Lyrics

Don’t stand around,
Don’t stand and stare,
Just stand your ground,
But don’t stand there.

Can’t stand the heat, can’t stand the stress,
Can’t stand the beach, can’t stand the press,
And you know, I can’t stand it,
I just don’t understand it.

When you try to touch the sun,
But your boots are made of lead,
You can’t stand it, just can’t stand it,
When you’re striving for the surface,
And the sharks are at your feet,
You can’t stand it, just can’t stand it,
When you see a lifelong friend,
And feel the need to cross the street,
You can’t stand It, just can’t stand it.

Don’t stand around,
Don’t stand and stare,
Just stand your ground,
But don't stand there.

Can’t stand the heat, can’t stand the stress,
Can’t stand the beach, can’t stand the press,
And you know, I can’t stand it,
I just don’t understand it.

When you bathe in milk and honey,
See the ants are on the march,
You can’t stand it, just can’t stand it,
When you bite into the fruit,
And then you see the maggot’s trace,
You can’t stand it, just can’t stand it
When you spectate from the sides,
And you watch that human race,
You can’t stand it, just can’t stand it.

Don’t stand around,
Don’t stand and stare,
Just stand your ground,
But don’t stand there.

Come into my parlour,
And never mind the web,
Never mind the other flies,
You know that I have bled,
I’ll do you a deal,
Not just any kind of deal,
It’s the kind of deal you need,
Just to make your life complete.

I’ll spin you a line,
I’ll love you like a ghoul,
You make my senses drool,
Like a butcher to his meat,
As a spider to a fly,
I know your heart’s desire,
I’ll make you want what I want,
Woven in strands of fire.

Come into my parlour,
And never mind the web,
Never mind the other flies,
You know that I have bled.

I’ll make you want what I want,
The sweetmeats of the dead.
Many offers, many terms,
Many legs, many eyes,
Many strings to all my tasty bows,
So welcome little flies.

Come into my parlour,
And never mind the web,
Never mind the other flies,
You know that I have bled,
I’ll do you a deal,
Not just any kind of deal,
It’s the kind of deal you need,
Just to make your life complete.

I’ll make you want what I want.

Hunger,
The hunger of the vein,
Gnawing at your very soul,
As you try to hide the pain,
I know your body’s aching,
I know how you decay,
I know I have what you want,
So kindly step this way.

Come into my parlour,
And never mind the web,
Never mind the other flies,
You know that I have bled,
I'll do you a deal,
Not just any kind of deal,
It’s the kind of deal you need,
Just to make your life complete.

Outsiders, we’re a decent sort,
Outsiders, it’s a decent place,
It’s a decent place,
Without the likes of them.

Outsiders, devil riders,
Satan’s on the prowl,
Cowering in the fire glow,
And fearing the scavenger’s howl,
Outsiders, backsliders,
And none that you can trust,
Hating what we don’t know,
And killing in disgust.

Outsiders, we’re a decent sort,
Outsiders, it’s a decent place,
It’s a decent place,
Without the likes of them.

Don’t show me your bastard children,
Don’t show me your herbal craft,
Don’t show me your stranger clothing,
Don’t show me dodging the draft,
Don’t show me your unholy lover,
Don’t show me your white is black,
And when the dogs are hungry,
Don’t stand out from the pack.

Glasshouse spawn screams in pain,
Time has cut the diamond child’s vein,
Their fight will heat them to oblivion,
And out of the destruction will come the change,
From the dead man might come a new sun.

Hangman’s noose could be hanging man’s cord,
That birth could be another stars word,
Chance and change are the bones of infinity,
Shroud to swaddling and phallus to sword,
The same script is flowing through me.

The biggest, the brightest,
The hottest, the whitest,
It’s a natural selection,
It’s Darwin on the shelf.

God’s right hand, we make our stand,
Thus further and no more,
We fight from here, only fear to fear,
Coloured red in truth and lore.

The latest, the newest,
The greatest, the bluest,
It’s a natural selection,
It’s Darwin on the shelf.

Our ancestral pride, lost on some wayside,
Evolution takes a final bow,
From cell to sell, bid our future farewell,
For fashion drives selection now,
Neither talon nor claw,
Nor fang of carnivore,
Beats the grip of opposing thumb,
The blood that flowed,
Upon the winding road,
It's a long way that we’ve come.

