KNOW YOUR ENEMY Found That Soul Show me a wonder You can't be sure of I exist in a place A self-made vacuum But still stranded here With all the scum So clean - so lost - so beautiful But I found that soul Yeah I found that home But I found that soul But I found that soul Yeah I found that now But I found that soul Not a subject Not a subject am I Sick and pale but Strangely alive Broken blood vessels Line my cheeks Reflections look bad And somehow unreal But I found that soul Yeah I found that home But I found that soul But I found that soul Yeah I found that now But I found that soul But I found that soul Yeah I found that home But I found that soul But I found that soul Yeah I found that now But I found that soul Show me a wonder Show me a wonder Show me a wonder Show me a wonder -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ocean Spray Me-totemo-utsukushi-i-desu-ne, Totemo-utsukushi-i-me-wo-shitemasu-ne * It's easy to see, it's easy to see To see only white where colour should be It's easy to feel, it's easy to feel But it's not good enough, even though it's real Oh, please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh, please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray It's easy to breathe, it's easy to grieve To breathe only air where life should be It's easy to laugh, it's easy to cry To cry so so hard that it can't be denied Oh, please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh, please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh, please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh, please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray * = ...eyes, so beautiful, you have such beautiful eyes... in Japanese -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Intravenous Agnostic Into a vein exhibit the derelict A secular mosaic distracted at birth A Cubist abstraction let it live forever Narcissim so lonely so live by the sea What a mess Cosmetic - polemic Distinguished by relics Destructive aesthetic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous Brutality is needed in capitalist society Television abandoned my very entity Nature failed me But then it made me We all pray for pluralist babies Cosmetic - polemic Distinguished by relics Destructive aesthetic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous Dismayed - dispossessed Life becomes Calvanist So sparkle and believe Linguistics die easily Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So Why So Sad Things get clear when I feel free When whatever next comes easily When gentle hands give life to me When your eyes fill with tiny tears When I'm this still you are my life (When I'm this still you are my life) So at ease in the midnight sky (So at ease in the midnight sky) But my insides will look like war (But my insides will look like war) Paralysed except through my thought So why so sad You live and you love So why so sad Dependent on above Searchin' for the dead sea scrolls So why, so why so sad My smile as real as a hyena's (My smile as real as a hyena's) Burns an expressway to my skull (Burns an expressway to my skull) But I'll stick myself together again Spirit so low I no longer pretend So why so sad You live and you love So why so sad Dependent on above Searchin' for the dead sea scrolls So why, so why so sad So why so sad You live and you love So why so sad Dependent on above Searchin' for the dead sea scrolls So why, so why so sad So why, so why so sad So why, so why so sad So why, so why so sad -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Let Robeson Sing Where are you now? Broken up or still around? The CIA says you're a guilty man Will we see the likes of you again? Can anyone make a difference anymore? Can anyone write a protest song? Pinky lefty revolutionary Burnt at the stake for A voice so pure - a vision so clear I've gotta learn to live like you Learn to sing like you Went to Cuba to meet Castro Never got past sleepy Moscow A giant man with a heavenly voice MK Ultra turned you paranoid No passport 'til 1958 McCarthy poisoned through with hate Liberty lost still buried today Beneath the lie of the USA Say what you want Say what you want A voice so pure - a vision so clear I've gotta learn to live like you Learn to sing like you Now let the Freedom Train come zooming down the track Gleaming in the sunlight for white and black Not stopping at no stations marked colored nor white Just stopping in the fields in the broad daylight Stopping in the country in the wide open air Where there never was a Jim Crow sign nowhere And no lilly-white committees, politicians of note Nor poll tax layer through which colored can't vote And there won't be no kinda color lines The Freedom Train will be yours And mine A voice so pure - a vision so clear I've gotta learn to live like you Learn to sing like you Sing it loud, sing it proud I will be heard, I will be found Sing it loud, sing it proud I will be heard, I will be found -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Year Of Purification Detoxification Purification The ravaged corner Cold and embittered Run away - run away as fast as you can From anything that needs discipline The year of purification The year of purification Deification Depopulation Crescendo of craving Sullen and distorted Run away - run away as fast as you can From anything that needs discipline The year of purification The year of The year of purification The year of purification What have I said? What have I said again? I regret everything Moral little shit-kickers Liberal asinine pricks Run away - run away as fast as you can From anything that needs discipline The year of purification The year of The year of purification The year of purification -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wattsville Blues I got the Wattsville blues I got nothing to lose now baby I got the Wattsville blues I got nothing to lose now baby Time is going on Time is leaving me I got the Wattsville blues I got the Wattsville blues now baby But I still love the smile on your face But I still love the sense of this place I'm so happy I know I can never