Bad
I'll pick you up early
From the school gates at 3:30
I'll take you down Soho
Be ready to Go-Go
The perverts will be ready
The queue it will be steady
I'll charge you 50 percent
And then I'll charge you for the rent
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
I'll feed you narcotics
Make sure you're erotic
And then I'll feed some to your pals
And soon I'll have a chain of gals
I'll wait outside your school
I'll seem so nice, I'll seem so cool
In my expensive car
I promise I'll make you a star
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
I'll get you a modeling contract
Just lie here on your back
And let perverts stick it in
And leer at you with sickly grins
My paedophile ring, it's the best
My customers they all attest
So come on perverts, come on down
I've got the best ring in the town
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
Am I bad?
Yes, he's bad
I keep it in the family
All my daughters work for me
Killer
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could've been a killer
Who thought that he was God
My victims all mere mortals
All filthy dogs
I could've, I could've, I could've, should've been
A killing, killing, killing, killing, killing machine
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could've been a killer
Who ate his victims' flesh
I could've eat them rotten
I could've eat them fresh
I could've, I could've, I could've, I could've, I could've, could've been
A killing, killing, killing machine
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could've been a killer
I could've been a killer
Children suffocate
Then laughed at all the mothers
Whose hearts I did break
I could've, could've, could've, could've, could've, could've been
A killing, killing, killing, killing, killing machine
Yeah, I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
And I could've been a killer
I could've been a killer
Who thought that he was God
My victims all mere mortals
All filthy dogs
I could've, I could've, I could've, should've been
A killing, killing, killing, killing, killing machine
Yeah, I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
Killing machine
Killing machine
Car Crash
Goodbye, English Rose
You hit that concrete pillar hard
You knew you could not win
And shards of glass have pierced
Your organs and your skin
Your arteries, your arteries, your arteries were slashed
Well I suppose we've all got to die sometime
You died in a car crash
Well, you took that concrete pillar
And it has bashed you in
You took that corner far too fast
Your chances they were slim
Your arteries, your arteries, your arteries were slashed
Well I suppose we've all got to die sometime
You died in a car crash
Well, they rushed you off to hospital
And turned off the machine
But all what was left was to notify
Your royal next of kin
Your arteries, your arteries, your arteries were slashed
Well I suppose we've all got to die sometime
You died in a car crash
The car crash
The car crash
The car crash
Crash
Crash
Crash
Crash
A car crash
Maria
He picks you up, in his car,
He opens every orifice and scar.
Maria, Maria
He cuts you down, in your prime
You will not wither or decline.
Maria, Maria
He tortures you, he holds you down
He beats you black, blue, green and brown.
Maria, Maria
He murders you, he takes your life
For Satan, Satan, Satan's light.
Maria, Maria
Maria, Maria
He feasts on you from dusk to dawn
His knife your body will transform.
Maria, Maria
Your hair so long, your hair so brown
Now in his evil, in his evil you do drown.
Maria, Maria
He drinks your blood as holy wine,
Now in his evil you decline.
Maria, Maria
Maria, Maria
Maria, Maria
Start a Fire
I like burning houses down, and factories as well.
I like burning anything, it's the truth I tell.
Libraries and museums, both of them have fell,
I like burning things, burning things is swell.
I would like to start it as a fashion trend,
Amongst the young people, then the world might end.
Wouldn't it be fun, to ring the funeral bell,
On our civilization, and watch it burn in Hell.
Start a fire, start a fire, start a fire today.
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it all away.
Fire! Fire!
In the summer I like to go to the country side,
Where I burn a forest down, I watch it burn with pride.
Isn't nature wonderful, it makes things so dry,
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn the country side.
Start a fire, start a fire, start a fire today
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it all away.
Fire! Fire!
It makes me feel so sad to see young people dance,
They could burn the discotheque down, they've got every chance.
Then they'd get themselves into the news,
Burning things, burning things can make you famous too.
Start a fire, start a fire, start a fire today
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it all away.
Fire! Fire!
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it all away.
