Early Singles and B-sides

Suicide Alley
Motown Junk
Sorrow 16
We Her Majesty's Prisoners
Starlover
Ain't Going Down
R. P. McMurphy
Bored Out of My Mind
Suicide Is Painless
Never Want Again
Dead Yankee Drawl
Hibernation
Patrick Bateman
Us Against You
Donkeys
Comfort Comes
Are Mothers Saints
Charles Windsor
Sculpture of Man
Too Cold Here
Love Torn Us Under
Mr Carbohydrate
Dead Passive
Dead Trees and Traffic Islands
Bright Eyes
Hanging on
Black Garden
No-one Knows What It's Like to Be Me
Sepia
First Republic

Suicide Alley
 
I'm going down to Suicide Alley
'Cos the air I breathe tastes better down there
I'm going down to Suicide Alley
'Cos it seems as if it's the only place for me
 
And I'm going down to Suicide Alley
Where you can't get at me
And I'm going down to Suicide Alley
Where I can be what I want to be
 
You won't eat away at my mind
With your ideas of dencency
I'll be in Suicide Alley
Being who and what I want to be

 
Motown Junk
 
Never ever wanted to be with you
All you ever gave me was the boredom I suffocate in
Adrift in cheap dreams don't stop the rain
Numbed out in piss towns just wanna dig their graves
 
Motown, Motown Junk
I laughed when Lennon got shot
21 years of living and nothing means anything to me
Motown Junk a lifetime of slavery
 
Songs of love echo underclass betrayal
Stops your heart beating for 168 seconds
Stops your brain thinking for 168 seconds
 
I don't want cos I just get
All you slut heroes offer is a fear of the future
Past made useless cos I'm dying now
Communal tyranny a jail that bleeds our wrists
 
Motown, Motown Junk
I laughed when Lennon got shot
21 years of living and nothing means anything to me
Motown Junk a lifetime of slavery
 
Songs of love echo underclass betrayal
Stops your heart beating for 168 seconds
Stops your brain thinking for 168 seconds
 

Sorrow 16
 
Cut your hair in front of businessmen
Kill yourself and censor health
Destroy words and ignore their truth
Wanna die and have never worked
 
I feel like falling
I feel like falling
I can't feel, no need to care
Narcotic of ambition poisoned my air
Wearing hate like you wear money
Spitting out Perrier and sucking down Vodka
Oh the road is beautiful
You live stoned on obedience
Your vanity kills people
Paint your ego in blood
 
The wall is a reason for you to believe
There's too many numbers for us to sleep
The wall is a reason for you to believe
There's too many numbers for us to sleep
 

We Her Majesty's Prisoners
 
Jewels drip red and I don't sound proud
Treason is ambition I want dead procession
All we got unholy leftovers of a compromise
Leaving us like butterflies trapped in frost
England's glory lives on in worldwide genocide
So celebrate Buchenwald as Her Majesty's heir
Now an obsolete face on a currency of illusion
No matter what we own we can't buy freedom
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Throw myself against you cos you ain't frail
Underneath silk riches sixty six million giving slaves
This needle of religions gonna rust my skin
Tear out and exit obeyance of created sin
Faces pressed onto gates of anniversary torture
Without these fake images we'd never bow down
Don't need this history but we still accept
Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
 

Starlover
 
Paint your lips, things fall apart
Flowers of hate caress my skin
Spend my time sucked up inside
Mutilation kick of all you believe in
 
Starlover you're just a souvenir
Starlover you're just another prayer
Starlover oh you touch me so
Feel like faces without kisses
 
Sterile wants spin in my head
Don't need culture, I spit it out
Twist and fall, wounds don't choke
Piss on records, wanna see you dead
 
A body voice born under torture
Leper cult disciples of a still born Christ
I worship stone so lance my eyes
Miles apart from anyone
Soma airwaves of killing oxygen
We queue consuming anything
Hate all songs
Aesthetic slavery now
 
Starlover you're just a souvenir
Starlover you're just another prayer
Starlover oh you touch me so
A body voice born under torture
 

Ain't Going Down
 
Praying that you'll fall soon
And your futile sex will break in two
We brought you sensitivity and you never knew
No we ain't goin' down
No we ain't goin' down
I get down to nothing and jumble up again
When your injection is just too good to end
When the summer's gone you know it's dead
No we ain't goin' down
No we ain't goin' down
 