leave Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds I got the Wattsville blues I got nothing to lose now baby I got the Wattsville blues I got nothing to lose Time is going on And time is killing me I got the Wattsville blues I got the Wattsville blues now baby But I still love the smile on your face But I still love everything about this place I'm so happy I know I can never leave There's a part of me that will never leave But I still love But I still love But I still love the smile on your face But I still love the everything about this place I'm so happy I know I can never leave Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds I got the Wattsville blues I got nothing to lose now baby I got the Wattsville blues now baby Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Wattsville blues Wattsville blues Don't want no friends Don't want no friends Don't want no Don't want no Don't want no friends Don't want useless fuckers knocking at my door Poxy fucking assholes following me Don't you understand that I fucking despise Every single living organism? I'm dead -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Miss Europa Disco Dancer Miss Europa disco dancer Feel the drug of your persona Miss Europa disco dancer I'm in heaven when I see ya Miss Europa disco dancer Favourite son and favourite daughter Miss Europa disco dancer Suck - suck - suck up all of your power So serene, the world turns blue Heads are spinning - it feels so good It's poetry, sheer poetry The way you destroy your beauty Miss Europa disco dancer Brutaly becomes a no hoper Miss Europa disco dancer Had your luck and had your chances Miss Europa disco dancer I never reached the supernova Miss Europa disco dancer Wake up drunk and then fall over So messed up, the world turns grey All washed up with debts to pay It's agony, sheer agony The way your life just fades away So serene, the world turns blue Heads are spinning - it feels so good It's poetry, sheer poetry The way you destroy your beauty So messed up, the world turns grey All washed up with debts to pay It's agony, sheer agony The way your life just fades away Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers Braindead motherfuckers -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dead Martyrs Dead martyrs All stigmartys Dead heroes For fear of zeroes Dead martyrs Always take it further Dead heroes Know no fear Living for some happiness Find nothing that satisfies Had a beginning but it got no end Got no future Just dead stars for dead eyes Got no future Just dead stars for dead eyes Got no future Dead stars are always the blackest Dead heroes the living empty Dead martyrs hang on forever Dead martyrs always take it further Living for some happiness Find nothing that satisfies Had a beginning but it got no end Got no future Just dead stars for dead eyes Got no future Just dead stars for dead eyes Got no future Got no future Just dead stars for dead eyes Got no future Just dead stars for dead eyes Got no future -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His Last Painting The nothing in me The apostle in me No interpretation For the heart of me I can't see right from my wrong I've loved so much that I can't go on It's not my life anymore Don't speak the truth anymore All of the hope and the dreams Ripped right open at the seams I can't see right from my wrong I've loved so much that I can't go on Seems like I've lost myself To everybody and everything else I've lied again today People laugh at it all the time I can't see right from my wrong I've loved so much that I can't go on It's not my life anymore Don't speak the truth anymore All of the hope and the dreams Ripped right open at the seams I can't see right from my wrong I've loved so much that I can't go on The nothing in me The nothing in me The apostle in me No interpretation For the heart in me The nothing in me The apostle in me The nothing in me The apostle in me The nothing in me -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My Guernica I'm small and I'm tired I'm blurred to bits and wired I'm nothing in this universe Nothing but pieces of dust Appearing in more repeats The mirror man has seen defeat Hide away, be old and grey Alfred J. Prufrock would be proud of me Keep it together - hold it together Keep it together - together Little someone in my own little Guernica Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question Little someone in my own little Guernica Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker Going now so happy and so loose Making bigger holes in my stomach Losing losing split down the middle With no end and no beginning I'm small and I'm tired I'm blurred to bits and wired I'm nothing in this universe Nothing but pieces of dust Keep it together - hold it together Keep it together - hold it together Little someone in my own little Guernica Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question Little someone in my own little Guernica Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker Keep it together - hold it together Keep it together - hold it together Little someone in my own little Guernica Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question Little someone in my own little Guernica Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker Ice-breaker Ice-breaker Ice-breaker Hello -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Convalescent My bedroom wall recalls what's in my head A collage constructed and constantly fed Goya mixes Picasso but it's hardly Spain Look through the window, pissing down with rain Lovely labradors outnumber musicians Bonnie and Clyde have made their good intentions Pity poor Payne Stewart in a death bubble But what a swing and so much bottle So I convalesce and I ease the stress Cos DNA means does not accept So I convalesce and I ease the stress Cos DNA means does not accept Kleenex kitchen towels and teletext TV My favourite inventions of the twentieth century Haile Gebrselassie looks so sweet and young Eyes quickly shift to Jack Kevorkian Uneven and tidal all with exit policies Followed by anti-ballistic migraines And Brian Warner has a tasty little ass Scared of cash