The youngest, the tightest,
The lightest, the richest,
The cleanest, the meanest,
The leanest, the fittest,

He died without the music,
He died without a drum,
He died in silent solitude,
There was no one left to come.

I won't die without the music,
I won’t die facing the wall,
Cause you know that my main problem is,
I’m just too dumb to crawl.

Typecast secretary,
She was sentenced nine to five,
Short handed she’s the stalwart,
Deskbound by family ties,
Never became a target,
Camouflaged she looked so small,
The quiet wife loving quiet life,
Knew the secret of how to crawl.

She died without the music,
She died without a drum,
She died in silent solitude,
There was no one left to come.

I won’t die without the music,
I won’t die facing the wall,
Cause you know that my main problem is,
I’m just too dumb to crawl.

Remember Rebel Rebel,
Rebel without a cause,
Remember right is on your side,
And being shown so many doors,
So boxed into a cul-de-sac,
I was always a pain in the balls,
Vociferous in my grievances,
I was just too dumb to crawl.

Take me away now,
Take me to the land of strange,
I'm hamstered in my wheel life,
Tell me who are the deranged,
Tell me who are the real crazies,
Tell me who is mister norm,
In extremes of ice and fire,
All I want to be is warm.

I see the roads that drive in circles,
I see the maze that we must love,
I see the webs that we untangle,
I see the four-fingered glove,
I see the crimes without a reason,
I see no sense in sensible,
I see the melting of our seasons,
I see the fall in fallible.

Take me away now,
Take me to the land of strange,
I’m hamstered in my wheel life,
Tell me who are the deranged,
Tell me who are the real crazies,
Tell me who is mister norm,
In extremes of ice and fire,
All I want to be is warm.

Who calls the daily firestorm?
Who controls the sniper’s eye?
Who tries to stop life’s ripples?
Who says that who must die?
Who topples lonely towers?
Who cuts our samsoned hair?
Who throws the dice on our lives?
Who said that life was fair?

Take me away now,
Take me to the land of strange,
I’m hamstered in my wheel life,
Tell me who are the deranged,
Tell me who are the real crazies,
Tell me who is mister norm,
In extremes of ice and fire,
All I want to be is warm.

I see the sane beyond all reason,
I see the mad are past all care,
I see the swimmers who are drowning,
I see the drowning walk on air,
I see the gluttons who are starving,
I see the starving eating cake,
I see the child’s belief in grownups,
I see that as my first mistake.

I’ve lied myself blue in the face,
I’ve lied till I’ve seen red,
I’ve told lies that are coloured white,
And lies as black as the dead,
I’ve lied to green young innocents,
I’ve lied to yellow ghouls,
I’ve lied a rainbow’s every shade,
While I paint myself a fool.

Did my time there as a liar,
Did my time there as a con,
Point my finger at the mirror,
And find the one who got it wrong.

I know there are assassins,
I know that there are spies,
I know that there are hidden truths,
For I’ve found them in my lies,
I know that all’s not what it seems,
I know of Pepper’s Ghost,
I know the lure of mirage dreams,
For I’ve heard them in my boast.

I’ve lied myself blue in the face,
I’ve lied till I’ve seen red,
I’ve told lies that are coloured white,
And lies as black as the dead,
I’ve lied to green young innocents,
I’ve lied to yellow ghouls,
I’ve lied a rainbow’s every shade,
While I paint myself a fool.

And the men with guns were only meant to scare us,
But the women with guns were really sent to scare us,
Yet the kids with guns were the ones who really scared us,
But all they want to do is change the Gods of the guards.

We’re all locked out,
We’re all kept in,
Looking over the walls,
That exist within,
Setting free the doves,
All black with sin,
And the chance of paradise,
Slips to manic clown’s grin,
Cause all we want to do,
Is change the names of the guards.

Then the CIA got to read the situation,
And the powers that be saw the harm’s proliferation,
And we all could see the case for aid donation,
But all they want to do is change the guns of the guards.

And we heard the crash as they hit the glass ceiling,
And some broke through but most lay there bleeding,
And we tried to help but soon got the feeling,
That all we want to do is change the names of the guards.

There are brushstrokes on the sky,
From a God in love with life,
Sees through the dark towards the light,
And that’s where I am.

Touch the rock beneath the soil,
See the ice that scraped it clean,
Feel the years of life’s long dream,
And that’s where I am.

