Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy. Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy.
J. Hill's satanic reign.
Ass-lickers King O'Team.
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy x 2.
In the marble halls of the charm school.
How flair is punished.
Under Marble Millichip, the FA. broods.
On how flair can be punished.
They're guest is a Euro-State magnate.
How flair is punished.
K.K.C. X4.
In the booze club, George Best does rule.
How flair is punished.
His downfall was a blonde girl, but that's none of your business!
K. K. C. X 4
Former fan at the bus stop.
Treads on the ball at his feet, in the christmas rush.
And in his hands, two lager cans.
Talks to himself. At the back. At the top.
What are the implications of the club unit?
Plastic, Slime, Partitions, Cocktail, Zig-Zag, Tudor Bar.
Pat McGatt. Pat McGatt, the very famous sports reporter is
talking......there.
FANS! ! !

And here's the vid for this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjyQkt04Urc

School was a fucking drag
Taking orders from a fucking old bag
We all knew she was on the rag
What a fucking old bag

We don't need no education
You can stick it up your arsehole

I never learned a fucking thing
I only waited for the bell to ring
None of the teachers liked me
They said don't ask for pity

They day I left the place
They said "you're a real disgrace"
Before they said anything else
I said watch out mate or else.



Feel my angst.

Will somebody wear me to the fair?
Will a lady pin me in her hair?
Will a child find me by a stream?
Kiss my petals and weave me through a dream.

It's Friday, I'm in love

its always me in the only seat, that has a canopy..
there to screw up the best laid plans of those with company.
don't mind me, i've got all night.

i'd like nothing more to do than to watch the desperation on your face
i may choose to send you straight to hell..
but like it's worse to end up in this place.

if i gave you one night to live..
would you know who to choose to take home?
and if she falls asleep before the night is through
because she has to go to work and you don't.

and the night is getting longer..
and your skin is getting colder
and you won't get much older.

and you try to move towards her
but you can't move your shoulder.
and your sight is getting dimmer
maybe if you kick her.
but your legs' getting weaker
and she's such a deep sleeper.
and you've got a snorer
to share your last hour
you sure picked a winner
and time is seeming slower
and now you can't see her.
all you see is a timer.
moving backwards and forwards
and the night's getting longer
and your skin's getting colder..

I need to sleep
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
I need to sleep, why won't you let me
I need to sleep I need to sleep
I need to sleep Why won't you, why won't you let me sleep?

I'm painting, I'm painting again.
I'm painting, I'm painting again.
I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning again.
I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning my brain.
Pretty soon now, I will be bitter.
Pretty soon now, will be a quitter.
Pretty soon now, I will be bitter.
You can't see it 'til it's finished
I don't have to prove...that I am creative!
I dont' have to prove...that I am creative!
All my pictures are confused
And now I'm going to take me to you.

Never thought you'd make me perspire.
Never thought I'd do you the same.
Never thought I'd fill with desire.
Never thought I'd feel so ashamed.

Me and the dragon
Can chase all the pain away.
So before I end my day,
Remember..
My sweet prince-
You are the one
My sweet prince-
You are the one

Never thought I'd have to retire
Never thought I'd have to abstain
Never thought all this could back fire
Close up the hole in my vein

Me and my valuable friend
Can fix all the pain away
So before I end my day
Remember

only music can express what I feel right now...

I don't think I am what I was before
I never watched anyone die before
I wish I'd never left home
I wish I'd left it alone
Temptation is a disease
You can never do as you please
Your body takes over and your mind don't care
Never think twice what might happen out there
Go straight in for the ultimate sin
And nobody else ever seems to care
So I took what I thought was mine
And waited for a very long time
And I thought I knew what happened to you
Cos you told me exactly what to do
So I did it right and stayed up all night
Felt like killing myself for you
I don't think like I did before
I never watched anyone die before
I felt like I died as well
The look the words the smell
The way you looked at me
As if I'd never be free
I remember the words like a favorite song
Cos I forget the way things went wrong
Faked a picture of perfect health
Then I realised I was killing myself
I don't think I am what I was before
I never watched anyone die before
I dream in slow motion and I wake up screaming

I am beyond sick. This song seems fitting as to how I feel right now...


