1. ROOTING FOR THE BAD GUY

Wyle E Coyote, Cybermen, Tony Montana, Yosemite Sam, Sylvester the Cat, The Triffids, The Fly.
Put 'em in lights, put 'em in lights.
Falcon Eddie, Doctor Phibes, Captain Hook, Frankenstein, Chupacabra, Bonnie & Clyde.
Put 'em in lights, put 'em in lights.
Here in the dark while the hero is cheered I give my heart when the villain appears.
I wanted Tweety Pie crucified.
I'm rooting for the bad guy.
I wanted Thunderbirds Kentucky Fried.
I'm rooting for the bad guy.
Zombies, Jaws and Mysterons.
Fu Manchu and Mr Burns.
Poison Ivy, Mr Hyde.
Put 'em in lights, put 'em in lights.
Here in the dark when the villain appears...


2. THE SWEETEST SONG

Come sucker fucking away the pain, doing the rounds again, bound, held down in a self made Hell that you picked in your own design and you would change your mind if you could turn back time.
Taking the piss out of the men you kissed. Every cock you took, you fucked, you ditched.
And you would open up wide, hung dried and left out to die.
Your corpse ain't gonna be missed
I heard a song; I heard the sweetest song that hit me
And it went na, na, na, na
Just a cunt on the hunt for cunt who want that kind of meat.
A fuck in the ass and then they're back on the street.
They're just part of your grand design.
And you would change your mind if you could turn back time.
Shit talking lips around the tool, nothing but a cold pussy passed 'round all of the fools.
You're the last to know that what you sow you reap, and you'll be reaping while weeping on the dick of a creep.
Headfucking waste of ass, all cash and no class you ball breaking no good bitch sitting pretty in pink and thinking your shit don't stink, aside from the twat you ain't all that.
And the boys will dance for a chance to lance your cancerous cunt.
You're the last disease on the block.
That cock, that fresh erection is the next in line for your black infection.


3. THE REVOLUTION WILL BE TELEVISED

Pictures of dying going nationwide, while they're cold and hungry on the streets outside.
Broken promises make broken homes.
And they're all queuing up for a government loan.
Pledging your millions off a TV screen while the shit on your doorstep remains uncleaned.
Who said charity begins at home?
And you're all holding out for a government loan.
And while your final trace of faith is being crucified, and while your only means of escaping fear is suicide.
Give us hope.
You arrive alone and you die alone.
You buy their trust so you trust their war, that's what they're paid to lead your Country for.
A flag and a pension and a marble stone supplied and provided by the government loan.
Pill dependence under private health while the rest of the world are medicating themselves.
The only guarantee is when we open our eyes this revolution will be televised.
I'm standing at the edge of the world.
There's chaos in the city as the capitol burns.
I'm calling, calling.
I'm standing at the gates of the west where the doors open wide for the American Express and I'm calling, calling.
I'm standing in the ghost of the town, looking up in the hope someone's looking back down.
I'm calling, calling.
I'm standing with my back to the wall and the sign in my head is I'll be dead before I'm gonna fall.
Calling, calling.
I'm standing at the edge of the world.
There's chaos in the city as the capital burns.
I'm calling, calling.
I'm standing at the gates of the west where the door is open wide for the fashionably dressed and I'm calling, calling.
I'm standing here looking at you.
And you're looking back at me like there's something I can do and I'm calling, calling.


4. THE NEW FLESH

We are born into a time of innocent Americans attacked for trying to job while some Bin Laden motherfucker takes the credit, but instead of heading to Afghanistan to take him out they went to bomb Iraq and kill some families.
Children die because of some imaginary weapons and to find one of the many, many terrorists upon the planet meanwhile the psychopaths accountable for killing every innocent are all sitting safely out of range.
Armageddon orchestrated, televised and exaggerated.
We were lied to and we won't get fooled again.
We are the new flesh, we are the only ones left.
We're the dog you beat down once too much.
We're the cornered rat that will fight back.
We are born into a time our population is divided, poor and hungry people share the planet with the wealthy and the multi-billion industries pay politicians, actors and musicians more than it would take to shelter all the homeless, and the governments ignore the under funding of researching into mental health, allowing over 70% of people under-educated while the suicides per annum keep increasing and narcotics keep the treated pacified.
Fame and fortune un-donated by the over paid and the over rated.
We were lied to and we won't get fooled again.
We are the new flesh, we are the only ones left.
We're the dog you beat down once too much.
We're the cornered rat that will fight back.
This virus breeds inside your system.


