Where's the pleasure where's the fun You bring me down you wind me up It don't take much to work it out Love is what it's all about Where's the feeling where's it gone You put me down and lead me on Never question never doubt Love is what it's all about Where's the pleasure where's it gone Could be it's time for moving on I was just a pillow for your ride You were just an object stuffed with pride Where's the pleasure where's the fun You push me down you screw me up Where's the feeling where's it now All we do is ruck and row How do you do it every time You win a point I loose my mind Never question never doubt Love is what it's all about What's your story, what's your game Too bad I met you, what's your name Tell me, where's your baby where's your child Now that you're the hero running wild Where's the pleasure where's the fun You put me down you use me up The feeling's gone the story's told The pleasure's over now it's cold Where's the feeling where'd it go There's still some pain but it don't show You can whisper you can shout Love is what it's all about People alter people change I hardly know you, what's your name Don't tell anyone that you're to blame Just tell me for the last time What's your name? --------------------------------------------------------------------------
They say I'm never satisfied They say I'm much too cocky They say I never did appreciate the love they gave But when I stop to think about the way it was And all the things you did I'm glad I'm all alone I've had some bad times I've had some mad times Seen it through a rosy glow of easy come and easy go I've had some sad times when I sang the blues But now I'm all alone I've got my grey days back again You rang my doorbell You brought excitement You gave me roses and boxes of chocolates You told my secrets You upset my applecart You overfed my cat and re-arranged the furniture Some say I'm silly not to realise how good it was But things are better now that you don't come around no more And I'm not sorry even though I'm all alone I'm glad I'm all alone I've got my grey days back again There were days when all we did was stay in bed Days when all we did was fight instead Days when I felt destroyed Days when I burned your polaroids Days when you turned me inside out Days when I knew I had to throw you out And I'm not sorry, even though I'm all alone I'm glad I'm all alone I've got my grey days back again Lovers are they worth it? --------------------------------------------------------------------------
I've done it all before Losing my head, sharing my bed Love in the bath, love on the floor Done it all before Words in the dark, breathing too fast The door closes gently We're touching at last I want to hold you, I want to keep you Take it easy, let's take it slow Make it last, don't want to loose it Love will die, love will go I've done it all before but not with you I've done it all before Sharing my head, losing my bed Love by routine, a matter of course I've said it all before Words in the dark, raising my voice The heart beats the silence And then the remorse I want to hold you, I want to keep you Take it easy, let's take it slow Make it last, don't want to loose it Love will die, love will go I've done it all before but not with you Nothing we say can be trusted Nothing we say is a lie Nothing we do will be wasted Nothing we will survive It always happens again No need to worry, no need to cry Another face another time It always happens again Another chance, another story Another dream to wake up from When we've had our time But this is now love, it's you and me love Take it easy, let's take it slow Make it last, don't want to loose it Love will die, love will go I know I've done it all before But not with you --------------------------------------------------------------------------
Coming back from spending feeling Beaten back by daring to beat The rising cost of seduction - Not only is it unlucky to step On the cracks between the paving stones It's not even safe to step on the spaces Trying to remember When the pain in my body Became an everyday thing Not just something to see the doctor about Having read the piece in the paper about How alcohol affects a woman's liver A vital organic molestation I'm sure I got the basic facts straight What I really want No joke Is strong steady fingers rubbing my body When I lie down, oh yes Best keep your interest up Mrs. Hang on to your looks a bit Mrs. But mind them paving stones Christ the bottle's heavy Maybe I should get them delivered --------------------------------------------------------------------------
Menage-a-trois, it's an abattoir When two and two make three Eternal triangle, it's a lover's tangle Got to get a new angle on jealousy If you're with her. And she's with you Then I'll be all alone... We're so liberated, so sophisticated But love is never free You go and sleep with her She's going to sleep with you But will she sleep with me If you're with her. And she's with you Then I'll be all alone To cry and go to pieces Eat my heart out to the bone You're so quick to feed, I'm so quick to bleed And meat is rare tonight You take another bite, You carve another slice Somebody's gonna roast tonight If you're with her. And she's with you Then I'll be all alone To skewer another tender heart And cut it to the bone You bit off more than you could chew You bit off more than you could masticate You bit off more than you could chew Three blind mice, three blind mice See how they run, see how they run One ran off with the other one's wife They cut off their tails with a carving knife You never saw such a mess in your life Menage abattoir Eternal triangle, can't escape the tangle Love is never free Eternal triangle, it's a lover's tangle Got to get a new angle on jealousy If you're with her. And she's with me And no-one wants to fight What we've got to ask is... Who sleeps with who... tonight? --------------------------------------------------------------------------
