feeling pulled apart
by horses.
((inseckt
bites.
machine-gun-cameras.))
FOBBEDoFF
with LAME SHITE EXCUses.
feeling pulled apart
by horses.
i
ve no sons
ani
have
no daughters.
feeling pulled apart
by horses.
your not asleep
your not dreaming
this is not a dream.
this ‘eres
the REckoner

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA AHhhh HA HA HA

up on the ladder the insides are removed
we slide like slime through the flock paper walls
but as youre not really listening you wont notice at
all
we are empty and confused it barely keeps us amused
these are bad clothes for rich folks who have joined
the master race
all we want is to be like you
we beg
for the scraps
from your
table
there is really no need to fear
were the orchestra at the ball
trussed up in tuxedoes
for slaveships

unforgiving .
pencil sharp.
well at least.
you look the part.

theres a gap in the between
theres a gap where we meet
where i end+you begin

and im sorry for us
the dinosaurs roam the earth
the sky turned green
where i end+you begin

i am up in the clouds
i am up in the clouds
and i cant and i cant come down

i can watch and cant take part
where i end and where you start
where you you left me alone you left me alone.

X'll the mark the place
like parting the waves
like a house falls in the sea.

i will eat you all alive
i will eat you all alive
i will eat you all alive
i will eat you all alive
and therell be no more lies
therell be no more lies
therell be no more lies
therell be no more lies

i could blow a hole in anything
im trying not to stare
but then the snakes come out your hair
i think that your for real
but every bloody morning
snakes come out your hair
and follow me around.

drag him out the window dragging out your dead singing
i miss you
snakes and ladders
flip the lid
out pops the cracker
smacks you in the head knifes you in the neck kicks
you in the teeth
steel toe caps takes all your credit cards
step up get the gunge
get the eggs get the flan in the face the flan in the
face
the flan in
the
face

dance you fucker dance you fucker dont you dare dont
you flan in the face
take it with the love its given take it with a pinch
of salt take it to the taxman
let me back let me back i promise to be good dont look
i-in the mirror
at the
face you dont recognize help me call the doctor put me
inside
put me inside
put me inside
put me inside
put me inside

i keep the wolf from the door but he calls me up calls
me on the phone
tells me all the ways that hes gonna mess me up steal
all my children
if i don’t pay the ransom well im sure you dont wanna
hear any of this stuff.
walking like a giant crane
with my x ray eyes i strip you naked
in a tight little world and are you on the list?
stepford wives who are we to complain?
investments and dealers investments and dealers cold
wives and mistresses.
cold wives and sunday papers.

i was born in a magazine
i was tampered nipped and tucked for a magazine
smiling sweetly reclining in expensive desirable
furniture
for you pleasure
in a magazine
in what the IN people are wearing now
in what clever people talk about
what you cannot afford
skinny girl ribs removed
from a magazine
i dont know what it mean
i think its something obscene
i was gone now im back
with a new book
i wanna talk about
before we get to the ads

do you see light at the end of the tunnel at the end
of the tunnel?
do you see light at the end of the tunnel at the end
of the tunnel?
i guess i should know better but it keeps my wait down
i am just the gaps between the ads
after all
look inside nothing going on at all
the life youd like to lead
white meat on a stick
if you wasnt just tryin to make ends meet.
1st class seat 2nd class ticket
my whole life is a bloody magazine
withr transantlantic drawl
very fucking dull
my whole life is a bloody magazine

fucking in the toilets of the soho house.
help me please i am trapped on-in t.v
i am trapped in the society pages
of a magazine
with a grin like road kill
with the bloodypower of kings
enoughto wipe the president
i sneeze and its an exocet
the flames are rising higher
iam tied to the stake
you better start naming names
do yousee light at the end of the tunnel?
jesus lord amen
yes i see light at the end of the tunnel
jesus lord amen.

many toothed teddies in a dark town
public private selitical partise polititire fi
slime
rat race

i think this man needs help he wont catch your eye.
the human cash machine
look at him go
what an arsehole
ripened for abducting capturing money bags
300 acre estate 3 swimming pools 9 picassos and
rembrandt
makes 5 million a week.
grinning like the cheshire cat playing a piano you
cant hear on top of the pops.

its up to you.

jar your urine
write down everything
it must be worth while significant
it must be worth something to somebody
have you got change of a 50?
a voice of the people
a real chicken without feathers bred bald.