I am my own parasite
I don’t need a host to live
We feed off of each other
We can share our endorphins

Doll steak, test meat

I own my own pet virus
I get to pet and name her
Her milk is my shit
My shit is her milk

Doll steak, test meat

Look on the bright side is suicide
Lost eyesight I’m on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping

Protector of the kennel
Ecto-plasma
Ecto-skeletal
Obituary birthday

Your scent is still here in my place of recovery!

I've got 54321
I've got a red pair of high-heels on
Tumble me over, it doesn't take much
Tumble me over, tumble me, push
In my red high-heels I've no control
The rituals of repression are so old
You can do what you like, there'll be no reprisal
I'm yours, yes I'm yours, it's my means of survival
I've got 54321
Come on my love, I know you're strong
Push me hard, make me stagger
The pain in my back just doesn't matter
You force-hold me above the ground
I can't get away, my feet are bound
So I'm bound to say
That I'm bound to stay
Well today I look so good
Just like I know I should
My breasts to tempt inside my bra
My face is painted like a movie star
I've studied my flaws in your reflection
And put them to rights with savage correction
I've turned my statuesque perfection
And shone it over in your direction
So come on darling, make me yours
Trip me over, show me the floor
Tease me, tease me, make me stay
In my red high-heels I can't get away
I'm trussed and bound like an oven ready bird
But I bleed without dying and I won't say a word
Slice my flesh and I'll ride the scar
Put me into gear like your lady car
Drive me fast and crash me crazy
I'll rise from the wreckage as fresh as a daisy
These wounds leave furrows as they heal
I've travelled them, they're red and real
I know them well, they're part of me
My birth, my sex, my history
They grew with me, my closest friend
My pain's my own, my pain's my end
Clip my wings so you know where I am
I can't get lost while you're my man
Tame me so I know your call
I've stabbed my heels so I am tall
I've bound my twisted falling fall
Beautiful mute against the wall
Beautifully mutilated as I fall
Use me, don't lose me
I've got 54321
I've got a red pair of high-heels on
Strap my ankles, break my heels
Make me kneel, make me feel
Turn, turn, turn, like a clockwork doll
Put in your key and give me a whirl
Tease me, tease me, the reason to play
In my red high-heels I can't get away
I'll be your bonsai, your beautiful bonsai
Your black-eyed bonsai, erotically rotting
Will my tiny feet fit your desire?
Warped and tied I walk on fire
Burn me out, twist my wrists
I promise not to shout, beat me with your fists
Squeeze me, squeeze me, make me feel
In my red high-heels I'm an easy kill
Tease me, Tease me, make me see
You're the only one, I need to be me
Thank you, will you take me?
Thank you, will you make me?
Thank you, will you break me?
Use me, don't lose me
Taste me, don't waste me
Use, lose, taste, waste.

EDIT: Way too many spaces, taking up way too much space.

cuz I am political minded these days

Elimate the incompetents!
Differences don't exist in harmony!
Survival is superiority.
We don't need no hands across the sea!

We've got...

Foreign policy [x3]

The lines are drawn!
Establish the new order!
Suspect everyone
Know your enemies! Know your enemies!


We've got...

Foreign Policy [x3]

Hatred is purity!
Weakness is disease!
Where we bury you
It's manifest destiny!

We've got...
Foreign Policy

Ladies and Gentlemen, let Leonard Cohen sing to you of my current mood:

Well I stepped into an avalanche,
It covered up my soul;
When I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn, learn to serve me well.

You strike my side by accident
As you go down for your gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold;
He does not ask for your company,
Not at the centre, the centre of the world.

