- Yes
- Ifwhiteamericatoldthetruthforonedayit'sworldwouldfallapart
- Of Walking Abortion
- She Is Suffering
- Archives Of Pain
- Revol
- 4st 7lb
- Mausoleum
- Faster
- This Is Yesterday
- Die In The Summertime
- The Intense Humming Of Evil
- P.C.P.
Yes
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
You can buy her, you can buy her
This one's here, this one's here
This one's here and this one's here
Everything's for sale
For
sale
Dumb cunt's same dumb questions
Oh virgins
Listen, all virgins are liars honey
And
I don't know what I'm scared of
Or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money
But nothing turns out like you want it to
And
in these plagued streets
Of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a god on video
He's
a boy
You want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him
Call him Rita if you want
I
eat and I dress and I wash
And I still can say thank you
Puking, shaking, sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream
Hurt myself to get pain out
I
'T' them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here
Someone will always say yes
Funny
place for the social
For the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In
these plagued streets
Of pity you can by anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a god on video
He's
a boy
You want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him
Call him Rita if you want, if you want
I
eat and I dress and I wash
And I can still say thank you
Puking, shaking, sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream
I hurt myself to get pain out
Power
produces desire
The weak have none
There's no lust in this coma
Even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude
The 11th commandment
The
only certain thing
That is left about me
There's no part of my body
That has not been used
Pity
or pain
To show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated
Always seems to leave
And
in these plagued streets
Of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a god on video
He's
a boy
You want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him
Call him Rita if you want, if you want
Power
produces desire
The weak have none
There's no lust in this coma
Even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude
The 11th commandment
Don't
hurt, just obey
Lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven
This hell smells the same
These sunless afternoons
I can't find myself
Two dollars you rub her tits
Three dollars you rub her ass
Five dollars you can play with her pussy
Or you can lick her tits
Choice is yours
Ifwhiteamericatoldthetruthforonedayit's
worldwouldfallapart
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
Next Thursday you're invited to watch
Rising Tide's live coverage of a gala tribute
In salute to Ronald Reagan
Host Haley Barbour joins special guest
Lady Margaret Thatcher in celebrating
The former president's 83 birthday
Ticket's are $1000 a plate
But you can see the event free on GOP TV
Images
of perfection, suntan and napalm
Grenada, Haiti, Poland, Nicaragua
Who shall we choose for our morality
I'm thinking right now of Hollywood tragedy
Big
Mac, smack, Phoenix R, please smile y'all
Cuba, Mexico can't cauterize our discipline
Your idols speak so much of the abyss
Yet your morals only run as deep as the surface
Cool,
groovy, morning, fine
[If white]
Tipper Gore was a friend of mine
[America]
I love a free country
[Told the truth]
The stars and stripes and an apple for mommy
[For one day]
Conservative
say
There ain't no black in the Union Jack
Democrat say
There ain't enough white in the stars and stripes
Compton,
Harlem, a pimp fucked a priest
The white man has just found a new moral saviour
Vital stats, how white was their skin
Unimportant just another inner-city drive-by thing
Morning,
fine, serve your first coffee of the day
Real privilege, it will take your problems all away
Number one, the best, no excuse from me
I am here to serve the moral majority
Cool,
groovy, morning, fine
[If white]
Tipper Gore was a friend of mine
[America]
I love a free country
[Told the truth]
The stars and stripes and an apple for mommy
[For one day]
Zapruder
the first to masturbate
The world's first taste of crucified grace
And we say
There's not enough black in the Union Jack
And we say
There's too much white in the stars and stripes
Fuck
the Brady bill
Fuck the Brady bill
If God made man they say
Sam Colt made him equal
Of Walking Abortion
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
I knew that someday I was gonna die
And I knew before I died
Two things would happen to me
That number one I would regret my entire life
And number two I would want to live my life over again
I knew that someday I was gonna die
And I knew before I died
Two things would happen to me
That number one I would regret my entire life
And number two I would want to live my life over again
Life
is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified
Recognised truth acedia's blackest hole
Junkies winos whores the nation's moral suicide
Loser,
liar, fake or phoney
No one cares
Everyone is guilty
Fucked up, dunno why
You poor little boy
We
are all of walking abortions
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We all are of walking abortions
Shalom shalom there are no horizons
Mussolini
hangs from a butcher's hook
Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul
Horthy's corpse screened to a million
Tiso revived, the horror of a bullfight
Fragments
of uniforms
Open black ruins
A moral conscience
You've no wounds to show
So wash your car
In your "X" baseball shoes
We
are all of walking abortions
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We all are of walking abortions
Shalom shalom there are no horizons
Little
people in little houses
Like maggots small blind and worthless
The massacred innocent blood stains us all
Who's
responsible, you fucking are
Who's responsible, you fucking are
Who's responsible, you fucking are
