Zombie Eyes

A-Tick tock, turn off the box

A-Tick-tick tock, you’re looking lost

A-Tick tock, turn off the box

A-Tick tick tick tick, tick tick tick,

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes

She sure has got, Zombie-eyes

I think that I’m, a-doing fine

I am Just, out-side my mind

I think that I, am A-okay

Kickin’ about, most of the day.

You may just, even realise

Far from dead-I’m, very-much alive

You may even, be surprised

To see I’ve got those, zombie eyes

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes

She sure has got, Zombie-eyes

I think that it-could, work o-kay

I fall apart when, ever-you’re away

I don’t think that, I need a life

When I see your, Zombie eyes!

Zombie, Zombie,

Zombie, Zombie,

Zombie, Zombie,

Zombie-eyes

You're Unbelievable

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Got to get off, executive drugs

I’ve been wholly credit crunched

I can’t keep up with, the magic dust.

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Every morning, I make love

You may think I’m a cupid stunt

But I worn my knob, to a twelve inch stump

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

A barrel of beer just isn’t enough

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Every day I plot to kill my boss

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Tell the truth my teachers preached

And life will treat you, “Oh, so sweet”

Never heard such amazing tosh

So I veneer my life with a sheen of gloss

Little, inconsequential me

You might call them worthless lies

I call them my,

Disguise

You may hate the daylight

You may hate the daylight,

When-it rains You may think that

your home town is strange

You may not believe, that

there’s a place inside my heart,

for a town called nowhere

We may rush in head-strong

Without thought, We may make an

historical mistake

We may not con+sider

the lives of next-door neighbours

in a place called nowhere

               (I know not what path

others take…

but-I’ve been a different person

I’ve been in other worlds than this – you know

It’s what it means to me

To be some act-real person

To be some-one who knows which – way to go

It’s just a show

…give me death

or  lib-er-ty)

I will try to contact

You one day, I’ll even say

there is some other way

even though we’re parted

I will always come back -

to a town called nowhere

Whatever happened to Baby Jade?

Three-fourteen AM - stop the press

Jade Goody admits she is dead

‘Family would like privacy.’

It seems a little late to ask

Goody's body was placed in the back of an estate car and driven away.

Surely the best in UGC

Plastination not withstanding

She died on Mother’s Day, aw shucks

This second coming This

perfect people’s princess prasad

This lady dies

Not with laughing but with screaming

I hope, in my heart

One less bullying

Big fat momma

The Word of God

Got no messiahs / Om my mind,

No prophets predicting / The flow of time,

No father, Son, nor Holy Ghost

Got no sacrificial goat.

Words are made by

The noises we utter

From each to each

And each to the other

And others are made

By the touch of a lover

And lovers are made

In the sibilant whisper

Of words that twist and slip - And slither.

Got no miracles / Down my street

No forbidden apples / Fall at my feet

No Adam & Eve, nor Cain & Able

No parables, hymns, nor fables.

Words are stated visions, given

Life by air we breath

Be they first, or be they last,

they’re

Nothing but our dreams…

You can grab ‘em

You can pack ‘em

You can wrap ‘em

You can have ‘em

You can need ‘em

You can heed ‘em

You can take ‘em

You can leave ‘em

Got no kingdom come / To go to

No subway ticket / To Hell’s inferno,

No paradise to reward the strife

No Virgin-Mary-Bloody-Wife

And dreams do not become

Reality

On the wings of some great

Prayer,

For prayers are nought but

Visions stated in the stale and

Stagnant

Air, that is words.

You can grab ‘em

You can pack ‘em

You can wrap ‘em

You can have ‘em

You can need ‘em

You can heed ‘em

You can take ‘em

You can leave ‘em

You can lose ‘em

You can smooth ‘em

You can move ‘em

You can groove ‘em

You can pick ‘em

You can clip ‘em

You can miss ‘em

You can hiss ‘em

You can hug ‘em

You can love ‘em

You can suck ‘em

You can…

Got no herein-therafter / Got no earthly-holy father

No touch of god, nor sense of sin / Just this space, that I stand in,

& Here I stand, or here I fall,

& That is that for

that is all.

