Sex Gang Children Lyrics?

'POLITIK IS DEAD! WELCOME TO CONSUMER FASCISM.'

Bastard Art.
The I is dead, long live the I!
The state of Art is a classic ruin,
and the fall of favour shakes your glory,
Heroes, no musos!
Dignity is not for sale,
The Future is Freedom!

The Bormann Chain.
Oh the bright young things go ape-**** crazy, drink black water
and always malpractice with their Asiatic resignation,
with their out-stretched arms, just like Cicero.
You will yet have the aura of a true murderer.
Yeah, I took you for a killer, did you take me out of kindness?
No, I am not a christian writer. Yeah, I took you for a killer!
All day, and everyday, I'm gathered to sack,
where the star-spangled banner plays our tune.
It's a flame beauty cruelty, that upholds annuity,
for the cow that jumped over the moon.
Hate! Don't shoot!
He's fished and fiercest when under the sun,
but Kingdom comes at the point of a gun.
Kingdom come!
He once had ten fingers, and now there are none!

Home.
Words that changed the world were never taught before,
in a darkened cage you swore to me.
In the light of day I see my stolen self,
poverty and greed, I have no need.
Smile and sorrow kind of go, let me grieve or let me know,
let me steal where I find pain.
Demonize those Jesus eyes, just another day,
the sum of man is all that he can.
Images of war came knocking at my door,
across the land the troubled man is out of hand.
Super Bug in the blink of an eye, Death Jet race all over my face.
Back on line no guarantee, witness to a television murder spree!
Red West knows best when he jump onto charity,
Dirty Bertie and Flirty Flo show me the way to go home.
Motorways and takeaways, and mercury at Safeway,
and you don't need a gun says Saatchi!
'You're so full of shite!' said the modern muscovite,
'I'm used to the murder of millions!'
Presidents eating residents who sleep with their dogs
instead of the wives, it's all pussy to me.
Show me the way to go home.
Obsession, possession, malnutrition rhythm,
the Moscow mule is not such a fool,
trader rogue back in vogue, has it really come to this?

Freedom Street.
A strangers' tale in a crowded place,
the stomach hangs on a beardless face.
Kings and Queens bow and cry no more, sorrow be,
wails in empty halls.
Marianne, all over you, these devil souls are the death of me.
Mortal thoughts of you did sex me there,
thick my blood upon me, no peace between us.
These serpent wounds, bare for all to see,
carry the flag to Freedom Street.

Slave.
Slaves! oh you motherfucking slaves!
Oh you Brothers, celebrate!
Real Politik is feeling very sick,
with the Golden Queens of old karaoke,
visions of peace in the Middle East, in the breast of religion.
Shoot the Bride, and shoot the Groom!
I slept with all the women in that room,
in order to please I went down on my knees, take the best of me.
Here comes another in your hangover culture,
Oh mercy Novena! I beseech you.
In the bastard state of flesh and blood,
Bishop Boy tell, would you steal or starve?
Sermon drunk and fever pitched,
the hand of hate, and the hand of love!

Saraband For Dead Lovers.
I dreamed a race, a Theban harvest, golden face broken down,
mother most scorned please take these flowers,
touch my face and tell me who I am.
Fall asleep you timeless beings,
stand me straight, but don't blow me down.
I learnt in the woods that all speech is related,
touch my face and I'll tell you who I am.
When I sleep I wonder.
Holy child stones come alive, I can see all that you see.
The Saints that weep are the ones that I keep,
save us from the rain.
Make believe all you believe, sweet and soul it's hard to explain,
gravy for the brain.
When I sleep, I wonder.

Dead Mans' Hill.
I played the fool on Dead Mans' Hill,
was the only thing I could have done, but that mask just stuck to me,
hang my face and don't turn around.
Weasel words that bite the hook, follow me into the flame.
Courtesan, call to arms, she brought pills, and I brought the gun.
That trout fish arse stole my heart,
in a world I can't kiss any more.
In your face and out of space, in the silence I came after you.
Sweet solo.
I paid the price for all things nice, abandoned to the license of Rome,
in monotone and market squares, oh I could of if I had been pissed,
but I'm cold, so ******* cold, no more words no more roses for you.
You can die free of charge, with a hole in my heart just for you.
Sweet solo.

Propaganda.
In the Fatherland! In Disneyland! Or all England?
They say religion, the wounded pigeon, is back in fashion.
I said you're joking, you must be smoking 'some kind of thing'.
Take Las Vegas in a cab take a stab all or nothing,
with ice cold hands your solitude stays with me.
Give me concrete and steel, wake up and make believe,
Mickey Mouse on the bed, all in my head.
Give me Jesus in the arena going down nice and dirty,
where Man is mortal, God is always clean. I fell from the sky,
I was born in a bed, is it right to ask why, all in my head?
Honesty and poverty are strangers to me, humanity is what I used to be.
The mediocre have taken over.
Propaganda!
I am a cow, I am a horse, where truth is a stranger,
where neighbours on the payroll shoot me down nice and dirty.
Infra red on the wall which one of us will fall?
So free me from the Preachies, save me from myself,
eat a ****-Mac stew my brain, Soylent Green once again!
Mea culpa! Mea ultima culpa!
Psycho siege urban whine, at the end of the line, do you hate or do you feel?
Feed your head. Strangelove in Jakarta, or is it the Metric Martyr?
Praise the women who kill, feed your head. I kiss the Saints that are dead,
I kiss the Witches in their bed, taste the blood if it's real, feed your head.
Bless the bed I lay upon, bless the Angels around my head,
shudder me if I'm wrong, but hear my breath.

