Dying To Be Written Off
Don’t give me that look
I’m not fit enough to except
Feeling a bit inept
And I’ll wipe it away like the sleep in my eye
Could you believe?
It’s me you deceive
Because it’s my turn to say
That you don’t know me
Going round in my mind
Is the thing that I just can’t find
But when I do
I might not want to know
You’ve been lying
Like you want me to know the truth
And yet you
You’re dying to be written off
And everything about me
Is something new
And I want it all to start
Just like you.
Paranoia
Mr Para
Paranoia
Para get your gun
We’ll go and have some fun
Shooting Ruskies in the sun
Killing while you’re young
Paranoia
Mr Para
Para listen
Para go and hide
The enemy inside
Smaller eyes, darker skin
Different country seas come in
Bring beliefs, such a sin
Paranoia
Mr Para
Paranoia
The government they say
Guard country and then pray
For the ones who pay your way
They don’t do what they say
But you believe it anyway
Paranoia
Go, go go,
Be killed all your life
Even though you’ll never live again
Ask, ask, ask
Diving in the mud
Feeling pain for country which sent you out to die
Is it –
True, true, true
Do you think what you do
Propaganda satisfactory for you to chew
Mr Para
Paranoia
Mourning at your death
On duty dignified
Although you were fried
Five bullets through the brain
Madness, it’s insane
In fact….
It’s Mr Paranoia.
Headscape
Only you
Only you – would smoke poison for fun
Only you – would have fun with a gun
Only you – believe it’s god’s will what you do
Only you – think he’d create a look-a-like – you
Only you – would sit on your brother’s back
Only you – think you’re better than black
Only you – take all freedom away
Only you – would loose at the civilised – way
But we have no power,
We have no say
It’s getting better but
Worse than yesterday
Only you – would risk the world for some land
Only you – think you can do what you can
Only you – think that you’re so clever
Only you – will be the only one left – forever
Only you – need a helping hand
Only you – need something to help you stand
Only you – should be doing your best
Only you – are dropping bombs – on the rest
But when you hack down the trees
And build on nature’s last ground
And just for living
Imprison a dog in a death pound
Grow small humans for God
In a hospital plant pot
Keep the dying alive
Against their own will
Against their own will
Against their own – will
Only you – imagine things are going alright
Only you – have lost your conscience tonight
We had so much
You destroyed such a lot
Only you – abuse the world – we’ve all got.
He dies in his prime
People go, all the time
Televisual happiness, it’s not mine
Paintings of fantasies
That will never come
But I still keep some
I still keep some
Pigment mixed so sweetly
Hiding in my own tree
The higher you climb
The faster that I run (from you)
When he reached the sun
The end had begun
Did I climb too fast?
Was it too small?
(he sung)
The forest far below
As cold as snow
He could see the light
This must be right!
This must be right!
American pie
Zeros and ones
The zeros and ones are eating me
Feeding
And dreaming
They dance their merry way
Across my eyes
And I
Can see nothing else
The zeros and ones have control
Niether
Off nor on
They’re turning me
Over in my grave
And I
Can see nothing else
The zeros and ones
Go marching on
And I
Can see nothing else
The machine
I am a scanning stream of flouressing electrons
I am reverberating earpiece paper
I know what you watch on TV
I send you mail you do not want
I have you on file
I can access you whenever I want
My circuits are always sensing you
I zoom in to see what I want
I am the machine
Without me you could not function
I am the machine
Without me you have no function