Winners

When Stockton wins the lottery / Hooray Hooray

We’ll have another building for free / Hooray Hooray

All the men will work, for a week or two

And then you know

what they’re gonna do

They’ll be pissing on the

Likes of me and you

When the lottery comes to town.

They’ll get the royals to open it up / Hooray Hooray

And we should not believe our luck / Hooray Hooray

We’ll have our own monstrosity / On the corner of

 Prince Regent’s street

It’ll gleam, n it’ll sheen / n it’ll be real neat

When the lottery comes to town.

The queen will make a speech to us / Hooray, hooray

Her loyal subjects under foot / Hooray, Hooray

My husband and I couldn’t give a fuck

About your lives, / n how it’s tough

Your far too dirty n covered up in muck

You don’t speak my language, do you dears, you sound too rough

These doors, all shiny, will be staying firmly shut

For what’s inside is far too good

For people with your kind of luck

And by royal decree, this shrine is reserved for we

               When the lottery comes to town.

They act as if it’s understood / Hooray, Hooray

They can twist and turn our neighbourhood / Hooray, Hooray

It may not seem like very much / But we call it home

N we love it as such

So stop tearing all our favourite buildings down

               Don’t let the lottery fuck with your town.

What’s your poison

What’s you poison, have you worked it out?

Do you drink too much

Do you twist and shout

Do you watch TV

Do you play about

Do you smoke the contents of the kitchen cupboard

Do you pray to god

Do you love your mother

Do you have a long lost forgotten brother

Did you marry yourself to a high class hooker

Did you escape in one way or another?

Lest we forget those that give, of their lives

So that we may look good naked

Do you secretly wish you were circumcised

Do you want to be arranged by the surgeon’s knives

What’s you poison, have you worked it out?

Do you eat only the crumbliest flakiest chocolate

Do you press one hundred and sixty nine pounds

Do you suffer Triskaidekaphobia

Do you spit or swallow often enough

Do you piss in a bucket

Do you play chess / Do you like it rough

Do you re-use plastic carrier bags

Did you see yourself upon the slab

Did you think that death would be the last

What’s you poison, have you worked it out?

Do you have yourself a nice little stash

Do you get erections when you take a slash

Do you read of peados and cruelly laugh

Do you fuck yourself with hammer shafts

Do you dream of blowing the Taliban away

Do you think I’m alright Jack, I’m okay

Do you think you’ve got, nothing to hide

Weird World

Take another slug o’ poison

From a coffee cup

Take another coffin nail

And light the fucker up

Take another peep inside

Another dirty book           - take another look

Take another liberty

With people that I knew

Take another likely hood

Anyone will do

Take another universe

Or send me back to school

I’m just another refugee

From the human zoo

Take another broken dream

Another tube of glue

I’m all bust up

All bust up

I don’t know what to do

Take me out on to the streets

And let me roam around

Let me see it, for myself

Let me hear the sound

Let me taste the scent of hell

Send me underground

Let me have a chance to die

Inside a football ground

Roll me on to a roll over

Ferry’s that going down

Take another press cutting

From any random week

Read about a mercy killing

Or watch it on TV

Or see it live, on satellite

The bastards bought the bleeding rights

Princess Die! - We’re due a death

To make the week complete

And Finally

It’s all bad news, who’s killing who

The Wests were not the freaks

They’re ten-a-penny

They could be free

They could be presenters on the BBC

They could be you, they could be me

Take another look upon

The people that you’re with

Do you think, that they are thinking

That you think, that they are strange?

Do you think, that they are thinking

That you think, they’re not the same?

Do you think, that they are thinking

That you think?

