Who Pays, Who Profits?

we are the masses. bury the classes. who pays, who profits? you!.

What'd I Say?

(Ray Charles). . Well, mama, don't you see me wrong. Come and love your daddy all night long. All right, hey hey, hey hey. . See the gal with the diamond ring?.

The Fat Song

Hey,. I just wrote a song. About something that's wrong. And it starts with your a**. 'Cause its blowing up fast. Well,. I'm surprised you can fit in this room.

Squirrel Songs V

[Talking]. . Here's a message to those who don't like me,. You can all just bite me. I don't care what you say or think. You walk around like your shit don't stink.

White Collar Crime

Well

(MUSIC & LYRICS BY A. Nicula). Well, well, well, well. I've come to you my friend. To talk with you again. And spend my time.. We didn't realise. We said so many lies.

Squirrel Songs Iv

(talking). . You may see other squirrels. I am the greatest squirrel of all. They all clutter up your T.V.. I am the greatest squirrel of all. Believe in the words of the foamy.

We're All Dead Men

The Night's Advice

(A. Nicula/ E. Bojescu). Tell me where can I find you now. Where have you gone what makes you cloud ?. Don't despair I will come somehow. 'Cos I'm sure there is a right way out.

Vultures

Squirrel Songs Iii

(talking). . All over the world. I am seen. As the perfect squirrel. Can't you see. What I see. You're blinded with stupidity. Yes it's true. I can see right through you.

Squirrel Songs Ii

(talking). . My name is foamy and I have a complaint. I'm dealing with people that haven't a brain. From pill-popping pals. To purple haired freaks. I'm sick of seeing them all week after week.

Sweet Little Sixteen

(Chuck Berry). . They're really rockin' in Boston in Pittsburgh, P. A.. Deep in the heart of Texas and 'round the Frisco Bay. All over St. Louis way down in New Orleans.

Uniform

we are the dogs. left out in the streets. by it all with havok to wreak. alone we're together. together we feed. death to our master. we don't believe.

Simply Enough

(Nicula/Bojescu). . You stand at the gates my love. Wond'ring to come in or not. You may come inside. To switch on the light. You will see me there. Sitting on a chair.

Shout

(The Isley Brothers). . You know you want to make me:. Shout!. Take my finger!. Shout!. Throw my hands back!. Shout!. Kick my heels up!. Shout!. Come on now..

Tomorrow Burns

She Looks Always At The Sky

(A. Nicula/E. Bojescu). She looks always at the sky. She doesn't want to look at me 'cos I. I told her "You'll never find your dream". She told me "I'm waiting now for my king".

Sweating Blood

Pressures in life seems like work. Like a job that will only get worse. So we look back and never forward. It's all better once its over. So we'll search search the past for meaning.

Red Sails In The Sunset

(Kennedy/Williams). . Red sails in the sunset, way out on the sea. Oh, carry my loved one home safely to me. She sailed at the dawning, all day I've been blue.