1. DEATH TRAP

In the back of my neck I can feel a strange sensation
Feels like I'm heading for the crisis of all creation
Only those with death wish understand my situation
Feels like Jesus Christ heading for the stations of the cross,
In my death trap, death trap
Running in my death trap, death trap
Chicken running in my death trap, death trap

Heading for the crossroads of fiery crucifixion
Lighting up the night sky with bitterness distinction
While I hold the wheel of fate, smell of burning friction
I feel like a hero heading for extinction

It's the shell of steel or plastic
Monkey on elastic, going up and down
Crank shaft cracking up
Oil pressure going down
Brake drums blowing out
Tyres on fire now
Differential seize up, unbalanced camshaft
Worn out pistons rings,
Brake fade, brake fade
Hydraulic leak out, radiator overheat
Monkey on elastic, going up and down
Shell of steel or plastic, turning round
Shell of steel or plastic
Monkey on elastic, going up and down


2. MICRO MAN

It's the age of the Micro Man
Who sees the detail but never the plan
It's the time of the tiny creep
Who pulls the levers while he falls asleep
Twenty five years of social research

It's the age of the insect man
Who pushes buttons and takes back the can
It's the age of the Micro Man
Who sees the detail but never the plan
Twenty five years of social research
Twenty five years of social research


3. SPIRIT OF THE AGE

I would have like you
To have been
Deep frozen too
And waiting still
As fresh in your flesh
For my return to earth
But your father refused
To sign the forms
To freeze you
Let's see
You'd bee
About sixty now
And long dead
By the the time i return
To earth
My time held dreams
Were full of you
As you were
When i left:
Still under-age

Your android replica
Is playing up again
It's no joke
When she comes
She moans
Another's name

That's the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
It's just the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
And that's the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
That is the spirit of the age

I am a clone
I am not alone
Every fibre of my flesh
And bone
Is identical to ther others'
Everything i say
Is in the same tone
As my test-tube brothers'
Voice.
There is no choice
Between us
If you had ever seen us
You'd rejoice
In your uniqueness
And consider every weakness
Something special
Of your own
Being a clone
I have no flaws to identify
Even this doggerel
That pours from my pen
Has just been written by
Another twenty
Telepathic men
It says:
O for the wings
Of any bird
Other than a battery hen.

But that's the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
That's just the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
It's just the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
Adjust the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)
Unjust the spirit of the age
(spirit of the age)


4. URBAN GUERILLA

I'm an urban guerrilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary romancer
My rising sign is Cancer
I'm a two-tone panther

So let's not talk of love and flowers
And things that don't explode
We've used up all of our magic powers
Trying to do it in the road

I'm a political bandit
And you don't understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It is not the way I planned it
I'm society's destructor
I'm a petrol bomb constructor
I'm a cosmic light conductor
I'm the people's debt collector

So watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know


5. STEPPENWOLF

You can see my eyes are lupine
The liquid golden fires glare
My loping walk, my slinking spine
Are signs that there is something there
The way my nostrils flare for odours
The way my ears prick up for sound
My hair's electrically aware
Tells me things for miles around
I am a man-wolf, I am a wolf man
I have half a canine mind
I have half the mind of man
I am neither of one kind
Maybe it was only an hallucination
I'm no stranger to such things
I made a thorough investigation
The image had a power that clings
To my jaded imagination
My brain has found the bells it rings

Like a wolf my wilful loafing
My languishing alone in my lair
Where you will never hear me laughing
I'm half in love with dark and despair
The Moon's a howling, mouth of mercury
Quicksilver quivering in the sky
It echoes like a cave of chromium
That'll vacuum up my soul when I die
I am a wolf man, I am a man-wolf

A freak, a fiend, a figment of mind
A species of the steppes and city

I am neither of one kind
Dissolving in the slendour of this desolation
The forest has been filled by a fog
Exactly a description of my isolation
I made a note of it in my log
To the secret of all creation
I follow my own trail like a dog

I am a wolf man who walks alone in the gas lamp
Shadows of the streets at night
I am a man-wolf upright on two feet in the
city dressed somberly as a man
I am a wolf man under skies heavy with snow
My eyes are convex lenses of ebony embedded
in amber
I am a man-wolf
The fat bourgeois and his dopple ganger
are buried in their solid glare
Twin specimens of insect set for display
I am a man-wolf, the man in me would kill the wolf
I am a wolf man, the wolf in me would eat the man
I am a wolf man, who despises the
striving of common men
Who sees them at work, at their daily tasks
at factories and office desk
Who watches them at evening,
elbows lift at tavern tables,
heads lolling in song
Ich weiss nicht wat ik zagen zollen

I saw a neon sign reflected in a pool of liquid sky
It was not what I expected I was only walking by
The sign said "to the magic theatre"
It is not for everyone
It is but for madmen only, the
first performance has begun
I looked up to see that notice
where the lights were shining from
Nothing but blank wall was there
and their reflection too was gone
Maybe it was only an hallucination
I'm no stranger to such things
I made a thorough investigation
The image had a power that clings
To my jaded imagination
My brain has found the bell it rings


6. FREE FALL

Before you jump
You wear the frown
Of someone who is stalling
There's no up there's only down
In the fear of falling
In free fall...

All you need to do is take
One step into the sky
Give yourself to gravity
Give death another try
In free fall, free fall

The wind'll take your frightened face
And force your mouth to smile
While destiny is on your case
The gods look up your file
In free fall...

The clouds are coming at you
Like a host of angels wings
For thirty seconds of freedom squared
You've cut the puppet strings
In free fall, free fall


7. UNCLE SAM'S ON MARS

Shoals of dead fish float on the lakes,
but Uncle Sam's on Mars
And science is making the same mistakes,
but Uncle Sam's on Mars
No one down here knows how to work the brakes,
but Uncle Sam's on Mars

Uncle Sam's on Mars, Uncle Sam's on Mars, Uncle Sam's on
Mars, he's on Mars

Layers of smoke in the atmosphere have made the earth
too hot to bear
The Earth might be a desert soon, America has left
the Moon

Uncle Sam's on Mars, Uncle Sam's on Mars, Uncle Sam's on
Mars, he's on Mars

He's digging for dreams in the red sand
He's got his bucket and spade in his left hand
He's digging for dreams
He's looking for life

What's he doing out there?
He's looking for life
Looking for life
There may be life out there

(Nixon to Armstrong - July 21st 1969:)
I'm talking to you by telephone from the
Oval Room in the White House.
And this certainly must be the most exciting telephone
call ever made here on Earth. I just can't tell
you how proud we all are. For every American this
has to be the proudest day of their lives. And
for people all over the world, I'm sure they too
join with us in recognising what a tremendous
achievement this is. For one priceless moment
in the whole history of Man......

MacDonalds Hamburger
Construction works
And he's looking for life
Looking for life to wind up
He's looking for life to stamp out
He's looking for life to grind out
He's looking for life, so mind out

I hope you brought your credit card with
you, and I hope you know how to
drive on these long, lonely freeways and
intersections we've got up
here. We've got two cars in the garage,
two cars in the garage, and
drum-majorettes in white ankle socks and
baton twirling on Sundays.
We've got stripes and the stars and Uncle
Sam's on, Uncle Sam's on, Uncle
Sam's on, Mars....