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Cockatoo Prison - Tiger 021 - 2010

1Molester of Minors

Molester of Minors

I’m 49, buying youth, punished now in Hell

Selling youth on the street a victim of this whore

Hypocrisy means I’m punished by this ass, the law

He’s 15, looking 18, I love his young flesh

But I must be censured, now illegal my caress

Corrupted and voracious are his desires

For money and for sex a cheat, a thief, a liar

Denim-clad buttocks, bleached blond hair,

Seductive and tempting, provocative his stare

All the men he has seduced without thought or care

Just one more on the list, out of this prison stare

So my life is ruined by such pleasures cheap

An empty pleasure now, in this cell I weep

Seduced by empty pleasure now I serve my time

The law it is an ass, the law it is a swine

2Rapist

Rapist

On a dark night I will lie in wait for a single girl to pass

The terror incurred makes my heart beat so fast

To see the look of fear and desperation as they scream

Such power from insignificance for me is a dream

For that beautiful moment I will always live

When in terror rapt attention to me they give

A failure, a nothing, at that moment I am not

My power it is absolute their attention to the fact

My cock rises momentously, with hatred I do thrust

Revenge for every slight the fuel of my lust

How sweet is my revenge on this world which did not

Treat me as significant so now my load is shot

And I curse this world as my victim I do rape

My power absolute on her, on the floor her head I scrape

So she is a victim of my inferiority

How desperate are her cries, her head it starts to bleed

I put my hands around her throat as she starts to scream

And threaten the grim reaper will her life redeem

So world I am of value, that is your mistake

Each time that you shun me another girl I rape

Her obedience to me is total you will find

Or I will slash her tongue and eyes, she’ll be mute and blind

So world which treats me with such cruel neglect

Look how I the rapist my victim does respect

Every action obedience I command

Or to her I will wreak such harm

And I am a fair man if servitude they display

Perhaps with my life I will not slash away

But if in any way they me disrespect

Then their life I will neglect

3Murerers are King

Murerers are King

How I worship murderers, cut-throats they are kings

I am just a thief on the floor my body flings

The lowest of the low, a common lowly thief

In this penitentiary the lowest meek and weak

The murderers they walk as kings arrogant and loud

I subjugate myself to them so virile, strong and proud

For in this prison I am the lowest of the low

The murderer when he walks by on the floor my body throws

The greatest love of all the murderer does give

He risks his very liberty when a life no longer lives

How I wish that virile beast at me would stare

But I am just a piece of shit for me he doesn’t care

But for me he is a saint, at his feet my body fling

For me the murderer, the murderer is king

4Baby Killer

Baby Killer

I murder little children, I ain’t no low-down nonce

I’m better than the thief, extortionist or ponce

When I see a small child them I have to kill

If I don’t get to murder them it makes me feel ill

I love to see a baby alone in his cot

When mummy isn’t looking their little throat I cut

Love to see the little ones draw their last breath

I feel my life it is fulfilled each time I cause a death

Such suffering and strife that little one I’ve saved

From a stupid sinful life, corrupted and depraved

To murder little children, to me it makes such sense

When my court case came I needed no defence

I saved the little ones suffering and strife

Let’s face it, a piece of shit only is this life

And then there is one less mouth in this world to feed

And one less baby who’ll grow up and most likely breed

Instead of being prosecuted a hero I should be

