Cherry Knowle

Colorado Joe/Leningrad Vlad
His name is Mexico Dave, he can steal and he can slave
In his third world debt that's as much as he can get.
USA Ray has a war on reds In his sick society rage, that rage never ends.
USSR, USA, they're so gay.
His name is Afghanistan Sam, has every right to free his land.
Idaho Joe in South America, this is different, this is America.
Too near his Texas home, it's no place for young Chuck to grow.
Vladimir has a cause of his own, strategic missile, strategic home.

Animal Day
There are thousands dance to the atrocity of the wartime blues.
He thinks it's a shit dance but he likes the war and romance.
Animal day, send me to war. Me and the boxer.
Animal day, send me to war, then make a charity.
He has a thing about pretty things and the machines of history.
He lives in a little black box in the midst of obscurity.
All the censored things, the terminal disease,
The filth and obscenity, running the charities
And all the pretty things feeding our memory.

This Land
Your swastika's and shiny boots are the tools that you use.
How much more stupid can you be, waving your flags in front of me?
We are this land, this land I can't understand.
We are all this land, this land.
We are all face to face. No master race, we've seen it all.
It's all there in black and white, it's not always right that right is right.
A doctrine that divides relies on national pride. Let sleeping dogs lie, an eye for an eye...

Discipline
I've seen people turn to God, their discipline is praising the Lord
I've seen people go off to war, getting discipline and needing more
I've seen people junk up in the street, their discipline is needle speak
I've seen many things in my time, I haven't seen water turn to wine.
We all live like dogs, our disciplines are laws.
Discipline on TV screen, ensures the persistence of the mainstream dream.
Do what you like, because I'll never ask why? I value my own life.
I've seen people turn to crime, their discipline is what's mine.
I've seen people walk in line, their discipline were right wing minds.
I will remember you, disciplines are our laws...

Postwar Product of a Fat Man's Wallet
A post war product of a fat man's wallet
You would like to invite her but she never goes.
She painted pictures on her walls, had friends to tea.
She liked her room, she could make it warm.
She had a good cause and liked what it was she was fighting for
She was a post war child with a fat man's money and a fat man's smile.
And she sat and you were on her mind
But she'd been sitting there for such a long long time.
Her wedding day would've turned out fine
She would have seen it through the wine
Subjected by Sunday afternoon, she was happy, whistling a wedding tune.
She was a walking, talking grown up postwar child
And she sat and you were on her mind...

Cabbage Case
Dirty man, dead disease, have a real cool time
Lilly livered son of a ritual gun, cattle for slaughter
Low life hell, it's all in vein and all's not well
Inject me life, inject me anything at anytime
And you fix a smile, it's something new
And you would sell your fucking soul to have just one more
Inject a smile, you'll be dead in a little while
Terraced slum filth dwellings fall, lead in air stunts our fall
Self inflicted self disgrace, sentenced to an armchair death in outer space
Cabbage case, squalid little being in an attic mess
And you will steal my fucking life to have a good time
I will walk a million miles just to see something truly obscene
To see a man dead on his feet, to see a woman in junk shop street.

Right Reverend
Here comes the right Reverend Jack
His fetish is deathly white and pure, like some official English rose
God be by your side, God be in your life
Right Reverend Jack, jack up your life...
While we gulp down the television war, pissing napalm to the masses
Jesus Christ, Jesus wept
A regular guy in regular ways
A gospel fuck in a fucking big truck, a bastard gone gasser
Mr. Circumfuck abound the head
Pissing napalm to my brother Fred while sister messian gives in
A war over North Vietnam, where he likes to play Uncle Sam
He won't be seeing you again
Here comes the warning light, wake up, it's time to fight
Reverend Jack will understand...

Alright Jack
We adhere to Alright Jack To the rich and the thin and the meaningless ideas
And there on your back is Alright Jack
He doesn't care about warfare, he must be safe
We adhere to the idea of Mr. Sincere,
And we adhere to all he holds dear, but all the things that he holds he owns
We reason why? It's Mr. Jones again and again that will always win
For if we adhere to Alright Jack that patriotic smile will win by miles.

Sublime
He likes to walk on water and walk on pastures green
Breathe life into your dying daughter, give sight to those who've never seen
Do you believe in righteous causes?
Do you believe in Holy War?
Do you believe in Armageddon?
Do you believe in anything?
It's all sublime, it's all sublime
In this world where we live, I can do no more than this
And in this world where we live, I can do no more
He'd like to live forever and say all there is to say
He'd like to make a million, and give it all away...
Do you believe in ideal causes, direct fate, holy wedlock, welfare state, revolution, absolution, etc.