Who's responsible, you fucking are
Who's responsible
She Is Suffering
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
Beauty
finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lies
Beauty is such a terrible thing
She is suffering yet more than death
She
is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty
she is scarred into man's soul
A flower attracting lust, vice and sin
A vine that can strangle life from a tree
Carrion surrounding, picking on leaves
She
is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty
she poisons unfaithful all
Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale
The less she gives the more you need her
No thoughts to forget when we were children
She
is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
Nature's lukewarm pleasure
Archives Of Pain
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
I wonder who you think you are
You damn well think you're God or something
God give life, God taketh it away, not you
I think you are the Devil itself
If
hospitals cure
Then prisons must bring their pain
Don't be ashamed to slaughter
The centre of humanity is cruelty
There is never redemption
Any fool can regret yesterday
Nail it to the House of Lords
You will be buried in the same box
As a killer, as a killer, as a killer
A
drained white body hangs from the gallows
Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures
Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims
The weak die young and right now
We crouch to make them strong
Kill
Yeltsin, who's saying, Zhirinovsky, Le Pen,
Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe,
Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda,
Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosevic
Give
them respect they deserve
I give them the respect they deserve
I give them the respect they deserve
I Give them the respect they deserve
Execution
needed
A bloody vessel for your peace
If man makes death death makes man
Tear the torso with horses and chains
Killers view themselves like they view the world
They pick at the holes
Not punish less, rise the pain
Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction
Kill
Yeltsin, who's saying, Zhirinovsky, Le Pen,
Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe,
Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda,
Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Manic Street Preachers
Give them respect they deserve
I give them the respect they deserve
I give them the respect they deserve
I give them the respect they DESERVE
Revol
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
Mr
Lenin awaken the boy
Mr Stalin bi-sexual epoch
Kruschev self love in his mirrors
Brezhnev
married into group sex
Gorbachev celibate self-importance
Yeltsin failure is his own impotence
Revol
revol
Revol revol
Lebensraum
Kulturkampf
Raus raus
Fila fila
Napoleon
childhood sweethearts
Chamberlain you see God in you
Trotsky honeymoon, serenade the naked
Che Guevara you're all target now
Pol Pot withdrawn traces bye bye
Farrakhan alimony alimony
Revol
revol
Revol revol
Lebensraum
Kulturkampf
Raus raus
Fila fila
Revol
revol
Revol revol
Lebensraum
Kulturkampf
Raus raus
Fila fila
Revol
4st 7lb
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
I eat too much to die
And not enough to stay alive
I'm sitting in the middle waiting
Days
since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired
So gorgeous sunk to six stone
Lose my only remaining home
See
my third rib appear
A week later all my flesh disappears
Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
I'm getting better
Karen
says I've reached my target weight
Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake
Problem is diet's not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
I
want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Stomach
collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
Naked and lovely and 5 stone 2
May I bud and never flower
My
vision's getting blurred
But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
My hands are trembling stalks
And I can feel my breasts are sinking
Mother
tries to choke me with roast beef
And sits savouring her sole Ryvitta
That's the way you're built my father said
But I can change, my cocoon shedding
I
want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Kate
and Kristin and Kit Kat
All things I like looking at
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
Choice is skeletal in everybody's life
I
choose my choice, I starve to frenzy
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy
And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me
Self-worth
scatters, self-esteem's a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
This discipline's so rare so please applaud
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
Yeah
4 stone 7, an epilogue of youth
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
I've finally come to understand life
Through staring blankly at my navel
Mausoleum
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
Wherever
you go I will be carcass
Whatever you see will be rotting flesh
Humanity recovered glittering etiquette
Answers her crime with mausoleum rent
Regained
your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyse, despise and scrutinise
Never knowing what you hoped for
And safe and warm but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Your meaning, your meaning
No
birds, no birds
The sky is swollen black
And no birds, no birds
Holy mass of dead insect
Come
and walk down memory lane
No one sees a thing but they can pretend
Life eternal scorched grass and trees
For your love nature has haemorrhaged
Regained
your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyse, despise and scrutinise
Never knowing what you hoped for
And safe and warm but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Your meaning, your meaning
No
birds, no birds
The sky is swollen black
And no birds, no birds
Holy mass of dead insect
I wanted to...
