1. 1-4 Dead
2. Blissful Myth
3. The Psycho Sqaut
4. Rotten To The Core
5. Poppycock
6. Cosmic Hearse
7. The Cloud Song
8. Vampire State Building
9. Blasphemey Sqaud
10. When You Are A Martian Church
11. Pig In A Blanket
12. Inside
13. Nothing But A Nightmare
14. Flesh Crucifix
15. Slimy Member
16. Love Is Not
17. Radio Schizo
18. Happy Farm
19. Alice Crucifies The Pedophile
20. Army Of Jesus
21. Dutchmen

3/4 of the world are starving
the rest are dead
overdosed on insensitivity
nail varnished to crosses

it's escapists shit of a feeble kind
a fucked up institution for fucked up minds
holy matrimony is a blissful myth
wholly based on tradition wholly based on bullshit
think you love each other, think you're so in touch
but it's the shit institution you love so much
is your caring so stifled so perverted and sick
that you need vows and duties so that it won't slip?
you make your love secure but what of respect?
does it only exist as another truth to forget?
so your limited caring is the best you can give
smeared with lies+ traditions behind which you live
holy matrimony is blissful myth
wholly based on tradition wholly based on bullshit

couldn't stand dummy and maddy no more
that's why i had to go to the psycho squat
now the fleas carry blood about my body
the winning spiel goes round and round
the mass debate never ends

have you realized that "rock stars" always seem to lie so much?
john lydon once said he cared, but he never really gave a fuck
said he'd use the money he made so that people could "have somewhere to go"
but now he lives in the usa and snorts coke after the show
why is it that "rock stars" always seem to lie so much?
joe strummer once said he cared, but he never really gave a fuck
said he'd use the money he made to set up a radio station
to make the airwaves full of something more than shit
have you noticed we're still waiting?
you must realise that "rock stars" always seem to lie so much
some will always tell you that they care, but they don't really give a fuck
still you suckers don't ever learn that rock stars deal in money not truth
it's good business to exploit you
just look at lydon or strummer for proof

poppies are the opium of the people
you prefer poppies to people
you take pride in genocide
there are no poppies in the usa
there are no poppies in the ussr
poppy monopoly in the uk
poppy monopoly, ok
poppies are the opium of the people

floating round the universe
fucking in our cosmic hearse
you know time don't ever end
can't evade those dead zen men
you're the meat in big buddha's dinner
one day you'll eat us all up too
one day is now

the black cloud gathers and smothers my brain
as i cry another tear in this struggle of pain
another hurdle to clear is it all the same?
is the conquest of pain my only aim?
the pain has got to stop it's eating into me
my apathy upholds this misery
this hatred for myself will destroy me
if i don't start to give it the love it needs
have you ever realised you must love yourself
if you don't how can you love anybody else?
nobody can reach you through your personal hell
you'll just eat yourself away in your tortured shell

what's that festering grotesque over there in a wheelchair, wheelchair
stifled in a stifled in a, straitjacket, straitjacket
self inflicted safety pin wounds, wounds is it punkoid? devoid? schizoid? mumbling?
vampire state building is crumbling, crumbling, crumbling

blasphemy squad, thriving on hate, in the warfare state, like piss in a pod
never forget, never ever forgive, wash your mouth out with pope
death love god squad and the babies of christ, pin you all down, in their burial mound
never forget, never ever forgive, wash your mouth out with pope
no need to feed, from corpus christi, no need to cower, inside you's the power
never forget, never ever forgive, wash your mouth out with pope
hairy white mouse and the rubber arch bish, the crazed entourage, their immoral barrage
they censored this line with a brick through my head, washed my mouth out with pope

when you are a martian church
when the dust has settled, and you're born again, maybe as a martian church
maybe then you'll see, that your reality, was squashed into banality,
when you are a martian church

i tell you about the animals
how they suffer how they die
you try to hide guilty doubt
from me with an appeasing smile
you never want responsibility
for this murderous cruelty
the wasteful piles of blood-soaked bodies
you won't let your conscience see
ask yourself what makes you want this
torn ripped flesh so desperately
are you worthy of having this suffering
brought about to fuel your greed???
not satisfied with killing animals
you're killing millions of people as well
as the numbers increase of those dying
in your man made 3rd world hell
millions dying all the time
locked in your abbatoir of greed
whilst you destroy them and yourself
by taking much more than you need
there is no justice in this death
no illusion i'll let you hide behind
the tradition you use to hide animal murder
is nothing but a thin disguise