A super hero saving the world if only they could see

So here I stand with a chance to have my voice heard

When I pleaded my defence they said it was absurd

But I love to kill the little ones, hang them from a Christmas tree

Or put a nick in their wrists and watch them slowly bleed

Put a pillow on their face and then to gently press

I love it when they fight for air and take their last breath

When mummy isn’t looking, throw them on a subway track

Then giggle as the subway train into them does smash

Or from a high building or a bridge one I do throw

I love the little thud I hear as they hit the floor below

I’m vicious, cruel and nasty, I have to answer yes

But please once again let me please impress

Though I might enjoy my work I have morality

The overcrowding of this world I want to ease

So to kill a little baby for me it is the best

Each time I kill a baby it’s better for the rest

5Junkie

Junkie

Our child it was an accident, no plan involved

Our sense of responsibility in heroin dissolved

We hardly had the will to look after ourselves

Left the baby in a cupboard on the shelf

My own child I killed it from neglect

Put it in a cupboard, let filth it infect

Its mother was a junkie, its mother is a whore

So when the baby did cry I just it ignored

I left it in the cupboard, left it in filth to die

Smacked out on the floor in the lounge I lie

The opiates’ golden mist into my veins, goodbye

While in a cupboard in its Hell that baby would cry

While its mother on the street her body would sell

That baby’s mother and father they came from Hell

So in that cupboard baby will die

Without a kindly face to wave or say goodbye

6Shit Terrorist

Shit Terrorist

Go to the railway station, I smear myself in shit

Then I go for a walk, I walk about a bit

Go down to the toilet, the shit I rub it on

Rush hour on the platform, then I come along

The panic is electric, it’s like I have the plague

I shout a few warnings, the panic it does rage

A man covered in shit, the faeces on him smeared

Will clear a railway station, leave it cloaked in fear

Trains will be delayed, chaos will ensue

Until a special section arrives from the boys in blue

Looking like some aliens in special shit-proof suits

Quickly they arrest me, ruthless are the brutes

Not an ounce of mercy shit-covered me they show

I commit the worst of crimes, the rush hour make go slow

Shit Terrorist

Go to the railway station, I smear myself in shit

Then I go for a walk, I walk about a bit

Go down to the toilet, the shit I rub it on

Rush hour on the platform, then I come along

The panic is electric, it’s like I have the plague

I shout a few warnings, the panic it does rage

A man covered in shit, the faeces on him smeared

Will clear a railway station, leave it cloaked in fear

Trains will be delayed, chaos will ensue

Until a special section arrives from the boys in blue

Looking like some aliens in special shit-proof suits

Quickly they arrest me, ruthless are the brutes

Not an ounce of mercy shit-covered me they show

I commit the worst of crimes, the rush hour make go slow

7Paedophile

Paedophile

I’m afflicted, you don’t care, as at me you scream

And sympathy, compassion, they are just a dream

I might ruin their lives but here I am in Hell

My sickness it leads here to this prison cell

The heat between my legs that burns so red and hot

Leaves me now in this cell to mutilated rot

My desire’s a poison, destroys all that it grasps

Satan I’m his victim, he tortures me and laughs

I love the little girl, what am I to do

When my desire it rises up I just need to screw

So the bigots full of hate, retribution at me spit

Kill the bastard they scream, kill the perverted git

I didn’t choose these foul desires, poisonous and sick

But when they rise up then I just can’t fight it

When the mob they rise a paediatrician kill

Compassion or sympathy? Oh my guts they’ll spill

So how does this fit in, Creator Divine?