Take the toys from the boys Made a bomb out of cotton Take their hands off the guns Made a bomb out of coffee Take their fingers off the trigger Made a bomb out of sugar Made a bomb Take the toys from the boys Gotta make a living Take their hands off the guns Gotta make a killing Get their fingers off the button Gotta get a promotion Made a bomb Take the toys from the boys Made a bullet out of rubber Take their eyes off the dials Made a cannon out of water Get their minds off the money Gotta make a killing Made a bomb Made a bomb out of cotton Made a bomb out of coffee Made a bomb out of sugar Made a bullet out of rubber Made a bomb out of music Made a hit with a record They made a bomb --------------------------------------------------------------------------
Didn't want to think that they could take him for a ride Glad to have his trusty weapon on hanging at his side Hoped that he was man enough to detonate her armaments And not be like the government that couldn't get its rockets up Didn't want to think he couldn't take her for a ride Hoped his trusty weapon would flatter up her pride He hoped she would be cute enough to detonate his armaments And not be like the government that couldn't rise to her defence Soft touch... he didn't want to be a soft touch Poor little lovebirds out for a drink Both of them were scared of what the other one would think He had to prove his manhood and show her his virility She had to be the spark to shoot off his artillery He had asked her out that night mostly out of friendliness She thought it was a chance to break out of her loneliness She needed reassurance she could capture with her beauty. And if the truth was told she wasn't feeling very fruity To cut a boring story short the time soon came to go to bed They were tired, they were drunk and both of them were full of dread He hoped she would be cute enough to detonate his armaments But he felt like the government that couldn't get its rockets up Soft touch... he didn't want to be a soft touch What to do it seemed a shame they couldn't go to sleep content So he turned up the other way and laid his head beside her cunt And with his tongue he loved her long and with his lips he kissed her sweet And she discovered to her joy that softness was ecstasy So they realised that sex didn't have to be a fight Time and time again they made energetic peace that night Both ways up and both ways round with no attack and no defence They beat the government with sexual disarmament Soft touch... he didn't want to be a soft touch --------------------------------------------------------------------------
Seduction, sedation, it's the easy way Seduction, sedation, all your anger slips away Lean back now, relax now, it's a lover's dream Give up now, give in now, no-one hears your velvet screams We're so friendly, you can trust us, can you feel the velvet glove Can you feel the fist of iron, it's a parody of love Seduction, we stroke you with a velvet hand A velvet finger pointing to the promised land Step inside, we'll show you Where the grass is always green Our intentions are so friendly, Silky satin, smooth as cream Sexual engineering, you've been taken in Don't you ever feel the velvet Snag against your skin Seduction, sedation, did we push or did you fall In a voice so sweet and gentle We tell you as you hit the floor we mean no harm at all We lash you with a velvet whip of ambition As we lead you up against the wall And in a voice so soft and gentle Tell you as the shots ring out we mean no harm at all Just step into the velvet launderette You'll have an experience You really won't forget You'll like it in the velvet launderette --------------------------------------------------------------------------
Do you know what it means when you hear the pain in an ugly woman's song I know the truth I won't hold my tongue about what's going on I know what it means when you look away when I sing my song I've got nothing to gain and nothing to loose and what you do is wrong Do you know what it means when you hear the cry of the hungry girls in red It hurts my mind and it hurts my pride that they come to you for bread And the company creep will dig them deep as they lie down on their beds You make your pile on their weary smiles and the hole between their legs. It's not enough to cry when miners die at RIO TINTO ZINC Uranium will kill your son whatever you want to think It's not enough to cry that children die for the leader of your pack When you hear their screams you'll know it means they're gonna get you off their backs. Do you know what it means to breathe that dust and feel it on your skin When you're poor and black with a weary back and the white man's got a whip They make white man's power from a hole in the ground at RIO TINTO ZINC And the company banks fill up their tanks but you can't lock up the stink. You make your pile where the miners die at RIO TINTO ZINC Do you know what I mean can you hear them scream can you smell the stink Of the hundreds dead at the RTZ to pay for your British fun The rotting men at the Rossing mine that digs uranium I know what it means that they're moving in with their rigs to Donegal The greedy men that pay so cheap to dig their poison hole I know what it means to want to blow up the queen and RIO TINTO ZINC And take a shot at the creamy lot that sell us tea to drink When the music dies in your disco dives and the news fades on your screens You'll get no sleep you'll get no peace you'll hear them in your dreams Uranium will kill your son whatever you may want to think Are you feeling proud of that hole in the ground at RIO TINTO ZINC A cancer spreads from a hole in the ground at RIO TINTO ZINC The company banks fill up their tanks but you can't lock up the stink Uranium will kill your son whatever you may want to think... Are you feeling proud of that hole in the ground at RIO TINTO ZINC --------------------------------------------------------------------------