R. P. McMurphy
 
Straight jacket your own beauty
Because it's just a breakdown away
From the gutter to the jewel
A symbol sold in investment days
Defenceless as the pages you burn
A baby drowning under a profit curve
Money bruises the skin at birth
 
I just wanna lie down in my bed
Make myself different from the rest
Use a thought to put myself to sleep
Collapsing in the fields where it feels free
Where it feels free
R.P. McMurphy
No more pills and no more drugs
 
This country pisses debris
Like ugly people made pretty
Underneath cheap make-up
Deformed, disguised mind decay
Buy, consume, get more credit
Learn to serve a life sentence here
Style yourself in sterility
 
I just wanna lie down in my bed
Make myself different from the rest
Use a thought to put myself to sleep
Collapsing in the fields where it feels free
Where it feels free
R.P. McMurphy
No more pills and no more drugs
 

Bored Out of My Mind
 
I'm...I'm feeling too awake
I'm...I'm tired of what I see
Everybody's dreaming running for the scream
The medias stinking drunk nothing is at stake
 
All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprosy
Words choked on my lies
Reapeating love till they cry
All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprocy
I'm bored out of my mind
And I'm too stoned lazy to see
 
The sun...the sun is leaving me
I can't...see it anymore
I tried everything to get along with you
The nights too lonesome when the heat dosen't care
 
All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprocy
Words choked on my lies
Repeating love till they cry
All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprocy
I'm bored out of my mind
I'm too stoned lazy to see
 

Suicide Is Painless
 
Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see that...
 
Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
 
The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
So this is all I have to say...
 
Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
 
The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger
Watch it grin...
 
Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
 
A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
"Is it to be or not to be?"
And I replied, "Oh why ask me?"
 
Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
And you can do the same thing if you please
 

Never Want Again
 
I'm feeling sick with alcohol
I'm feeling numb with stupid pain
I smelt death all around our name
I feel the snakes crawling upon my skin
Everywhere, everywhere is on it's knees
I'm too scared and I'm too afraid
 
We'll go down, we'll go down together
And meet a few of you in hell
Burn on by our side and never want again
 
I get told I should be happy
I got no rights on how I feel
I lost my language easily
I saw the rain bleaching my way
My gut gets sick of all it's lies
Thrown all hope way outside
 

Dead Yankee Drawl
 
Bill and Ted and Wayne's World drawl
Just another dull fucking bore
Vietnam's cool now even Superman's believed
Hussein still in power as the media war retreats
Suck your honey until you choke
You are a mechanism of social control
Multi-national aim of a one world culture
Turning one dollar into another and another
 
Dead Yankee Drawl hey we got your beat
Dead Yankee Drawl hey we love Oscar
 
Smothering injustice seen through starving eyes
Tearing down forests just to earn a buck
Killed off literature for sex and violence
Feed a generation the equivalent of silence
Dragged Jack down to self same bigotry
Passive acceptance of a consumer society
Fake sentiments tying up contracts
Making idols of guitars and haircuts
Multi-national aim of a one world culture
Turning one dollar into another and another
 
Dead Yankee Drawl hey we got your beat
Dead Yankee Drawl hey we love Oscar
 
Smothering injustice seen through Red Indian Eyes
Silent race war of Hollywood lies
Lets go down to Greenwich Village and desecrate
The Noraid slogans that justify 6 counties hate
Lets go down Redondo beach and wax body company
Cos reality for T.V. is Disney not King, Rodney
Lets go down to Indiana Youth Centre quickly
Tyson's money ain't as free as Junior Kennedy's
Dead Yankee Dead Yankee Dead Yankee Drawl
 

Hibernation
 
I got married cos you should
we both knew we should
you do at our age
this stage of our career
things get tight
a ring helps get a mortgage
to move out of daddy's home
get a bigger car
easy access to the city
I can read the papers in peace
and laugh at the homeless
I know my friends criticize
but we get by ok
so what if theres no emotion
we can wake up anywhere
there's never a row
no time for a kiss
when you've got schedules to meet
trivialities seem so cheap
this is above love
this is more than real
this is all there is
this is as good as it gets-
intense morality parades (and rates?)
 