Circus Days.
This land is a tomb, democracia in danger,
fist on the phone, you're never alone.
I am the prisoner of music hall, deep in the heart of darkness,
so arm the boys with my old friend megalomania.
With the Devil in your head, and Jesus in the house,
it's a religious riot don't you deny it.
Congo war, Hizbullah, you are what you are,
but in the eyes of Stalin, you are my darling.
Flood aid or bad aid on television Tuesday, suicide guide televise,
right before your very eyes.
Circus days.
Talk peace, make war, it's the Virgin and the Whore.
Wigs at war America is waiting.
Bonanza! A virtual reality, net the children as far as you can see,
then go tell Eta, it will get better.
Circus days.
Gimme! Gimme! Give me! Is this jackpot or have we lost the plot?
And everyone's so full of their own ******* propaganda.
So harvest me with a rotten death, and I'll take you by the arse and screw you.
In the sorrow of self interest, is God mad to the sound of music?
Circus days.
I will tell you the truth about the Cross and the Crown,
'no pain, no gain, betrayed, but not beaten!'
Circus days.

After The Fall.
Some blind men say, 'yell to be heard', Saint Barbarone swollen like a drum.
Smell the blood, bullets on the floor, cruelty unleashed devouring the flame.
Love and hate will dominate, I feared for the actor, I screamed for the stage!
Angels and insects alone in their cage, after the fall her to him,
a bad leg religion where madness is king.
Queen of assassination do not denounce me,
stand on a drum, give up the throne!
Hammer the wind that makes you sing, suck in the skin that you're living in.
After the fall, her to him, shaking a stick...(etc.).
'Drink and drink to the teachers of selfishness and the vulgarity that follows !
'Recht und ordnung!'

Joy.
Say revolution! Who'll love you now? Say revolution all the way.
Start it up in front of me, you betray all I can see with holy gram and x-ray vision too.
A devils' knob, a witches' tale, a story told beyond the veil with Superman and Jesus too.
Say revolution! Who'll love you now? Say revolution all the way.
Captain Bob and the Porno Priest, crash-spill migrant at my feet,
I thought of murder then I thought of you.
Numbered bones and Russian roulette,
suck and see lest you forget you bit off more than you can chew.
Say revolution! Who'll love you now? Say revolution all the way.
Sash for the Wide Boy, fool for their eyes, say revolution all the way.
Live in a state of irony, the bastion of nationality,
with the courage of bulls I now know what to do!
Protest the flag that's all of me,
forever and ever what will be the silence is but a dream of the womb.
One day you'll be cleansed away,
Rasputin in a devils' cage where the Bogey Man will always come for you!
The deed is done, a gift from Mars, a perfect kiss on a long-shore drift
Say revolution! Who'll love you now? Say revolution all the way.
Long live the New Flesh! Long live the I! Say revolution!
Man slaughter hive.
China play before the war, kick my head and you might score,
pleasure and pain it's all the same!
Urban sprawl in the shopping mall, China Hand in the Never Land.
In the Gallery of Absolute, the future begins.

Sensual Heart.
Sensual heart why walk away?
Since you've been gone the wild have their way, nothing has changed.
Make believe you're God of the urban day, dancing strange, dance away.
Shine and shade Oh Lord! Who is to blame?
I looked for a priest, shame upon me, nobody came.
Beat him down hear her sing, then give me a skin for dancing in.
The sound that I speak is all that I see,
dangerous days everything's not quite what it seems.
In the silver din that makes you spin, dancing strange dance away.
Take me down raid my soul, is Death the reconciling priest?
Spin baby spin! Face without a face, the science of Angels, no-one is innocent!

Romeo Gazing.
All the makers and the fakers take a pill for a thousand ills.
In the secrets of the sewer I betrayed you, but you loved me still.
The best lives are invented, like the night with its' hidden dreams,
while my arms were swinging to the whispers that buzzed in the breeze,
but I'm not like everybody else.
Origami and the Angel, is it vision or fantasy?
While the Paladins and those poets tried to sell salvation to me,
but I'm not like everybody else.
I need a dollar! I need a friend! Instant replay until the end, touch and die with you.
Enroll in zoo-mania, let the cowboys in Hamburg see,
down in Silencer City where the Devil danced with me,
but I'm not like everybody else.

Ariel.
Solitude in the ivory pool, with oily rags and painted hags.
There is no soil in this tired soul, just the thin breast bone of the invading stone.
And out of the way, through the window deep in the clay,
with slanted eyes and narrow hands, that gentleman's' face is sombre -caped,
snug and still with his drum and bill.
Black as Death, and hot as Hell!
I came looking for you, in famous halls, with guns and celebration balls where
I dreamt I was a man, but now that dream is over.
They numbered my bones and lest you forget, the Flim Flam Man is part of the plan.
Fight all the goddams! Fight the Dancing Man!
Fading in the mirror, follow in the flame.
And the blackness of your soul is the only goal you pay heed to.
Master face, never let you down, we dream.
Sorrow day is upon us now, we dream.
Build it up then break it down, we dream.
I dream.