You afflict me with this curse, I will bide my time

I love the little girl, what am I to do

When my desire it rises up I just need to screw

But in stabbing distance, oh all-mighty God

I hope your angel bodyguards are up to the job

You know God almighty, you just make me sick

All your fascist followers so moronic and thick

I love the little girl, what am I to do

When my desire it rises up I just need to screw

I don’t want to do it, ruin and corrupt

But the sickness in me it just rises up

Foulest pervert, disgusting word that fits

Nothing could be lower, a rancid piece of shit

8Pimp

Pimp

A professional procurer of young girls in black

I sell them lots of drugs then sell them on their backs

Oh how they fall in love with me when they know them I do hate

It makes them so excited when I leer at them they shake

And the nice guys how they bore them when danger I do sell

I give their pure white arms a fix tell them they’re going to Hell

They know they’ll sink down lower, end as trash on the street

Like a snake I paralyse them they cannot move or speak

So I move through my career ruining young lives

All my little victims no chance to survive

There’s really not a thing those young girls can do

It almost seems preordained this pimp them’s going to screw

To evil, depravity, vice, I am just a black hole

How my young victims give their bodies and their souls

So I will drag them down that is my victory

I am a foul cancer who judges society

9Necrophiliac

Necrophiliac

In the mortuary I had sex with a boy

The most beautiful boy I saw

The angel of death looked over us

His blessings on us swore

That boy was the one I loved

The one that I adored

That boy died in my arms

And so just once more

I made love to my dead boy

The one that I adored

Upon a marble slab

On the mortuary’s cold floor

The angel of death played a harp

A heavenly chorus sang

And as I made love to my dead boy

The tears my eyes stang

I made love to a dead boy

They said evil was I

They said the urge unnatural

Yet all the time cried

I made love to a dead boy

It was just a wave goodbye

The angel of death himself looked on

And a tear himself did cry

I made love to a dead boy

My way to say goodbye

To the only true love that I’ll know

Until the day I die

And then we’ll be united

In the cosmic void

Goodbye, my love, goodbye

I love you my dead boy

10Family Killer

Family Killer

So I kill my mother, father, wife and daughter too

I turn the gun on me, my brains I’ll blow out too

But then the gun it jammed on me the carnage I had wreaked

Then I’m left to stare at death so should I lay a wreath

My family all lie dead now dead at my feet

I am left to mourn them this carnage I have wreaked

So the guilt and shame now it starts to rise

I am left to stare at what I’ve done with surprise

The red mist had risen, their murder did ensue

All the souls that I loved I murdered through and through

Sometimes I still wonder why blood spilled

The claustrophobic hate I suppose me must have filled

After I had murdered them myself I tried to kill

Now I’m in this prison cell with despair I’m filled

11Cannibal

Cannibal

To eat consenting adults, this they call a crime

I eat them if they ask me, and this to me seems fine

If someone wants in an oven to be a roast

My duty is to cook them as a perfect host

If someone wants me to them slowly cook

Why is my liberty now forsook?

It seems to me that if our society was free

To eat a willing adult, allowed I should be

And if for human flesh I have a taste

I should be free that choice to make

But such freedom is just for dreams

Society controls each and everything

Anything which seems a little strange

Has the consequence of punishment, the consequence of pain

Oh you must behave, oh you must conform

Oh you must adhere to the norm

So what two consenting adults do require

Is only permissible to conformist desires

12Gangster

Gangster

Intimidating people I bully their respect

Raw and brutal fear with them I infect

Obedience and servitude or a certain death

I’ll send flowers to their funeral on their grave to rest

The law of this jungle: the brutal do survive

If you bow before me, you will stay alive

Brutality is something I have always shown

As a means to an end I have always known

But no matter how you threaten their safety and their health

There’s always another thug, always someone else

Who’ll stand up to you playing the same game

And in a gutter some day it’s you who has been slain

Dog-eat-dog brutality, on the street we’re trapped

When we’ve made lots of money, the fact is still the fact

That you are just the lowest that comes up from the street

With all the money that you make you always look cheap

When the cops do get you, they will lock you up

So in this world of violence your soul they will corrupt

So the cops control us gutter trash

If we make it big, us they will smash

And when they come down on us, regret we ever lived

For our low beginnings they do not forgive

We deal in drugs and whores, low-life street trash

Then when we make too much, us they come and smash

Maintain the status quo, the rich should stay rich

They’ll keep us trash down for us life is a bitch

13Car Thief

Car Thief

I steal your car any time of day

And by this time tomorrow it’s been resprayed

I will steal your car, do you wanna make a date?

