Blues For Ceaucescu [Only Solution Mix]

{"This is Bucharest, Radio Romania International."}
{"The only solution is another revolution."}
{"The sexual revolution, like any revolution, is claiming victims."}
{"The only solution is another revolution."}

He's shining brightly, he can't be a man / He is the genius of the Carpathians
He's running checks on his mother's womb / He's gonna be reborn real soon

Goodbye!
{"Ciao, Ceaucescu!"}
{"The only solution is another revolution."}

Oh golly gee, oh my gosh, I never
Regina, Regina rubs her thighs together
She made three wishes and they all came true
The middle one ended with a "w"

Goodbye!

{"I almost wish we could get over here for a recording session."}

Your sweet heart / Sing the leader / Open my eyes / It's no secret
You'll feel better if you cry / Wait waitin' for the blue bird
that sometimes come / so lay your head down / and grow up
{"The sexual revolution, like any revolution, is claiming victims."}
Your sweet heart

Goodbye!

{"The only solution is another revolution."}
{"Ciao, Ceaucescu!"}
{"This is Bucharest, Radio Romania International."}
{"Ciao, Ceaucescu!"}

Meanwhile, in London things stay the same / The untenable must be maintained
Who's that knocking down my back door?
It's the same bald-headed, bug-eyed male whore

Goodbye!


Only Losers Take The Bus [Dump The Dead]

Up there ahead is a backstreet where they dump the dead
Maybe you could get out there, stretch those legs and get some air

I'm born again in hail and flames (Goldrush almighty!)
Go tell it loud to all my slaves (Goldrush almighty!)
You scum don't have the fear of God
All that's left is the iron rod (Goldrush almighty!)

Let's go down, kiss the plough / Public system, burn down!
and let memory fade--nothing is wrong!

Only losers take the bus

Churchill was a shopping bag (Goldrush almighty!)
Can you draw the Chinese flag? (Goldrush almighty!)
It's three blue lines and six dahlias
Paris is in india (Goldrush almighty!)

Let's go down on my friends / All alone we descend
Plastic food, TV / Take your eyes offa me!

Only losers take the bus

{"Fuck you!"}

And we cry out with joy as we drive through the rain
and our enemies claw from every goddamned side!

Only losers take the bus / Only losers take the bus
Only losers take the bus / Only losers, only losers, only losers take the bus
I'm no loser, i'm a letch! {"Fuck you!"} / God made me a letch! {"Fuck you!"}
Understand!  I'm not one of them, I'm not one of them... {"Fuck you!"}


Stigmata

Stronger than reason / Stronger than lies
The only truth I know is the look in your eyes
Your eyes

Just like a car crash / Just like a knife
My favorite weapon is the look in your eyes
Mine!  It's mine!  Get off mine!  Get off mine!

Chewing on glass and eating my fingers
I'm not the one who has run out of lies
Run out of lies....

Cutting my face and walking on splinters
I lost my soul to the look in your eyes
Run out of lies....

All we ever [???] was....


Shiny Happy People

{"Ha ha ha, that's disgusting!"}
Here we fuckin' go!

Bring out your dead , bring out your dead
We're gonna make 'em dance, give 'em cold cold head
Fill' em full of whisky, it'll bring 'em back to life
Just as well, I like 'em nice and tight
Streetlight flashing like the greatest little disco
Whimbo, belch-o, slam-bo, fist-o
Grant raid is coming your way

Meet me in the crowd, I'll be yelling out loud
with a dick in every yard, this'll pummel them around
with a 6-6-6 and a do-what-thou-wilt
though no body fluids are gonna be spilt
You look like the type who likes to suck a big pipe
Tonight could be your night if you play your cards right

Shiny happy people holding hands
Yes, that is correct, that's what we are seeing
Shiny happy people holding hands
{"Go fuck yourself!"}

Mummy , when you shoot up, dear,
do not spew up, dear, in baby's face here
Give him a few beers to dry his wee tears
and if his dad hears, he'll fuck you both, dear

Zeebrugge, '87, mass murder
Campaign contribution that goes no further
Innocent people lost their lives for the killer's profit and another five
Give a government by well-spanked dumb closet queens {"Masturbate,
masturbate."} making it a crime to be gay

{Shiny happy people holding hands}
{Shiny happy people holding hands}
{"Go fuck yourself!"}

Fuck your nuclear family / Fuck your capital advertising
Fuck your show business / Most of all fuck your show business

{Shiny happy people holding hands}
{Shiny happy people holding hands}
I must be blind, I can't see them
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
{"Masturbate, masturbate"}


Hive

Do you think they could see us in this base circumstance
You with blood on your knees and me with my hand down your pants?

If a lad wears a dress then will George want his sex?
As his explorers buy butt sex operation, decision time's come

At the end of our useful lives
We're out of the hive / We must be groovin'
We're out of the hive / in the land of the black and white minstrels

What do you call him, boyfriend or flat bone?
He's a sensitive artist / Come on, let's leave him alone

You've got to watch the blind / I said you've got to watch the blind
On the day of the morning festival / The bleakest afternoon of the season
All drones everywhere arise from mildewed states of unconsciousness
and go to celebrate their condition in the abandoned village greens
where the fairground is down
with its revolving towers of burning colored lights
and its roaring tin can music, its people and fumes
Drunks stagger everywhere
and paw each other in the half-light at the edge of the confusion

Out of the hive
We must be groovin'
We're out of the hive
We're out of the hive
We're out of the hive now
We might as well come and die
We're out of the hive
in the land of the black and white minstrels
Hallelujah!

Do you think they can see us?  Oh, I do hope they can
They can do me a favor and bury you where you stand!


Behind The Moon

Green bed of bottles, open to the sky
Bare head of drunk man, the beads of sweat go dry
He says he's sorry, tender as a lamb
she says, "go", meaning, "stay", meaning, "You have to pay"

Behind the moon / In the dead zone
In the darkness where lovers all are blind

Sources of light in this land of the dead
are electric shocks and blows to the head
The silence broken by his voice alone
saying, "yes", meaning, "no", as he tears down their home

Behind the moon / In the dead zone
I'll still be calling, calling out for you
Behind the moon, when all hope has gone
Well, what else would you have me do?

Green bed of bottles
Green bed of bottles and bottles and...

 


 

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