Patrick Bateman
 
He's a real cool guy and he's a hero of mine
Travis, Rhinehart rolled into one cute son
Less than zero a grotesque nightmare
Subtlely disturbing like normal behaviour
I understand nothing and I cannot speak
I'd walk in the park but the trees are diseased
No sweetheart and I am too confused
I only love my watch and my snakeskin shoes
I feel so small in the supermarket queue
People seem to laugh at my choice of food
My personality is held together with sellotape
A loose fit just like a numb junkies hate
I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much harder to cover up
I lack the thought to care about politics
Just do what I like ain't that democratic
Genesis, Huey Lewis, Filofax, CD5
A backdrop to discuss over expensive wine
Didn't even know when or why I should stop
I feel so stupid like a joke that belongs
I guess all psychos are made out of money
I cannot be saved as liberals keep telling me
I don't wanna be understood I just wanna kill
Out of blandness I am your everyday thrill
Patrick Bateman
We are babies crippled in christ
Patrick Bateman
Therefore I must be God
I must, I must be God
I touched your lips but now I just paint
Surface reflection all I desired babe
I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone
I am a crime everybody has at home
Papers hate me but they need my behaviour
The dignity amongst Hollywood trivia
Escape is so cheap of alcohol and whores
Mines the sanity of exclusive gun laws
Art critics say porno's easily obscene
Late Show retards Dice Clay is true poetry
They've never tried living underneath the water
That's real end of the century nausea
Patrick Bateman
We are babies crippled in christ
Patrick Bateman
Therefore I must be God
I must, I must be God
Patrick Bateman
We are babies crippled in christ
Patrick Bateman
I fucked God up the ass
I fucked God up the ass
Patrick Bateman
Patrick Bateman
Patrick Bateman
Patrick Bateman
 

Us Against You
 
From journalist to video to channel 4 t.v.
my life is fulfilled so adequately
I love my dealer and I travel the world
from freelance to new dance
and I expect on the world I am
from cantonese food to fashionable friends
the list of invites never seems to end
so bomb London and it's MPs
John Major Virginia Bottomley
so bomb London its music and its culture
acidic wit, beauty and charm
it dosen't take much to twist my arm
free trip free drink it all goes down so so well
maybe a Sunday supplement will come up soon
a documentary on censorship sounds real cool
its easy to see that I went to public school
so bomb London and its MPs
John Major Virginia Bottomley
bomb London its music and its culture
so bomb London and its magazine
time-out face and i.d.
bomb London its music and its culture
you ain't ever been a racist
but Tyson was guilty, man
he was guilty
 

Donkeys
 
put some lipstick on
at least your lies will be pretty
a shadow on my face
and us donkeys wake up weary
sweating sickly donkeys don't allow their tears
no emotion never feel and drown themselves in whatever
find some meaning donkeys weight cracking a spire
sweetness bent double whole days making polite
never moving out of turn or ever trying to be natural
those with silence inside eyes bare piss holes in the snow
drained and burnt yellow and sunk in self-pity
jerusalem saw off donkeys are only left with lies
 

Comfort Comes
 
Need someone to nurse me
Reach out for the first person I see
Comforts the helpless sole vanity
Caressing the broken heart of me
 
The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for emnity's saddest glare
 
I wish someone would hold me
Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody
Comfort comes and ease me till the morning
Whispered words of sanctuary
 
Forgetting how I hate self-pity blonde
Comfort comes and smooths it over
Calloused hands turn a beautiful dress
Handcuffs now pearl bracelets
 

Are Mothers Saints
 
If piss is yellow, than life must be grey
How come they smile when we throw it away
And if it is a color than it must be sin
And you want to appologize but keep it all in
 
Why worship a god when a mother is a saint
Why worship stone
They give life and take it back
Spit you out but understand
 
And when their arms are dead how do they sigh
As gentle as the winter that fades by
And some kind of angel appears in their eyes
Or is it just the devil screaming inside
 
Why give into useless devotion
Truth and beauty, love and hate, mother and God
They give life and take it back
Spit you out but understand
Stay silent when you want to shout
Give when we piss it away
 

Charles Windsor
 
Charles Windsor who's at the door
At such an hour who's at the door
In the back of an old green cortina
You're on your way to the guillotine
 
Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop off your head
 
Hundreds of bound big business men
Hacks from "the sun", military men
So many rich men weep in despair
On and on into Trafalgar square
 
Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop off your head
 
These once peaceful streets
The scenes of revenge you had not wished to see
Revenge is sweet to those who have never known anything sweet
 
Here the rabble come
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop off your head
 

Sculpture of Man
 
War censored, no blood on TV
Cheap entertainment
Sold like a new deodorant, world war three
A Sega dreamland, I'd take a whore to the funeral
 
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
 
Jesus desnceds, Dachau his father
Flanders is a corpse under flowers
There's more art in Burger King
Than the British museum today
 
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
 
Wills and Harry, dressed in drag
Standing over the
Sodomised body of their mother
Would make a beautiful poster in Athena
 
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
 

Too Cold Here
 
Born in burial gowns, we say sex slowly
You soon wish you couldn't see at all
Tortured in the mind, six voices alone
Futile gestures and motionless groans
Everyone asks what's wrong, but what's right?
And a cute line makes everything uptight
To kill your dream before it's considered
To live in silence in this closet no vision
 
It's easier to make love to a stranger than to ask a friend to call
Suspicion knows nothing and is known for not much at all, much at all
 
Too cold here, ten years of bleeding inside
Always looked for walls to lean beside
Too cold here, ten years of bleeding, it's ice
Always looked for shade to cover your eyes
 
Self pity itself is so shallow
i am so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone
Whisky my coral, my piece of mind
Hello Mr. Simpson you can clean my soul
Wake up sighing, mass for for the bleeding
Never share sadness mine a man prays painless
Coalescing mind, I hid in rooms,
Cannot give anything and never could
 
Prison it's only four walls but sometimes
the mind is the smallest prison of all,
I fear in there, I burn, I veer,
as a boy without touch feels
through his fall, through his fall.
 
too cold here, ten years of bleeding inside,
always looked for walls, to lean beside,
too cold here, ten years of bleeding, it's ice
always looked for shade, too cover your eyes.
 

Love Torn Us Under
 
Everything's moving as you climb up the walls
(Heaven's wearing as you climb on the walls?)
Asleep I daydreamed I could change it all
Running from smething too painful to face
Epitaphs torn into bare foot soiled feet
 
Ecstacy's columns decay in to night
Underneath hope she loves sedatives (sadder to?) die
Wasting my time on the shackles of her love
At night complete love's torn us under
Love is dragging me under
Betray my other self
The lost hours are over
 
Gentlemens left me, a cataracts past life
Searching for something I'm unable to find
To weak to render a sorrows daily grind
I find too much grief in her chest and her eyes
 
Memory cannot choose where it wants to be
Love this sex, true pity as mangled sheets
The tenderness that climbs in the mind
At night complete love's torn us under, love is dragging me under
Betray my other self, the lost hours are over
 

Mr Carbohydrate
 
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
It's the only thing I can digest
Then I focus a general disinterest
Must catch up with all this stuff
 
They call me a boring fuckhead
Say I might as well work in a bank
I tell them I wish I was
They tell me that I'm sick in the head
They say that I'm sick in the head
 
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
They call me Mr. Inadequate
They call me Mr. Paranoia
Thay call me Mr. Hypochondria
 
Have you heard of Matthew Maynard
He's my favorate cricketer
I would rather watch him play than pick up my guitar
Than pick up my guitar
 
People tell me I should get out more
But the TV is my best friend
Cynicism is the only thing that keeps me sane
Only thing that keeps me sane
 
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
They call me Mr. Inadequate
They call me Mr. Paranoia
They call me Mr. Hypochondria
 
Sometimes I just give in to it
And think about the day
When I can retire -
Forget everything
I'll forgive everything
Forget everything
Forever, but not today
When I cannot, cannot see
No more yesterdays
No more yesterdays
 

Dead Passive
 
She's so passive but she's looking good
He's so passive but he's looking good
They are together but really they're apart
They are together but do not belong
But do not belong
 
Yes ladies, and gentlemen, let's fall asleep to a plastic lullaby
The ballad of Katie and Johnny
The ballad of Adam and Naomi
The ballad of Michael and Helena
The ballad is forever changing
 
