flowers
We die with the flowers
We die with the flowers
We die with the flowers
War
Strike some medals don't make a fuss
Forget about the two of us
We're off to war
Doesn't matter if you agree
You're hear to kill, you see
We're off to war
Off you go and do your best
Stick some bayonets in some chests
We're off to war
And after your life's been consumed
Then peace will be resumed
We're off to war
Did you ever wonder why
Nothing changes if you die
We're off to war
And if you state a point of view
They will simply run you through
We're off to war, We're off to war
We're off to war, We're off to war
Obscene
I took him some flowers
Passed pillars and towers
The statue defaced and unclean
And though he might lie there
I don't think that you care
And your graffiti confirms the scene
His birthday arrived
You just can't stand quiet
Your lack of respect is obscene
Your marker pen ready
Your ego unsteady
Your victim of sad reflected dream
And so you disgrace him
And you deface him
And yet you don't know what I mean
You with your decadence
Your mindless arrogance
Your lack of respect is obscene
Your lack of respect is obscene
Your lack of respect is obscene
You're World
You climbed the mountain tops until the pennies dropped
In your world
You climbed the mountain tops until the pennies dropped
In your world
In your world
In your world
You work a thousand miles if it's in the right style
For your world
You work a thousand miles if it's in the right style
For your world
For your world
For your world
Well, it doesn't seem to matter
And it doesn't seem to show
It's just when I look at you
I know
It's anger, fear and fake veneer
In your world
It's all anger, fear and fake veneer
In your world
In your world
In your world
In your world
In your world
Sense Of Sentiment
Desire and despair and decadence
All wrapped up in providence
Your misery which you let bleed
Your sense of sentiment
You climb the stairs and have no cares
Except tomorrow and except despair
I wish that I had half your strength
Your sense of sentiment
I got smacked by the idol worship
Well, I hope that it was worth it
Exotic, quixotic and so neurotic
Your sense of sentiment
And if it makes no sense at all
Then you will give it your all
I love you, I need you
I'll die and bleed for
Your sense of sentiment
Yes, I love you, I need you
I'll die and bleed for
Your sense of sentiment
Wake Up
Vilification of what you said
Now all the roses are almost dead
Vilification of time's gone by
Well, it's funny how we sometimes cry
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
Well, complications along the way
Make our bodies wanna stray
Hallelujah is on our side
Well, it's funny how we sometimes cry
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
Well, I don't know if it's the beginning
Or if it is the end
I don't know if you're my enemy
Or if you are my friend
I don't know if this is good,
I don't know if this is bad
I don't know if you're happy
Or if you're sad
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up
Repulsion
Vomit stains mixed with blood
Someone somewhere is in love
Repulsion, repulsion
Epileptic's foaming mouth
Mental sickness burns you out
Repulsion, repulsion
Brand new shiny disease
Which eats you up, a corpse to leave
Repulsion, repulsion
Crinkled peach, mildew and mold
No love for the very old
Just repulsion, repulsion
Maggots wading with the flames
Two engulf your name
Repulsion, repulsion
Repulsion, repulsion
Repulsion
Sodsville
Valium glances beneath plastic flowers
Heathens and sinners and men of the hour
In massage parlours on bended knees
You always wanted to please
In Sodsville
In Sodsville
Fishnets, a mini and a barrel of smack
Spend half your life on your back
Got no money, don't get no honey
Buying or selling
Yes, why are we dwelling
In Sodsville
In Sodsville
Nows the time and you want out
So many addictions to sort out
Choose your exit and go in peace
Don't look back and never speak
Sodsville
In Sodsville
In Sodsville
In Sodsville
Bones
She sits in the sunlight each morning
And waits for her memory to fade
If she tells you she's got a messiah
It's one that she's already made
She's no longer taking shortcuts
In her village of Rome
And nobody's home
By the time that the summer is over
She's nowhere to be seen
She smiles and looks slightly frightened
As you walk past she wants to cry
The daffodils bloom in the garden
Her head is buttered and fried
On a good day the great was seen clearly
On a bad she's hardly aware
And waits for the reaper to bear
Her doormat is left propped up
Since Wednesday when they came to clean
Her apartment has been re-vacated
Perhaps she is now in a home
Or perhaps she is just bone
Or perhaps she is just bone
Or perhaps she is just bone
Just bone
Just bone
Just bone
Just bone
Circle Line
I look into your eyes
You look up in surprise
Sitting on the Circle line
As you get up to leave
They take you by the sleeve
Sitting on the Circle line
They say you cannot change
Your journey's been arranged
Sitting on the Circle line
And you're not free to leave
Just free to be deceived
Sitting on the Circle line
See the whores and the virgins
The tea-totallers drinking gin
See the prisoners of faith
And make no mistake
We're sitting on the circle line
We're sitting on the circle line
Haunting Me
Haunting me
All you ever did was haunting me
With a shadow of a smile for a while
Haunting me
From the cradle to senility
Well, I shouldn't lie, should I
Sentimental violation of another child
Haunting me
Using and abusing me
Well, I would cry, I would cry
Haunting me
All you ever did was handle me
Do I testify your trials of denial ?
Sentimental violation of another child
You're my very special friend
Why are you so wild ?
Haunting me, Haunting me
Haunting me, Haunting me
Haunting me, Haunting me
Haunting me, Haunting me
Lily Marlene
This one's a dodo
This one's a flop
This one's a moron
And I'm fit to drop
Cross-fire chatter
Caught in the slums
She's off to her Chelsea Hotel
Her friend was.out...
Another one died
She felt depressed
She almost cried
And then she remembered
She'd left her hat
Back in the Chelsea Hotel
No more Lily Marlene
Boys in the back-room falling in love again
She was an angel
Caught in crossfire
Out of Germany
Before it expired
History is written
The blue angel's gone
And this could be her saddest song
And history is written
The blue angel's gone
This could be her saddest song
Song
Song
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