5. SLAUGHTERED AUTHORS

And so it began the dreams we had were sold unto the man.
And keen they arrived, picture perfect and pleasing to the eye.
Here's where you sign.
Now welcome to the great design.
All that you are will not be recognised 'till we decide.
Like lambs to the slaughter they dive into the sea.
And they'll never feel the water that's coming down all around me.
See how they come?
Innocence is lost within a system.
With yesterday gone and new young king is crowned, but for how long?
Here's where you sign to see how bright your star will shine.
You'll be the one to make us beautiful...international.
Like lambs to the slaughter they dive into the sea.
And they'll never feel the water that's coming down all around me.
And those lost Sons and Daughters of a dying industry will now choke upon the water.
Where you die there I'll be.
End of the line.
We must regretfully decline.
Our expectations were not satisfied, but be advised in the eyes of the law regard the leaving member clause.
We have a five year option for your songs.
Now move along...


6. THE HARD WAY

New motel and dirty beds, freezing showers, overheads are through the roof, the crew is moaning, boiling strings and Milton Keynes too.
Waiting 'round for soundcheck at five, doors are nine and we ain't playing 'til eleven and there's something about a curfew at two.
Gonna be someone, I'm a smoking gun, I'm the lightning striking.
All fucked up and ready to roll.
All fucked up and ready to roll.
Don't need a reason.
I'm sick and I'm bleeding, got a thorn in my side.
Cut into pieces.
I'm closer to Jesus, even though Hell is open wide.
'Cos I'm out on the road and there's me and the band, and my hearts in the song, and my heads in the sand, and the drivers asleep and I'm here on the passenger side.
And I ain't getting fed, and I ain't getting paid, and I ain't seen a bed in a couple of days, 'cos me and the boys are staying on this ride.


7. INNER CITY OVERTURE

All the stars are out, seems like they know what's going on.
I still can't shake the doubt, but it would appear I'm the only one 'cos everywhere the good will filled the air, and it got the crowd to sing so loud that no-one even heard their city crying.
Here to raise a toast using the milk of human kind.
To exorcise a ghost and maybe even clean a dirty mind.
'Cos everywhere the good will filled the air, and it got the crowd to sing so loud that no-one even heard their city crying.
Because you could be the one.
Everybody come together all around the world.
The gifted, armed with all your wealth, are now saving planet Earth.


8. BI-POLAR BABY

What the Hell has come over me? (All over me)
Where's the person you used to be? (It's a mystery)
Well I'd swear somebody has switched you while I was asleep.
Personality interchange. (Face the change)
Sitting duck in your firing range. (Baby strange)
I'm thinking that I used to love you, but I can't think what part of you.
Up in the air and down on my knees.
I'm in the shit but out of your league.
What makes you think psychosis is appealing anyway?
I just gotta say goodbye bi-polar baby.
If I don't get away you'll make me crazy.
I concede the way I'm feeling lately, I wanna take this knife and jam it right through your heart.
I wanna tear your fucking world apart.
Here's the money and there's the flat. (Here's the flat)
Take it all I don't want it back. (Don't want it back)
Because this suckers hitting the highway and the bags are packed.
What the Hell has come over you? (All over you)
Now your lies have become the truth (See the proof)
Are you happy that they all believe you?
Ain't it funny how we shape the future?
Up in the air and down on my knees
You got the right to do as you please
I'd rather die than feed this disease anyway


9. SHE'S ALL THAT

She's all that, she's all that it takes to convict you.
She's all that, she's all that it takes to convince you.
You might make most of them believe you, but not me; I have got your number.
I'm on you like a shadow. I follow your every lie.
It ain't me that's catching your disease.
Uh-huh, your eyes are saying one thing.
Your mouth is saying another thing.
You think you're going to cut me down to size?
Ah ah, 'cos I'm in the middle of your little enterprise.
She's all that, she's all that it takes to convict you.
She's all that, she's all that it takes to convince you that she's all that.
All eyes are buying into you and your disguise, and you can paralyse every guy you see.
You're good, but there ain't no flies on me.
You should know by now that there ain't no guarantees.
Uh-huh, using up your time, walking on a thin line thinking that you're gonna get across.
Ah ah, 'cos I'm gonna party when they nail you to the cross.
You're gonna get it when you don't see it coming.
You're gonna get it baby...


10. DESTROY ALL MONSTERS

You broke my heart into a thousand pieces and to skin you alive, oh that would be so easy.
So how am I to survive in a world where you're still alive?
When you should be...
Destroyed, choked out, your infection should be destroyed.
(Clap) put it on black, (black) cover your tracks, (track) pussy in a sack and all that.
(Crap) piggy in shit, (shack) pick a new kick, (cat) wallow in a pit and that's it.
(Tack) taking no time, (time) put 'em in a line.
Is it bigger than mine?
3-6-9 she looked so fine
She's gonna make a monkey of you, it's just a matter of time.
(Clap) put it on red, (mad) you're fucked in the head, (back) busy in a bed, and I said...
(Jack) pretty in pink, (pink) your shit don't stink, (think) think I wanna drink, and that's it.
(That) You're covered in ticks, (tack) lickety split and you're making me sick.
Come on your face, your place or mine?
So is it just a matter of taste or just a matter of time?