She's so passive but happy in her way
He's so passive but happy in his way
They do not think but sit and they pretend
They sit around and pray for it to end
Pray for it to end
 
Yes ladies, and gentlemen, let's fall asleep to a plastic lullaby
The ballad of Katie and Johnny
The ballad of Adam and Naomi
The ballad of Hugh and Elizabeth
The ballad is forever changing
 
I'm so passive
Hopeless fucking mess
We're so passive do our bit for charity
From Bosnia to London we do it all for free
We do it all for free
 

Dead Trees and Traffic Islands
 
Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral ugly decay
Silent fear seems to help me now
The sunshine it fades away
Symbols have now disappeared
How could this happen to me?
How could this happen to me?
 
But now, I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands
never need
Is this
Is this my defeat
Expected to forget in our
Dead trees and traffic islands
 
Tolerance slips away
Body shrugs his eyes hollow once more
Hate the walls within my mind
Clandestine brave finish period
Lips still cryin such a sound
I show little defense
 
But now I feel so weak
Dead Trees and Traffic Islands
never need
Is this
Is this my defeat
This purgatory for beginners
Dead Trees and Traffic Islands
 

Bright Eyes
 
(Mike Batt)
 
Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?
 
There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?
 
Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
 
Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?
 
There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
And where do you start,
Oh, oh, into the dark.
 
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
bright eyes.
 
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
 

Hanging on
 
Hold me down
I don't ever want to see the day
When my time will come
Is it ever gonna end
 
I'm not sure
(The wish that lasted the year ?)
Where do we go now
Another blackout
 
Hanging on to nothing, hanging on to nothing
Hanging on to nothing, hanging on to nothing
 
I'm not real
But I'd like to have a chance to feel
Before we reach the time
Is that what now is right
 
( I'm not sure ?)
( The wish that lasted the year ?)
Where do we go now
Another blackout
 
Hanging on to nothing (repeated x7)
 
Hanging on to nothing (repeated x7)
 
and nothing and nothing is nothing
 

Black Garden
 
There's a little part of me
There's a little part of you
Remember the feeling
of frozen embryo
 
There's a bigger part of me
There's a bigger part of you
Remember the place where
You don't want to go
 
Welcome into your own black garden
It's full of life but still too frightening
Can't open my eyes this whiteness blinds
All this whiteness blinds
 
Watch the swallows cloud the sky
Watch the swallows slowly die
I used to throw stones
But now I have none
 
Waiting to be bread in the black garden
Waiting to be muted and then chosen
White trash you're a swinger
Ugly to the end
Ugly to the end
 

No-one Knows What It's Like to Be Me
 
To all the people who've hurt me
To all the life that has left me
To all the longing that lost me
To all the future that scares me
 
To all the words that have drained me
To all the questions that bored me
To all the people that believed me
To all the money that blinded me
 
No one knows what it's like to be me
No one knows what it's like to be me
 
To all the skies that have reached me
To all the oceans that drowned me
To all the rain that has soothed me
To all the sun that depressed me
 
To all the people who lived in fear
To all the life that is held so dear
To all the empty souls who still despair
I know it's the same for everyone
 
No one knows what it's like to be me
No one knows what it's like to be me
Doctor, dentist, housewife and thief
No one knows what it's like to be me
 

Sepia
 
A framed adolescence,
Steeped in the history of you,
Stopped in there, so much for you,
Experience is lost on me,
I am melancholy eternally,
But I still smile so stupidly,
For the first time ever,
I don't understand my television,
 
And just like a moment in "Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kid",
I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film,
Bleeding inside I managed to keep it all in,
 
I've spoken so much rubbish,
Don't need no time at all,
Feelings are so fatal in the fall,
No you never kissed me,
Never felt anything for me,
Sepia thoughts deemed that I remember,
And they don't read in diaries
That I could never breathe, never breathe,
 

First Republic
 
You are so alone in
Kensington Palace
We should be content in
These damned terraces
Thank you for this view from
our council estates
I hope you have really
Guillotined your own head
 
I crown myself, myself a king,
And declare a first republic,
We wanna play, yes we wanna play,
In burnt out, palace ruins
 
You once gave us war
racism and slavery
cut out all our tongues
and fucked our industry
Now you've revealed something
You're human after all this
But let's clap our hands
And fuck our dear princess