I'm tired of crying for the underprivileged The blacks, the women, For even black women For starving children for the Irish I'm tired of crying For the unemployed, for one eyed Jews I'm tired of crying For refugees, for amputees I'm tired of crying For the pain of the third world The poor unfortunates Of Hiroshima, Bikini. I'm tired of crying America, America I'm tired of crying for America I'm tired of crying for collecting boxes For noble causes For victims, more victims Victims of violence and protection Victims of privilege More violence, more victims The teacher's lies, the poisoned milk I'm tired of crying, it changes nothing The abuse of sex, the endless rape The decay, the decaying I'm tired of crying For the broken broken broken hopes Broken hearts and promises The broken backs, the broken dreams I'm tired of crying It's a savage world A savage world I'm tired And I just want to cry For me --------------------------------------------------------------------------
She's not in her class at school Teachers want to know why She's starting to think in blue and pink They'll never guess why She's living in a high rise flat She's up on the thirteenth floor Playing with ashes as fairyland crashes Secretly hoping for more Mandy is having a baby The hunters are out in the woods American planes fly over the lanes Do you really think that they should I'm asking you 'cos I want to know Do you really think that they should? They're living in a picture book In a cottage by a motorway Dreaming of peace As the cars roar past Just look the other way They're living in a magazine dream In a cottage by the motorway He goes out while she stays in Will the sun come out today? --------------------------------------------------------------------------
Falling back headlong to the start of it all You fell back screaming the original fall You fell to earth between your mother's knees Bayoneted by the need to please Children - listen - shiver - listen Your story - my story - our story Old familiar carrion crow Junk impresario road show Watch out For the spiders of compulsion Watch out For the spinners of submission Trussed up and paralyzed they've got you where they want you They leave you there to die they've got you where they want you You fight for your life held back by fear of falling You fight for your life held back by fear of feeling You fight for your life held back by fear of freedom Your only fear - the fear of freedom Why do you think that they are laughing Because they've got you where they want you They already got your number, got your picture, stole it from you They already got your picture, got your story, wrote the ending They already got your future, got your children, stole them from you They gave no explanation, they gave no explanation, no explanation They already built the fences, clipped your feathers, built your tethers They already got your rivers, stole the pastures, stole them from you They already got your future, got your children, stole them from you They gave no explanation, they gave no explanation, no explanation Why do you think that they are laughing Because they've got you where they want you They taught you fear of falling They taught you fear of feeling They taught you fear of freedom. FEAR OF FREEDOM FEAR OF FREEDOM FEAR OF FREEDOM FEAR OF FREEDOM --------------------------------------------------------------------------
You care so much you care a lot I hear you moan I hear you sigh The thoughts of all the lonely people Makes you cry Cos you're lonely You're lonely too inside You study all the papers On hunger and disease Sitting in your easy chair, greedy to feed Cos you're hungry You're hungry too inside Well are you happy now Are you satisfied? Are you happy now Did you get what you wanted? Are you happy now They set the trap they lay the bait They set it up for you to lose They made it hard they make it hurt And they turn the screw And it's hurting you - hurting you inside And then they talk of war And then they come for you to fight You say sure you're gonna fight You say fighting's all right Cos you're angry - frightened too inside Well are you happy now Are you satisfied? Are you happy now Did you get what you wanted? Are you happy now You talk so hard you talk so tough You're cold and uptight You look so hard you look so rough You scare me at night But you're frightened boy Angry too inside Angry - frightened too Well are you happy now Are you satisfied? Are you happy now Did you get what you wanted? Are you happy now --------------------------------------------------------------------------
I saw you first in silhouette Indigo blue on jealous green Wavering past the lilac trees Under a tinsel sun I couldn't hear the words at first Love was dying like the afternoon Ultramarine the lilac trees Under a tinsel sun You told me love was fading fast Your face was jade on jealous green I walked you past the lilac trees Enter Cinnamon Gardens I saw you last in silhouette Indigo blue on jealous green Leukemia pale the lilac trees Under a tinsel sun A bitter taste of ginger tears Crimson stings fall white as grief You rippled past the lilac trees Remember Cinnamon Gardens -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Substitutes for human love. Less risky than a human relationship. And when the 'affair' is over you can always put your pet to 'sleep'. An affair of convenience. The convenience of the dominant species. Capture. Domesticate. Exterminate. Alongside the exploitation of animals for laboratory experimentation, the pet and petfood industry is enormous, feeding off our alienation from each other. Sentimentalizing animals to fit in with our deprivation and need for love, physical contact, and control. So the prettiest and most appealing pets are fed and pampered in return for companionship and obedience. Where have we heard that story before? The Miss World contests? The pretty docile pets of male sexist fantasy. Capture. Domesticate. Exterminate. A new girl every year. A new wife every seven year itch. And the Nazis who selected the pretty Jewish girls