When I am on a pedestal,
You did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
To kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare.

You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn what makes me kind;
The crumbs of love that you offer me,
Theyre the crumbs Ive left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
Its just the shadow, shadow of my wound.

I have begun to long for you,
I who have no greed;
I have begun to ask for you,
I who have no need.
You say youve gone away from me,
But I can feel you when you breathe.

Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor;
You dont love me quite so fiercely now
When you know that you are not sure,
It is your turn, beloved,
It is your flesh that I wear.

After some "news" this evening, here's my current state of mind in lyric form:

I want to make you happy just a little
I want to find you something which is certain
I found nothing lying, weeping, bleeding
You never saw me weeping on the floor

It's impossible to advise anybody
Be courageous, take it easy, just show trust
Be reasonable, be an old ghost weeping
You didn't see me weeping on the floor
You didn't see me weeping on the floor

My arm is torn open like a wound
My universe is coming from my mouth
I spent a year or two, listening to you
Discrediting myself for you
You didn't see me on the floor weeping
You didn't see me lying by the door
You didn't see me swallowing my tablets
You can't look inside my eyes no more

Weeping Weeping Weeping

We created cars to fight for space to be in
We created work to waste our time
We created love, so one can be the victim
We all need as a result, we all need love
But don't know what to do with it
What's the sense of a situation we can't fight
It's alright when you both want to fight
But when one of them doesn't want to fight
It's the end of love.

Just looking at first degree burns
I'm weeping (I can't sing a song like this)
Weeping
You didn't see me weeping on the floor
You didn't see me lying on the floor
You didn't see me weeping on the floor
Alone on the floor

I'm basically nothing like this
We're all on the floor
I don't want to carry on
Except I can't even cease to exist
And that's the worst

I feel like shit

(Andrew Smith, singing over a Swans soundcheck in 1986)

My heart is always on the line
I've travelled all kinds of places
The song is always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire

Got forty-fives to play at night
Got books to spend with every weekend
The story's always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire

I wanna devise a virus
to bring dire straits to yr environment
crush yr corporations with a mild touch
trash yr whole computer system and revert you to papyrus
I want to make a super virus
strong enough to cause blackouts in every single metropolis
cuz they don't wanna unify us
so fuck it
total anarchy
can't nobody stop us

you see
late in the evening
fucked up on my computer
and my mind starts roaming
I create like a heathen
the first cycles of this virus I can send through a modem
infiltration hits yr station
no microsoft or enhanced dos will impede
society thinks their safe when
bingo!
hard drive crashes from the rending
a lot of hackers tried viruses before
vaporize yr text like so much white out
I want it where file replication is a chore
lights out shut down the entire whitehouse
I dont want just a bug that could be corrected
I'm erecting immaculate design
break the nation down section by section
even to the greatest minds its impossible to find

I wanna devise a virus
to bring dire straits to yr environment
crush yr corporations with a mild touch
trash yr whole computer system and revert you to papyrus
I want to develop a super virus
better by far then that ol' y2k
this 3030 the time of global unification
break right through they terminals, burn em all
slaves to silicon
corrupt politicians with leaders and their keywords
FBI and spies stealin' bombs
decapitate their plans in their face and catch the fever
everybody loot the stores get your caned goods
even space stations are having a hard time
beast keepers seek to take our manhood
which results in the form of global apartheid
ghettos are trash dumps with gas pumps
exploding and burnt out since before the great union
the last punks walk around like masked monks
ready to manipulate the data base and break through 'em
human rights come in a hundredth place
mass production has always been number one
New Earth has become a repugnant place
so its time to spread the fear and the thunder some

I wanna devise a virus
to bring dire straits to yr environment
crush yr corporations with a mild touch
trash yr whole computer system and revert you to papyrus
I wanna devise a virus
to bring dire straits to yr environment
crush yr corporations with a mild touch
trash yr whole computer system and revert you to papyrus