Do you think that they’re to blame?            For this weird world.?

Washed-up

Here I am again

Washed-up on the beach

Don’t know where I am -

Just know,

You are out of reach…

You are out of reach…

You are out of reach…

Don’t know where I am -

Just know,

You are out of reach…

Here it is again

A feeling that I lack

The world is round but

I am flat,

And you sure are relaxed…

You sure are relaxed

You sure are relaxed

The world is round but

I am flat,

And you sure are relaxed…

-

I wish that I could be

In your company

Don’t know where I am -

Just know,

Space is illusionary

Virtual Intercourse

Let's have a fight on, facebook
I love your cyber fucks
Let's make this social network
The herald of our world
Give me time in myspace
And I will YouTube your face
Or would it be much slickr
If we were to click on flickr?
Let's have some bareback open text
Some laidback moderated s#x
You've got the hottest font
The cutest curlicue
Your dirty little emoticon
Really turns me really on
Strip your kern and leading
Bloat your pica point size
Take you by the sans and
Bring your avatar to life
My text alert is on vibrate
As I keep you in my sweetest place
Let's have a fight on, facebook
So that later we can, make up

Vampyr

Night creature girlfriend she sucks my, love
When the sun goes down she gets me, up
A little bit gothic it's understood
Night creature girlfriend she sucks me good

With no reflection at all on her pale good looks
You maybe would believe me-I dug her up
Night creature girlfriend I can't believe my luck
When she goes down I sure am, fucked

Travelling

Too many moments passing me by

Too many missed chances

Too many lost glances

Too many hopes that I’m afraid might die

Too many meetings we never made

Too many near misses

Too many just good wishes

Too many people sharing our day

Too many nights spent away from home

Too many others / Not enough of us

Feels like my body’s turning to stone.

I want you to hear this / before it is too late

I want to say this / before I go away

But now I’m travelling / Oh yes

I’m just travelling / Oh yes

I am travelling / There and back again.

Not enough moments shared by us

Not enough minutes

Not enough seconds

Not enough time to share my love

Not enough music recorded and released

Not enough daylight

Not enough moonlight

Not enough love on this earth conceived

Not enough days of global peace

Not enough dream time / Left in my lifetime

To make my feelings feel complete

If you need me in times / of emergency

If you need me and I / Can not be reached

You’ll know I’m travelling / Oh yes

I’ll just be travelling / Oh yes

I’ll be travelling / Back to you again.

All my time I freely give to you

This city is filled

This city is filled with self abusers

All of these arseholes and psychotic movers

Not so many winners and too many losers

Flagellating mother with her little tubers

Angry little cake-holes waking up the winos

This city is filled with self abusers

Loitering bum at the ATM refuses

To move himself from this, hole in the wall zone

Not so many winners and too many losers

Eastern European Beautiful Babushkas

Economic easies, bashfully bamboozles

This city is filled with self abusers

Frenulum frotting freak fucking boozers

OAP perverts and free market school girls

Not so many winners and too many losers

Bish bashing boshing street fighting bruisers

Some of them are shakers, some of them are movers

This city is filled with self abusers

Not so many winners and too many losers

Swine ‘Flu

If I hadn’t read it in the Daily Mail

I’d have thought it were a joke

If pigs weren’t so damn kissable

This story never would have broke

4,000 dead in Mexico before the week is out

Sniffle, sniffling, sniffle, snout

Is this a plague for the devout?

I hope so, does that make me bad?

I hope so, you got to have a fucking laugh.

But it’s okay Dr Who, W.H.O is on the case

They just happen to have a dose

To cure us all

Well, almost

For it’s taken a greater hold

Than digital models had foretold

And if you’re one of the lucky few

To shoot up govern-mental drugs

Thank the lord, or thank fuck

All you caught was pig ‘flu

Next year they’re planning a special case

For floralfeliacs

Woe betide then those who love

Buggery with the shubbery