Popemobile To Paraguay  -  (4:28)
**Produced by Jerry Harrison**

The post- [margaret acension]

by the 
that can be so dramatic
variations in the temperature
so you can't recall which [????] or where

but the king of the [papist]
is a friend of the rapist
and they're upside-down
who's in [pictures squad?]
so escape from [sure defeat his burst arranged]

a man with your knowdledge of electrical goods
should not be condemned because he's misunderstood
trip from [??? to Rome] or to [acension]
in the clothes of the bishop then you'll [beat up in your own]

they may think we look stupid, but we're paying the rent
and we won't trade our fortress for [an indian tent]
and our colors of angel with the wings on the right
and we've soaked and we've [????] through this mystic life

eternal city firm and true
no naked crimson lights
constant like an anthrax bomb
on us like a knife

all of this must never die
Popemobile to Paraguay

It's been a while since you said hail
the CIA bred necrophile
[though ruskie led ???? ???] for now

ah, but the [slaps] in the millions
with their scrap heaps and children
must replace yourself Americans
some skulls to keep your Mafia
in the Mafia top-ten

they'll [laugh] when commanded.
they'll hate when they're told
they'll murder their neighbors for the good of their souls
they'll punish your enemies if you read out their names
they'll be adorning the bridges from the [dawn] to the Themes

they may think we look stupid, but we're paying the rent
and we won't trade our fortress for [an indian tent]
and [I'll call on the] angel with the wings on the right
and we've [sulked] and we've [cockled] through this mystic life

Cleansing faces of thier smiles, butchers sheltered and praised
meeting pain with fairy-tales, [dead back balances raised]

All of this must never die
Popemobile to Paruguay

You may think we look stupid but we're behind with the rent
I'll [butcher my ubiquities real peace and Jesus]
polyester tent, polyester tent, polyester tent
which my dad just sent
let us lock up the women 
burn this book for me man
[tell swedenese farmers]
[??? ten telegrams]
Lock up the women
burn this book for me man
[tell swedenese farmers]
[????]
[????]
[????]
[In I ran, in I ran, in I ran, ran, ran...]


Evil Man  -  (4:06)  
**Produced by Ralh Jezzard & Cathal Coughlan

(for lyrics see Valhalla Avenue)


Gary Numan's Porsche  -  (4:12)  
**Produced by The Hind Quarters Of O'Grauma**

in a half-faced mask made of tinted glass
walking streets [of creased] with concrete 
where her [curses ask for time]
[finding within] the chain-store signs

you can feel each bruise with each shaking [ruth]
which conveys her through this limbo
where the blue lights and [gold tie]
deny the facts of her life

when your ruled by his [????]
[by his broken his children]
you beat up on the Jones's
[only robots could kill me]
because you know he was with you
when you buried your future
you were lost and 18
lost.

you justify the use of force
by the well-armed world that [did you so short]
as the years roll by like a drunk old horse
and the purr on Gary Numan's Porsche

see the mid-life hags with their flops and cash
get to live a long enough to see nostalgia and pastiche
to store their leather and misquite

but they take out  'f'-words 
and they take out the 'p'-words
and they take out the 'j'-words
and they take out the 'zed'-word
and they take out the 'u'-word
and they take out the 'end'-word
all that's left is the garbage
but that will do

you justify the use of force
by the well-armed world that [did you so short]
as the years roll by like a drunk old horse
and the purr on Gary Numan's Porsche

on Gary Numan's Porsche
it says ["bring back Mrs. 'T']
[save the queen-belt and Castro-poor"]

Gary Numan's Porsche
is waiting outside of the stage door
no don't deface the room,
he'll be leaving soon
(I hope)

Well, it's 80's night, her remaining life
as the bedsick '81 fades into suicide '94
two million and '94
and the future [we told]
[like the snow-in ????]
and the one which we live in
charmless and boring
Gary please can you fix it?
take us up in your spaceships
let us free up this Porsche which says

you justify the use of force
by the well-armed world that knows you're cornered
when the [work on site ????]
there are better things to do than name the days

you justify the use of force
by the well-armed world that [you so sure]
then the years roll by like a drunk old horse
and you purr like Gary Numan's Porsche


Sleep Of The Just  -  (3:42)
**Produced by Ahab At The Tomb Of The Unknown, Gobshite Studios**

Lift up your head, lift up your head
your room in this decade of eathquake and bile
awaits you like a stewardesses mortuary smile

you'll miss all the fun, you'll miss all the fun
a rich man turned pauper, his death marked [a sham]
I can't get back to see it, 'til you lift up your head

me and mine are fools, me and mine are fools
say our elders who despise us, though we're no longer young
they're tired of our sneering, and we've blocked out their main street's sun

they're sleeping as we rise, one punch is drunk with pride
resides in [brutal face], sick from petrol smoke and [steak]
the few bohemians, with their too-white shopping wrists
confide in some crimson [page]
and pray to look cute in their squalor-dyed hair
old age

rolled out of here, is sun bright and clear
and we hold the fortune, in our cumulous
there's nothing else on earth that i will be part of.
why waste a lifetime on soil which won't bear fruit?
and why argue with gangsters who only smile and act mute?
if he pulls that trigger, as he says he must,
then to them, goes the last word [and then]
the sleep of the just, the sleep of the just, the sleep of the just 

but that's never enough
but that's never never enough


(Everything I Do) I Do It For You  -  (6:23)
**Produced by Tima Mansio (Brasil) Ltd.**

{big size really doesn't matter. You think I got really big muscles in my pussy?}

{what have you ???}

{when a man and a women take care of these}

Look into my eyes and you'll see
what you mean to me
such a heart, oh yes, such a soul
you'll find me there; you'll search no more

don't tell me, it's not worth trying for
you can't tell me, it's not worth dying for
you know, it's true
that everything I do, I do it for you

You make me crazy
{I haven't had an orgasm you jerk}

Look into your heart, and you will find
there's nothing at all there to hide (hide, hide)
take me as I am, take my life
I will give it all; I would sacrifice

Dont' tell me, it's not worth fighting for
I can't help it;  there's nothing I want more
you know it's true, yup
that everything I do, I do it for you.

there's no love, {no love}
there's no love, {no love}
there's no love, {no love}
there's no love, {no love}
and there's nowhere {you're nowhere}
ignite and I must be there {you're nowhere}
there's nowhere {you're nowhere}
oh, wait, yeah

can't tell me it's not worth trying for
I can't help it, there's nothing I want more
you know it's true (it's true)
that everything that I do do,
I do it for you, (you, for you, for you)

I, I do it, I do it, I do it you know
you know I do it, when I'm alone,
when I'm in public
when I'm on the bus
when I'm in the bathroom
I do it for you