By this time tomorrow I’ll have changed the plates

Car thief

They say that I’m a menace, on the street no car is safe

I’ll ship it abroad, sales outlets are in place

And all you motherfuckers you are all insured

So a little inconvenience I’m sure you can endure

Well I suppose my crimes go in the pecking orders low

In and out of prison all the time I seem to go

I suppose the fact that I get caught shows I’m a bit slow

But the judge said I’m a social menace you know

I started as a plumber but my pipes would always leak

I tried a little carpentry but ended up a thief

So now a prison sentence is a hazard I must face

But I’m getting pretty close to buying my own place

14Arsonist

Arsonist

I need to burn it down, my duty to destruct

When I burn a building down then in God I trust

I need to see the flames of Hell dancing in the sky

Then my purpose is fulfilled happily I’ll die

To bring the flames of Hell to earth is my only desire

To have my fellow man burning in Hell-fire

So I bless my master and I bless my fate

That the power of his Hell-fire I can here create

A granny and her pussycat their cottage I will light

And as they burn in agony their smell will me delight

Every time the flames their beauty does impress

And how I love the screams, the smell of burning flesh

Each time that I do it Satan does me bless

And it sends such shivers through me I get goose flesh

If I burn a kennels, those dogs they bark for help

How desperate are those dogs as they bark and yelp

Or I’ll burn a cattery, those pussycats do scream

For me their smell of burning fur it is just a dream

Burning an old people’s home usually does work

So many are bed-ridden their rooms they can’t desert

Rid them of their misery, rid them of their grief

Those old people smell their burning meat

I always try to pick on the mild and the meek

The defenceless I do pick on because they are so weak

But of all the delights the smells of burning flesh

The smells of burning babies is the smell that I like best

All those little babies in their cots asleep

As my flames do lick them how shrilly they do shriek

Their little charred bodies in Hell their souls will rest

Where my master Satan each of their souls shall bless

15Behind Baa's

Behind Baa's

So to slit your throat my love, authorities allow

But to make love, to punishment must bow

When we made love orgasmic was your bleat

Now I’m in this prison cell bloodied, bowed and weak

Mocked and vilified, “sheep fucker” they shout

So humiliated, mocking, knocking me about

So for my perversion punishment it shocks

For here in Hell itself I am a laughing stock

For my harmless love which other people eat

Oh when we made love happy was your bleat

I must now be punished for what you call a crime

While you will slit a sheep’s throat, eat her with your wine

So I’m in this prison for your morality

As long as you represent the majority

Mocked and vilified because I don’t conform

To what authorities consider is the norm

So while I am allowed to kill and eat your flesh

A criminal offence it is with you to have sex

Baa baa baa baa get back behind bars

16Con Man

Con Man

I love you, I tell them, I can smell that they are rich

A smile, a kind word, and some charm she loves me, stupid bitch

If they have a husband then I’m out of the woods

A little con I play on them the money oh so good

Make them believe I have a scam I play upon their greed

Let them have the ideas and then on them I feed

So the wife she loves me the husband’s money take

Oh the fun of it a con man on the make

Yet the strangest thing of all an orphan am I

My father killed my mother, you know the reason why

Because my father and my mother a con man did them have

My mother fell in love with him and he conned my dad

And when my father he found out my mother he did kill

Though she thought the scam was legit he gave it to her still

Then he turned the gun on himself and dropped down dead

While I lay hidden underneath the bed

But the strangest thing of all was I followed his career

The man who killed my mother and my father dear

So now I hang around in bars my next victim to find

Just like the man who robbed my father blind

And as I perform my scam I even use his name

The man on whom my parents’ death is blamed

So round and round the pattern goes, life it is a game

Round and round it goes but it always stays the same

Maybe in a way I am gaining my revenge

Conning other people their death to avenge

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16 Songs of crime and punishment.

The Tiger Lillies were commissioned to create a song cycle of crime for the 17th Biennale of Sydney in May 2010. Here we present to you a collection of some of the darkest songs we have ever made, stories of societies most vilified and despised individuals stating there case for the world to judge. A former prison and shipyard, Cockatoo Island retains many remnants of its past. Its prison buildings have been nominated for World Heritage listing, along with other convict sites around Australia.

Crimes against humanity, beast and God, terrible acts that arouse fury and confusion in the public at large. From the mundane to the horrific. Tried and convicted they may be, but what drove them to these acts? Can any of us ever say we have not harbored some violent impulse that we nearly acted upon?

80 minutes, lyric booklet included and colour gate-fold sleeve.

Credits:

Martyn Jaques - Vocals, Accordion, Guitar, Ukulele, Piano and Organ

Adrian Stout - Double Bass, Bass Guitar, Theremin, Musical Saw, Sleigh Bells, Backing Vocals

Adrian Huge - Drums, Percusion, Backing Vocals

Recorded at Mission Hall Studios, Edinburgh, Scotland, mixed and mastered by James Locke.

Additional photography by Thomas Kother

CD artwork by Frédéric Domont

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