machines and the Mardi Gras So I convalesce and I ease the stress Cos DNA means does not accept So I convalesce and I ease the stress Cos DNA means does not accept Alberto Juanterino unique in his field These are the things that, that make you feel Klaus Kinski with love off Werner Herzog Scream until the war is over Scream until the war is over Srebrenica cousin of Treblinka Scream until the war is over War is over And Dante's Inferno slides into dismorphia So scream until the war is over So I convalesce and I ease the stress Cos DNA means does not accept So I rehabilitate and get my body straight Cos nothing fits like it used to fit -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Royal Correspondent You've been this way since school Dysfunctional, translucent Royalty on your wall So desperately mundane They're inbred baby just like you But you'd love the chance to eat their food Even though it has been chewed Royal correspondent Sad and lonely Royal correspondent Kills her daily Dream of the Daily Mail It is the Holy Grail And then the BBC Your life would be complete Build a fountain, wash away the poor Just as long as your motives are pure Hold on tight or you just might lose her Royal correspondent Wears their Sunday best Royal correspondent Smarter than the rest Royal correspondent Smarter than the rest Royal correspondent Smarter than the rest Royal correspondent Smarter than the rest Royal correspondent Smarter than the rest Smarter than the rest -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Epicentre We use ourselves like politicians For all the money and indecision - indecision Indecision Feels like there's no escape Except through my hate Second hand germ warfare Denied oxygen everywhere Like a stunned fox - with memory loss A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller It is my epicentre It is my epicentre Non-existent energy adrenalin my God Still clinging to the umbilical chord - umbilical chord I'm breaking and I'm shaking - so delete the feeling Beneath the real thing - delete the feeling - delete the feeling Like a stunned fox - with memory loss A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller It is my epicentre It is my epicentre I'm sleeping myself away Into the blurred life of yesterday I'm tip-tip-a-tapping tip-tip-a-tapping My nerves are destroyed Feels like there's no escape Except through my hate Second hand germ warfare Denied oxygen everywhere Like a stunned fox - with memory loss A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller This is my epicentre This is my epicentre You don't drink - you don't get high So make sure you take your medicine boy You don't drink - you don't get high So make sure you take your medicine boy This is my epicentre -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Baby Elian Blockades won't win you more votes A Cuban adjustment act Offer the world a dream Dress it up - it's blackmail Internal matter they say For two million dollars a day Maybe a future in film But Cuban boxers still win Kidnapped - to the promised land The Bay Of Pigs Or baby Elian Operation - Peter Pan America The Devil's playground Baby Elian Baby Elian Across the unfair divide Where black will never meet white So read my token lips As if they never exist You cannot buy a nation Not even Miami mob We follow a shining path That you will never destroy Kidnapped - to the promised land The Bay Of Pigs Or baby Elian Operation - Peter Pan America The Devil's playground You don't just sit in a rocking chair When you've built a revolution You don't just sit in a rocking chair When you've built a revolution Baby Elian Baby Elian -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Freedom Of Speech Won't Feed My Children Liberty, sweet liberty Charitable respectability Then pacifism killed us all For all the tourists on the Berlin wall So we protest about human rights Worship obesity as our birthright But freedom of speech won't feed my children Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing We love to kiss the Dalai Lama's ass Because he is such a holy man Free to eat and buy anything Free to fuck from Paris to Beijing Little boys with dangerous toys All bow down to the Beastie Boys But freedom of speech won't feed my children Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Royalty - hereditery - unelected and becalmed Just like Stalin, just like Stalin Human and useless Bomb the Chinese Embassy The west is free, oh the west is free Laugh at the hammer and sickle It is antique, oh it is antique And see the love in Richard Gere's eyes JS Pemberton saved our lives But freedom of speech won't feed my children Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We Are All Bourgeois Now* (Malcom Eden/Gary Baker/Timothy Gane/John Williamson) There's something wrong somewhere here So through unclean streets I made my way With holes in my shoes and my children asleep at my feet I paid my way In every town on the way The people looked grey the buildings looked healthy But one day I met a man With money to spare He said he would tell me how it is The State he began Has been propping up people to long For far to long We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered To make our way through the world But we are all bourgeois now Once there was class war But not any longer Because baby we are all bourgeois now So go out and make your way in the world We're free to choose We're all free to choose We're all free to choose We're free to choose In Booming Britain we all work together To raise ourselves in the world Each of us knows someone Who has done well for themselves So well for themselves "Thank you," I said as I left I'll be on my way, I see how it is We are all bourgeois now And somehow I'll raise myself through the world I'm free to choose We're all free to choose We're all free to choose I'm free to choose We're all bourgeois now We're all bourgeois now We're bourgeois now ALL LYRICS BY NICKY WIRE EXCEPT: 'OCEAN SPRAY'-James Dean Bradfield 'WE ARE ALL BOURGEOIS NOW' - (Malcom Eden/Gary Baker/Timothy Gane/John Williamson)
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