for their brothels in the concentration camps. They murdered the old and the ugly. Discarded them to use their bodies for soap, lamp- shades and even to feed their guard dogs. I was a young girl child in the second world war. All men were soldiers. I couldn't tell from their almost identical khaki uniforms which were 'ours' and which were 'the enemy'. Some of them came home on leave and mingled their tales of fighting on the front with snickering stories about the reputed brothels of Port Said, where the prostitutes were offered side by side with donkeys, who were screwed and abused just like the women were. Extra extra thrills and treats. I couldn't understand the hot-eyed glances and laughter at these stories. I was frightened. I am still frightened. And of course male military macho ethics approved of these brothels rather than encourage homosexual contact between the ranks. Military regimes are terrified of love developing between soldiers. Balls must mean toughness and courage. But the bullet rips through and reveals the vulnerability of male flesh. Almost as tender as a woman? Almost as vulnerable? They dare not admit that possibility Listen. Butchers are men. The master race. Manipulators. Tormentors. Manufacturers of meat. Think about it. You rape and plunder the entire range of living creatures. You train the young to follow in your footsteps by word and by deed. Give up your knives. Take instead the vulnerability of your own body. Your fragile penis. Cherish love between man and man. Learn the tenderness of your own genitals before you so carelessly pene- trate the bodies of young and fertile girls. Learn first the mysteries of contra- ception and love and respect. In the meantime do not be surprised if the rest of us rise up and turn against you. We can invoke nightmares of revenge worse than you can imagine. And the woman may rise up who will have her knife. And in the name of life she will take up her knife, and, castrating, will avenge even the the least laboratory rat that, discarded, ends up in the tin of Pal you may feed your pet tomorrow morning -----------------------------------------------------------------------
You try so hard to please the teacher Play it straight and you toe the line You try so hard to win their favour But it's just a bore, a waste of time. Trapped all day behind a window Trained to work from nine to five Taught to feel you're just a number Forget what it's like to be alive So you jump the wall and break for freedom Where the air is fresh and the sky is high You roam the streets and laugh for pleasure Remember what it's like to be alive. I'm biding my time for my perfect crime I've already done my time You sit at the back to cheat the teacher Your body's trapped and they waste your mind They've got you now and they want your future So you go on the run to steal back some time And kids from before you can remember Were chained to their desks, but what's the crime ? They broke the locks, escaped the numbers Bunking off to find some pride So you jump the wall and break for freedom Where the air is fresh and the sky is high You rush the streets like running water Remember what it's like to be alive You meet your mates behind the shelter In the toilets, out of sight You go where you go so they can't get you Disobey, it's the basic right You wanted something from your teachers Something real that's worth your time But they let you down, they taught you failure So you jump the wall. The Perfect Crime So you jump the wall and break for freedom But where can you go to find your pride Where can you go for love and laughter To remember what it's like to be alive -----------------------------------------------------------------------
You made it rich, you made it big You had it all but all you did was lose it You had it rich, you had the world In the palm of your hand But all you did was lose it What're you gonna tell the children, daddy? What're you gonna tell the children They gave you their love They gave you their trust They gave you it all But that wasn't good enough for you They gave you their love, they gave it all Made you a star But that wasn't good enough for you What're you gonna tell the children, daddy? What're you gonna tell the children You had it all, you had it made You had the world And all you did was abuse it You had it all, You had the world You had it all and all you did was abuse it What're you gonna tell the children, daddy? What're you gonna tell the children All you did was lose -----------------------------------------------------------------------
O my hunky white anglosaxon bully boys You are soaked in syrup like a cherry You are secure and have no lack of friends Soaked in syrup like a cherry You lean against the bar creaming and dreaming The choicest fruits of the earth are on a plate at your feet You can screw and eat bananas and play space invaders Whenever you please o yea O my spunky white beauty boys You are bored to death You are permitted to wank in public As long as you keep your hands in your pockets. You are bored to death You can chew and wallow and bite and swallow On giant pornburger mansize cowhide meatdreams and stagger home Flattered on real ale. Real male o yea O my white daddytoy babbyboy oi oi bullybelly You are all you have got Wake up from the wet dream cream bun fun fair. You are all you have got Close the sunday papers some day rapers Close the dreamrags and open your eyes Open your hearts and examine your blood supply. You will need them both very soon O my pacifist neochristian, lillywhite bullyboys You cannot stand the sight of blood You are drenched in the blood of your sisters and brothers. You are drenched in blood Your baby lips sucked on the dark breast Of Africa, India, Arabia. Black milk and honey But it's brush off time now sonny They're buttoning up their blouses now sonny No more black milk and honey For your lillywhite tummy sonny No more honey for Grabbydaddy Babbydaddy. Suckthumb. Fuckmum Beebopdaloola bam bam boom