Firearms For All Faiths

We have psychedelic shotguns. Mystical weapons for Hindus. Buddhists, Jews and Christians.

Filthy Murder Shack

They matched the D.N.A. from the spit. On the stamp on the mailed package. And the typewriter. Had the same characteristic markings. . We learn from other's mistakes.

Four Walls

Trapped between. The four walls. Constitutions. And Socials laws. . Being different. Is not wrong. Be yourself. It'll make you strong. . Conformist attack - personality lack.

Foul

Pollution and chemical breath,. please smell the stench of death. that's spreading in the atmosphere,. without knowing we're dying here.. All these choking gasses suffocate,.

Forced Pollution

Produced poison. That's in the air. We breathe. So it's in our blood. . Maggots'll bite. Our guts to shreds. We are sure that. Death shall rise. . Forced pollution.

Fear Not

Fear not,. Dear God,. 'cause you're not,. My dear God, 'cause you're a lie, and people die,'cause of your lie..

Faded Novelty

What are you gonna do when the novelty has gone ?. First you stabe me in the back and then you take a run,. I knew it was too good, to be fucking true,.

Forever Black

A paper clip base in the late 1940's. Camp Hero, a tribute to time traveling Horus. Stationed on top of an undersea mountain. A piece of Atlantis where Montauks are pharaohs.

Fin (instrumental)

Feelings

Endless fear, darkness holds me. I don't know it I am wrong or right. Where is my world that I loved so before?. All has gone, bleeding, dying. . You don't know what you have done to me.

Faded Years

To not forget our loving, should I a sign implore?. I'd ask for you, but dearest, you are your own no more. Nor do I beg a flower from in your golden hair.

Faustian Echoes

[Faust:] "I, Johannes Faust, do call upon thee, Mephistopheles!". . [Faust:]. O growing Moon, didst thou but shine. A last time on this pain of mine. Behind this desk how oft have I.

Forlorn Hope

An old man is proud. but behind his modest smile lies the grief. Only one picture of his brave son remains. . It seems that the vicious circle. Can never be broken through.

Follow In The Cry

Behind your facade hides an indomitable. lust for power and tyranny. Taking advantage of your pendencies. . Fear is the doom, doom of us all. Instead of exterminating the weed.

Freak On With You

[Verse 1]. Walking down the street with a gangsta limp. Hoes on the corner like a O.G. pimp. Feelin real good 'cause I'm drunk and high. Throwin up the hood as the cars go by.

Fura Fura

Veio l da terra. Um homem. Tentar a ventura. Pe a roupa. Na maleta. L vai de abalada. No pensa em voltar. Faz como a formiga. Fura fura. Fura sem parar.

Fui Beira Do Mar

Fui beira do mar. Ver a que l havia. Ouvi uma voz cantar. Que ao lange me dizia. cantador alegre. Que da tua alegria. Tens tanto para andar. E a noite est to fria.

Forever Nailed

[Music: Z. Nilsson / Lyrics T. Dahlstrm]. . You say that he will come once again. And his mission is to rule the world. Wake up from your dreams. Face reality read my lips.

Farther Along / Billy In The Low Ground

Farther Along / Billy In the Low Ground. Adrienne Young / Broken Drought. . Tempted and tried were oft made to wonder. Why it should be thus all the day long.

Futurevision

Color futurevision. . Red...for the angry young skinhead. With a gun stuck down his pants. And his hands wrapped around a gasoline can. Blue...for the cruel nude tattoo.