Soho Boy
Well, you've always got schoolbooks
You've always got toys
You never go hungry like
Some of the boys
But something is not quite right
It's not what it seems
Soho's best dressed boy
He doesn't feel clean
Father - no father, but
Uncles you've had
They all turned out nasty
They all turned out bad
They were all pimps
And they were all hoods
So Soho's best dressed boy
Doesn't feel good
They sent you away
To a school for the Toffs
Where you learned to speak proper
And you learned to speak posh
Your mother she cried
Your mother felt sad
So Soho's best dressed boy
He's feeling bad
Took you a long time to find out the truth
Your mother a whore all through your youth
Your mother she died
A long time ago
The ways of the world
Well, now you do know
You stand by her gravestone
You say it out loud
She was a prostitute
And you feel proud
Neighbour
Wake up every morning
Take a coffee down
Then it's in the tube train
In the rush hour to drown
Well, your wife she fucks a neighbour
And calls you a jerk
And when you find out you go berserk
You take a poker to her
And you ram it up her arse
Then you wrap it around her skull
And then you laugh
Well, the neighbour knew you did it
And he turns you in
Now you're gonna pay for your sins
The judge calls you an animal
And says if he could
He'd give you the death sentence -
That would be good
Well, the jury don't take long to establish your guilt
After all, you are guilty, guilty, guilty to the hilt
Well, they found you in your prison cell
Hanging by the neck - your life you had wrecked
And your children they forget you when they can
And when they don't forget you, your memory
Your memory they damn
So now you're rotting in the flames of hell
With a poker rammed up your ass
And around your skull as well
Angel
She sang like an angel
To the chattering plates
But your pimp and your pusher
You both thought were great
Well, you earned enough money
To pay for your stuff
It's great having brown skin
It doesn't show up
You sang like an angel
To the chattering cups
At the end of the day
You weren't tough enough
Your pimp and your pusher
Well, they beat you up
Well, It's great having brown skin
It doesn't show up
Well, your voice became sand-paper
Sand-paper worn
As your heart it was broken
Your heart it was torn
And when you died
The police all queued up
It's great having brown skin
It doesn't show up
XYZ
A is for the Anger
B is for the Bile
C is for the Caustic nature of my smile
D, E and F are Dread, Envy and Fear
G and H - the Greed and Hatred I feel through the years
I is for my Ignorance
J- my jaundiced views
K is for the Knowledge that I refuse to use
L is for the Loathing
And M for Maliciousness
And N is for the Nihilistic views that I do express
And O is for Opportunities
That P - I Pissed away
And Q is for the Questions from which I've run away
And R is for, R is for, R is for my Rage
And S is for the Sarcasm that I use from day to day
T and U are Treachery and Underhandedness
And V is for the Violent nature that I do express
And W, W, X, Y and Z - I'm very, very, very, very nasty
Crack Of Doom
And so your life's been a success
And you have pleasure in excess
Don't worry it will all end soon
The crack of doom is coming soon
And so your future's looking bright
And you've reached the giddy heights
Don't worry it will soon end
It is all shallow and pretend
The crack of doom
Is coming soon
The crack of doom
Is coming soon
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
And so your life
Your life has failed
You've made the progress of a snail
Don't worry you'll get your revenge
For we're all equal in the end
The small and mighty all the same
This life a shallow, facile game
Where every empire turns to dust
And every ego will be crushed
The crack of doom
Is coming soon
The crack of doom
Is coming soon
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
ha-ha
And every dream, hope and desire
Is just a flicker in the fire
And that fire it will consume
The crack of doom
Is coming soon
The crack of doom is coming soon
The crack of doom is coming soon
The crack of doom is coming soon
The crack of doom is coming soon
The crack of doom is coming soon
The crack of doom is coming soon
The crack of doom is coming soon
The crack of doom
doom
Is coming soon
Clown
My whole life it is misery
My whole life it is grief
The face-paint it just hides my soul
My life is a deceit
My makeup lies redundant now
Between my canvas walls
The lip rouge and the face-paint
Are no longer on call
And my photographs
They're all fading fast
The children are all adults now
And their memories did not last
Well, no one really laughed at me
Just a clown who is now dead
And my suicide, my suicide, my suicide note read:
My life it was misery
My life it was all grief
And the face-paint hides my soul
My life is a deceit
Well, the blood has darkened now
Upon my suicide note
And I lie in my paupers grave
Along with my cut throat
And my whole life it was misery
And my whole life it was grief
And the face-paint it just hides my soul
My whole life was a deceit
Rapist
She worked in a brothel
From the age of 13
She never made much money
Her pimp her purse would clean
She worked in that brothel
And in that brothel she was raped
And the rapist had HIV
That's what I call a bad break
And the HIV it turned to AIDS
And the rapist, the rapist, the rapist, the rapist got away
So for her funeral she had to pay
And all her so-called friends
They all stayed away
And the HIV it turned to AIDS
And the rapist, rapist, rapist, rapist, rapist, rapist,
rapist, rapist, rapist, rapist, rapist, rapist got away
Salvation
And the band play for salvation
The Hackney army tune
And a cripple in a wheel chair
He plays the silver spoons
Well, Jesus is their saviour
They fight the good fight
The drummer who plays with them
He goes home and beats his wife
They're marching down to Soho
wake nocturnal types
And the sinners all around them
They try to show the light
Well, Jesus is their saviour
They fight the good fight
The drummer who plays with them
He goes home and beats his wife
Junkies are withdrawing
They're crouching down in pain
And Jesus ain't the saviour
Just a barrel when they see it again
Jesus ain't their saviour
They won't fight the good fight
They'll just throw away
They'll just throw away
They'll just throw away their lives
Dead Souls
A thousand candles burning, far as the eye can see
A hundred figures stooped to light them endlessly
The wind like the Grim-reaper, blows the flames away
Just like our lives are blown out every moment
Dead souls day
The old lady, in plot 43
The pimps and politicians all drowned now in death sea
And the mourners come with their memories
And candles in their pockets to be blown out endlessly
Dead Souls Day
Dead Souls Day
Well, the organ grinds and grinds
He grinds away, and we are his monkeys
His monkeys as he plays
He grinds and grinds and grinds away
Till our own
Dead Souls Day
Dead Souls Day
Dead Souls Day
Dead Souls Day
Dead Souls Day
Dead Souls Day
Dead Souls Day
Swing 'em High
The Gigolo, the Gigolo is charging twice the price
To the priest in holy orders who lives a life of vice
He pleads for mercy, God says no
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
The old lady's savings time do erode
She can't pay for the heating, off the heating goes
She pleads for mercy, God says no
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
The body snatcher's got no bodies to sell
It leads him, it leads him to a life of hell
He pleads for mercy, God says no
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
Well, the Gigolo dies at the age of 43
Of a muscle wasting disease
Pleads for mercy, God says no
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
And the body snatcher dies at an early age
And the old lady's pneumonia did rage
Pleaded for mercy, God said no
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
And the priest died of syphilis
He died in pain
He went to God, he tried to explain
He pleaded for mercy, God said no
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
Swing 'em high, swing 'em low
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