Same old story
Born in a slum in Rome
Born in filth and rags
You climb the weary road of youth
Alone and often sad
You climb the hills your feet get sore
And then your heart goes numb
And as you reach your teenage years
A whore you do become
And as I see you
My eyes fill with tears
It’s the same old story
It’s been going on for years
Well now all around you men do fall
But you know don’t you know
That you’re just lust’s pawn
The poverty you felt in youth
Well it still plays a part
The poverty once in your purse
Well now it’s in your heart
And when I see you …
So now the money starts to flow
Well how sweet for a short time
But then the sweetness does turn sour
It’s another weary time
And when I see you …
The pimp song
You knock her senseless you hate her guts
You call her a bitch you call her a slut
You feed her addiction well you started it
You hit her some more she’s had her hit
And she wants to be
She wants to be with you
She tried to leave you and then her sanity breaks
And says that she loves you that her heart would ache
You sell her body every day on the street
Then you hit her some more if she tries to speak
But she wants to be
She wants to be with you
Last thing she needs is a pimp like you
Who beats her black and who beats her blue
You’ve hit her so hard you’ve damaged her brain
Well there’s no answer it’s just her life down the drain
You’re nasty you’re bitter you’re twisted and unkind
But she’ll never leave you she’s out of her mind
Yeah she wants to be
She wants to be with you
With you
Pervert
I’m a pervert I’m a pervert
I don’t give a damn
I’ll eat you for breakfast
I see through every sham
Well when your bones are bleached and broken
Maggots eat your flesh
Well you tell me that your life’s been
A success
Well I’m a pervert I’m a pervert
I’m a blasphemer and a ponce too
Yeah pleased to meet you can I abuse you
At least once yeah you
Well your religion your religion
Yeah your religion it makes me retch
Well I piss upon your alter yeah
I won’t show you any respect
Well I’m a pervert I’m a pervert
I go down I go down on the Pope
Well I’d whip the Holy Mother
And then give her give her a poke
I’m going down I’m going down
I’m going down to Hell
Well I might see some of you
Some of you there as well
Piccadilly Lilly
Underneath the arches
By the barricades
I will do just what you want
If money you will pay
With faded jeans trainers on
My hair bleached and permed
Well if you’ve got the money
Then I will take your sperm
Well chiselled is my jawline
Scarcely an acne scar
And I’ve been had in the toilets
Toilets cars and bars
I’m just a piece of meat
For you to have your fun
So pull my trousers around my thighs
And stick it up my bum
I’m Piccadilly Lilly
So if you want a quickie
I will do just what you want
By the penny arcades
When I do get older
I’ll marry me a soldier
And he will go and buy a boy
From the penny arcades
Queen for a day
In the mirror the lines start to form
And you feel like you’ve hardly been born
In the end for all vanities pay you were queen
You a ghost on a screen
Through your tears you see what has been
In the end for all vanities pay you were queen
You were hot you held the cards
Now you’re cold you they do discard
You were young happy and gay a queen
Well through the valium and pills
The shrinks and the bills
Now it’s time to pay you were queen
Queen for a day
Queen for a day
Queen for a day
Queen for a day
Bank robber blues
Well just out of prison streets seem so cold and blue
Don’t know what to do
Family don’t want me and I’m feeling blue
Well walk into a bank and put a gun to the cashier’s head
The cashier presses an alarm now the cashier is dead
I fill her full of lead
Well have-a-go hero thinks he knows what to do
He tries to rush me now he’s dead too
Well I ain’t got any money I feel blue
A policeman walks in and he’s got a gun
I beat him to the trigger his life is gone
I make for the exit but in comes another one
Bang bang bang go our guns
I hit in the head his blood starts to run
I make for the midday sun
Police are waiting for me my life flashes by
I know I’m gonna die
If you got a conscience for me you can cry
Bank robber blue
Bank robber blue
Bank robber blue
Bank robber blue
Bank robber blue
If you got a conscience
Bank robber blue
Gas bill
I can’t pay my gas bill
What am I going to do
Belsen’s costing me a fortune
Dachau’s expensive too
I’m running out of gas
Running out of gas
Running out of gas
I’m running out of gas
Running out of gas
I’m running out of gas
I can’t pay my gas bill
Everybody’s so mean
All I tried tried to do
Was keep my country clean
I can’t pay my gas bill
Well didn’t I get a result
Six million early showers
With death as a result
I’m running out of gas
Running out of gas
Running out of gas
I’m running out of gas
Running out of gas
I’m running out of gas
Well you don’t think it’s funny
Well nor do I
I’m here in my bunker
And I’m going to die
Eva pass the mustard
Laced with cyanide
This world’s been beastly
So now it’s suicide
I’m running out of gas
Running out of gas
Running out of gas
I’m running out of gas