Rub the human face in it's own vomit
And force it to look in the mirror
And
life can be as important as death
But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope
Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn
The world lances youth's lamb-like winter, winter
Faster
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
I hate purity, hate goodness
I don't want virtue to exist anywhere
I want everyone corrupt
I
am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I
am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
A morality obedient only to the cleansed repented
I
am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell
The
first time you see yourself naked you cry
Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
He loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
Sleep
can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
Shadows aren't clean, false mirrors, too many people awake
If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
I've been too honest with myself
I should have lied like everybody else
I
am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell
So
damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
This Is Yesterday
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
Do
not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent
The only way to gain approval
Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me
And
I stare at the sky
And it leaves me blind
I close my eyes
And this is yesterday
Someone
somewhere soon will take care of you
I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart
Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds
Why do anything when you can forget everything
And
I stare at the sky
And it leaves me blind
I close my eyes
And this is yesterday
I
stare at the sky
And it leaves me blind
I close my eyes
And this is yesterday
Die In The Summertime
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
Scratch
my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out
I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal
Childhood
pictures redeem, clean and so serene
See myself without ruining lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streams
I
have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
The
hole in my life even stains the soil
My heart shrinks to barely a pulse
A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
If you really care wash the feet of a beggar
I
have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
I
have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
The Intense Humming Of Evil
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
The court has come
The court of the Nations
And into the courtroom will come
The martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim
From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise
They will rise from the graves
They will rise from the flames
Bringing with them the acrid smoke
And the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe
And the children, they too will come
Stern and merciless
The butchers had no pity on them
Now the victims will judge the butchers
Today the tear of a child is the judge
The grief of a mother is the prosecutor
You
were what you were
Clean cut and unbecoming
Recreation for the masses
You always mistook fists for flowers
Welcome
welcome
Soldier smiling
Funeral march for agony's last edge
6
million screaming souls
Maybe misery, maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted, never mattered, never be
Arbeit
macht frei
Transport of invalids
Hartheim Castle breathes us in
In block 5 we worship malaria
Lagerstrasse, poplar trees
Beauty lost, dignity gone
Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria
Welcome
welcome soldier smiling
Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word
6
million screaming souls
Maybe misery, maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted, never mattered, never be
Drink
it away, every tear is false
Churchill no different
Wished the workers bled to a machine
PCP
Author:
Nicky Wire / Richey James
Teacher
starve your child PC approved
As long as the right words are used
Systemised atrocity ignored
As long as bi-lingual signs on view
Ten
foot sign in Oxford Street
Be pure, be vigilant, behave
Grey not neon, grey not real
Life bleeds, death is your birthright
PC
she speaks impotent and sterile,
Naive, blind, atheist, sadist,
Stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence,
Of her silence
PCP,
a PC police victory
PCP, a PC pyrrhic victory
When I was young PC meant Police Constable
Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference
Liposuction
for your bad mouth boy
Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold
Words discoloured, bow to the bland
Heal yourself with sinner's salt
Doctors
arrested for euthanasia
Kill smokers through blind vanity
If you're fat don't get ill
Europe's gravestone carved in plastic
PC
she says innoculate, hallucinate,
Beware Shakespeare, bring fresh air,
King cigarette snuffed out by her midgets,
By her midgets
PCP,
a PC police victory
PCP, a PC pyrrhic victory
When I was young PC meant Police Constable
Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference
PC
caresses bigots and big brother,
Read Liviticus, learnt censorship,
Pro-life equals anti-choice,
To be scared of, of feathers
PCP,
a PC police victory
PCP, a PC pyrrhic victory
When I was young PC meant Police Constable
Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference
Lawyers
before love, surrogate sex
This land bows down to
Yours, unconditional love and hate
Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac
227 Lears and I can't remember the first
line...
