Five, four, three, two, one, zero, ignition. . Long ago, a woman prayed that her suitors be repelled. So she might serve God and be His only. God heard her prayers floating up and His heart was cheered.
Think I was born on this wretched earth for you to govern and kill?. In your stinking factories and offices with your stupid systems and skills?. Think I've got nothing better to do than to grovel in the shit and the crap?.
When you start your journey, you go and meet your driver. You shake his hand, and hope he's feeling well. The things to come may be somewhat unfamiliar.
Oh yeah? Well I've got it all up here, see?. Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they've got it all out there, see?. They can fuck off, cos they ain't got me, they can't buy my dignity,.
When you start your journey, you go and meet your driver. You shake his hand, and hope he's feeling well. The things to come may be somewhat unfamiliar.
The bastards, what are they playing at?. Don't like the music, don't like the words. Don't like the sentiments. Well keep it for the birds and bees, boys, bastards.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,. Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,.
Come with me down this ol' road. Where I got stuck and later towed. Listen to the sound of the falling rain. We just might end up stuck again. . The little bird can sing and sing.
I've heard too much about the people in the ghetto. Heard too much about the working class motto. How you don't know life if you ain't seen the street.
O little town of Bethlehem. How still we see Thee lie. Above Thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by. Yet in Thy dark streets shineth. The everlasting light.
Places of sickness nurse me cold. Attendant whiteness glare in dark. Straighten out the winding sheet. Twisted round in poorest dreams. Shattered proofing of the lost.
Her sugar lips, her chinney-chin-chin. Ooh la-la - Where has she been?. Her silvery voice, her sweet perfume. The light she brings into the room. Her sunny smile when she walks the walk.
Well they're willing and their able. When they come over to my table. And say, "Hello, there...". There's a Jane and a Julie. And then there's simply yours truly.
Same old stuff, you've heard it all before. Crass being crass about the system, or is it war?. We ain't got no humour, we don't know how to laugh. If you don't fucking like it - fucking tough!.
You said that you were getting cigarettes. Its been a week and you're not back yet. Your ashtray sits, empty, unused. I sit waitin', empty, confused. .
Gotcha. . Gotcha, you Argie bastard, gotcha, you fucking spik,. Gotcha, you latin bender, gotcha, you dago prick.... We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,.
It felt real nice. I didn't think twice. It felt real good. Like I knew, it would. . And I don't care and I don't mind. If I'm unfair or you're unkind.
I've seen it all before, revolution at my back door. Well, whose to say it won't happen all again. 'Cos the General's sip Bacardi. While the privates feel the pain.
When we met, it was in the hot green jungle. Your perfect flesh impervious to anything fungal. You would sweat coconut milk and I'd lie awake. Restless with the heat during the night.
This country tell us that we're down and out. Got you thinking that we're through. Got to suffer to get us moving. Say it's up to me and you. Well, look around and you'll see who gets the goods.