no longer want to listen to your insane lies
or call for the blood of those who've died
or lust for the tears of another to be cried
no longer want to suffer this pain inside
no longer feel the need to crush all in sight
or play any part in a cruel and bitter fight
to maintain a blood stained curse of pride
no longer want to suffer this pain inside
no longer want to suffer this pain inside

what's the point of living in your mindless life?
what's the point of living in your mindless life?
what's the point of dying in your mindless death?
what's the point of living in your lifeless mind?
have you ever even had the thought of thinking?
or is it you're just ignorant and ignorant?
have you ever even had the thought of thinking?
pathetic fool trapped inside your skull
the pile of shit inside your brain in which you live
is not your own, you live out all the lies you're given
you're too scared to face yourself, you're too scared to face yourself
so you're too scared to please yourself
living in your dreamworld is nothing but a nightmare
nothing but a nightmare

carnivores are like tombstones
cremating animal carcasses
creating animal shit coffins
carnivores are like tombstones
carnivores are flesh tombstones

grind your bones to make their bombs
nothing so slimy as a member
or obscene as the prime cut
the real chaos merchant
severed head of state
masters of disasters
with jingo and jargon
juggling with our jugulers
the iron lady cried
the people came to see
the rust blow down the street
morbid crowd

love is not your parents lies
it's a myth that they create
true expression you're denied
in their "love" it has no place
love is not your parents lies
do they really care for you
why then must they hide behind
duty and guilt that smothers you
love is not your parents lies
strung up by hostility
never doubt that they're so kind
it's a sordid parody
love is not your parents lies
blackmail keeps you in your place
you can struggle you can try
but they won't see your real face
love is not your parents lies
but you dare not face this fact
their pretence at paradise
keeps you down and holds you back
love is not your parents lies
smash the myth of unquestioned love
it's a role they hide behind
dumb pretence is not enough

transatlantic titanic freakshout, radio schizo
new empire's devouring old, radio schizo
the one's called sane wanna self destruct, radio schizo
peoples caught in poison webs, radio schizo
chains their brains to the media mains, radio schizo
fabel and label make your tower of babel, radio schizo

as you walk out of the valium of death
a sad feeling limps around your brain
funny farmers sowing seeds of discontent
pumping nerve gas around unfeeling veins
war junkies perish in the wreckage of their brains
mindward earthlings seek to change our path
stench crawling over the snow
bilious bodies terrorized by fastfood sugar demons
unhappy nuclear bomb-doubt families
meltdown in the melting tin pot boilers
another crutch splinters and snaps
time to heal the split atoms now
happy farm

smash cash smash trash
not long now to the sub-teen revolution
the winding up's gone on too long
babies bite back
alice crucifies the paedophiles

v stone the crows and fuck the pigs and pass the ammunition to jesus
the holy ghost in mohawk hair has crept in every fucking where
ten tons of the babes foreskin and fifty-thousand skeletons of jesus
army of jesus
tho' the world ate all your shits they're still allowed to starve
the turin shroud can't cover up your evil-smelling cloud
deliver us from jesus, forever and ever, bloody amen

1902 inside a British concentration camp
where 20,000 Dutchmen, including children die
Do you feel any pity for these murdered men and women
who died at the hand of the British Empire
Victims they may have been, but innocent they were not
they were murderers just the same, with their own code of hate
These Dutchmen carried rifles
went out hunting on horseback delighting in the slaughter of a bigger kind of prey
taking part in the latest wave of genocide they found killing Zulus much more fun than any other game
Victims they may have been, but innocent they were not
they were murderers just the same with their own code of hate
These Zulu warriors felt so proud
of all the suffering they had caused
driven to a frenzy by the death hate of tribal wars
bound up by their own morals
their own bigotry and lies and shit
it's just the same in Northern Ireland, Poland and Afghanistan
they're just fighting for the right
to enforce their own oppression through the bigotry and blindness of their moral law