Running out of gas
Maxwell
Maxwell’s charred body lies on his mattress
His charred flesh you can smell
His dress is like like broken flowers
His assassins will go to Hell
Maxwell’s make-up and the dress are melted
His high heels broken and charred
He looks like a woman now he lies buried
In a council part in the graveyard
Maxwell’s Hell
Maxwell’s Hell
Maxwell was lonely his parents disowned him
You do not break the taboos
You wear Brut 45 you wear tassels and crombies
Or you will stand accused
Maxwell’s Hell
Maxwell’s Hell
Maxwell’s Hell
He burns in
Maxwell’s charred body lies on his mattress
His charred flesh you can smell
Billy's blues
Billy’s in the drugstore
Seven nights a week
Fills himself so full of drugs
He can hardly speak
Then he goes out working
Selling what he can
If you’ve got the money
You can be his man
Billy’s blue
He’s drugstore blue
Well Billy sends me letters
Everything is fine
Drug rehabilitation programme’s
Gonna work this time
The he send me a letter
He’s in jail
Can I post the bail
Billy’s blue
He’s drugstore blue
Well last time I saw Billy
He was suckin’ off a man
Other men were watching
And he didn’t give a damn
Now I look at Billy
And he’s lyin’ on a slab
His funeral arrangements
And we’re feeling sad
Billy’s blue
He’s drugstore blue
Billy’s blue
He’s drugstore blue
Yeah Billy’s blue
He’s drugstore blue
Crude
You look in the mirror
You’re all skin and bone
You’re gonna die soon
I thought I should phone
Your stomach is bulging
And cannot take food
I think that their methods are
A little crude
They’ve severed
Most of your limbs
Your brain and eyesight
Are going dim
Well they’ve strangled you
‘Til your face went blue
I think that their methods are
A little crude
They cut off your ears
Pulled your nails out
You’ve answered all their questions
But they can still doubt
Well all your senses
They did denude
I think that their methods are
A little crude
Well they’ve shit in your shit in your
Shir in your face
Then dumped your body
Without a trace
Lacerated and in the nude
I think that their methods are frankly
A little crude crude crude crude
Crude crude crude crude
Crude crude crude crude
Crude crude crude crude
Crude
Then when I asked your tormentors
Wasn’t it odd
They said no
We’re just doing our job
If you knew
Think of you often in silk and in rags
Think of you laughing and feeling so sad
Think of your life I think of your time
Think of you aching and feeling devine
If you knew if you knew
How I loved you
Think of you trying to cure your mistakes
The mother father you hate
Think of you sitting there in your cell
Think of your anguish your living Hell
If you knew if you knew
How I loved you
How I loved you
Soho news
Skinheads in the doorway
Get their heads kicked in
Full of drugs and racism
Now it’s getting grim
A clip joint bouncer
Beats them to a pulp
And leaves them in the gutter
On their blood to gulp
That’s the news
Soho’s news
Well Jimmy my slum landlord
Comes round for the rent
Well Jackie who he pimps for
Her money he has spent
Well there’s junkies in the toilet
And the front door’s been kicked down
Mr rent boy neighbours
Well they go up and down
That’s the news
The news
Well a man from a northern town
He goes steaming in
Someone stole his sixty pounds
So now he does him in
Well a piano bar bouncer
Goes to the person’s defence
Stealing money for his fix
Well that was the offence
That’s the news
That’s the news
That’s the news
The Soho news
Up the road a clipper
Gets stabbed through the heart
She tried to rip off a psychopath
And now pays for her art
I saw her standing in the rain
On a Sunday afternoon
I looked into her eyes
And I knew that she was doomed
That’s the news
The news
The Soho news
Le Havre
In the seamen’s mission drinking gin
He tried so hard not to give in
The street singers are all whores
Who ruin you when you’re ashore
On the portside
Of Le Havre
The mermaids for whose love you’ll pay
And the fishes who you’ll feed some day
Now in the bars wine holy drink
Then in the stinking gutter sink
On the portside
Of Le Havre
Now in the chapel your body lays
And the angels take your soul away
Up to heaven in the sky
When all the sailors have died
In the portside
Of Le Havre
In the portside
Of Le Havre
Dead
You play accordion
You’re going blind
The world goes past
But you’re out of time
And the people in your head
Are all dead
You stagger home
The alcohol brings cheer
Your weary body
And you’re full of fear
And the people in your head
Are all dead
You had a mother
And a father too
Dragged up on the streets
Were you
And the people in your head
Are all dead
And so you’re singing
One last sad song
The chords and melodies
All are wrong
And the people in your head
Are all dead
And the people in your head
Are all dead
A strange, haunting, collection of songs. It's fair to say that this new collection is at opposite ends of the spectrum to 'Farmyard Filth', the former dealing with man's inhumanity to beast, while the latter deals much more with the troubles and pain of the human condition itself, and the cruelty of humanity against its fellows. Cheerful, no?