Same old wood for all the trees,
And there's just one grain of sand,
Feel the pulse of barren land,
And that’s where I am.

Tear down the veil,
Take aside the drape,
Lift up the blind,
Look through your mind,
Don’t see what it is,
Just see what it’s not,
Just see what might be,
And it will be,
Come with me.

Hear the voices on the wind,
While the mad grieve for the sane,
Cross a line a dreamscape wide,
And that’s where I am.

If you’re dwelling on the past,
When the future knows your name,
You leave the present all around,
And that’s where I am.

There are spaces in your body,
Where the stars are packed in tight,
Where you can wander through the night,
And that’s where I am.

Fly to castles in the air,
Play with dream shapes in the sun,
Like the boy who watched the clouds,
And that’s where I am.

I’m a liar without any stories,
I’m a glutton hating the taste,
I’m a hunter loving my quarry,
I’m a planner acting in haste,
I’m a drunkard nailed to the wagon,
I’m a blind man hating to touch,
I’m a soldier freeing the white dove,
I’m a hater loving too much.

So who is it that is singing?
Who tolls the Lutine bell?
You won’t read it in my faces,
For my faces are my shell,
I have too many faces,
And my faces are my shell.

I’m a VC helping the GI,
I'm an anarchist loving the state,
I’m a surgeon dreading the scalpel,
I’m a landmine lying in wait,
I’m a junkie loathing the needle,
I’m a pusher hating to shove,
I’m a prisoner fighting my freedom,
I’m a loner needing to love.

How did the lady die?

It’s the truth of Page Three vision,
Our blindfolds and our gags,
How did the lady die?
Attaching guilt with bar-room tags,
The market sits in judgement,
Righteous chins in ceaseless wags,
It was those that scoop the riches,
Not those who buy the rags.

The Star it shines so bright tonight,
On the News of Sordid Screws,
The People have a right to know,
And the Mail it must get through

How did the lady die?

Expressing all our anguish,
In these Times of national woe,
Telegraphing my condolences,
To the Guardian of my soul.

How did the lady die?

The upon-the-sleeve heart bleeders,
Led by market milking leaders,
The vulture gossip feeders,
Well they made the lady die,
Paper Nazi lip-gloss readers,
Paparazzi spawning breeders,
Those junkie trivia needers,
Well they made the lady die.

So keep your treaties,
And keep your peace,
I don’t want a cease-fire,
Where the fire will cease,
It’s an all out war on my free-fire heart,
So take your best shot,
And blow me apart.

You blew me away,
No cries for mercy,
You blew me away,
No time for clemency,
I’m screaming eyeless in your touch.

I was stumbling through a minefield,
No bullets for my Ouzi,
Till I learned the Use of Arms,
And the skill of a mercenary,
I’m done with giving quarter,
And the white flag diplomacy,
I’m done with stalking shadows,
In a shoot to kill policy.

Now I’m walking the walk,
I’m walking to talk,
I’m walking past the devil’s wire,
To greet mine enemy.

So keep your treaties,
And keep your peace,
I don’t want a cease-fire,
Where the fire will cease,
It’s an all out war on my free-fire heart,
So take your best shot,
And blow me apart.

Who turned the tables?
Blood enemies betrothed,
We look for our new labels,
In the old emperor’s clothes.

Stealing from old sermons,
And touting those new wares,
What is it that we’re holding?
Is it stakes or is it shares?
The clones are all parading,
False hearts upon their sleeves,
When the truth has been sent spinning,
Then who can we believe?

Walk-on parts in a fable,
Loving everything we loathed,
We look for our new labels,
In the old emperor’s clothes.

And those who own God’s water,
Can try to scrub you clean,
But in after-dinner laughter,
The pigs can still be seen.
For everything a price,
Another day, another hat,
Watching three blind mice,
Sharing cream with a cat.

Come join the revolution,
And send us round again,
We’ll chase ourselves in circles,
And no Daniel in the den.
And when we burn our bibles,
Like casting off a skin,
Then to find today’s religion,
We just give the wheel a spin.

I met you where the dead dance,
With the unicorns and centaurs,
Where Cain was thrown from the shores,
To the ordinary world wolves.
I dropped the gain of years,
And spurned the wisdom of inner mentors,
Giving only a pause to gaze into the pit,
And watch my sanity dissolve.

In a moment’s breath I cast my skin,
And drying wings catch the light,
Alone with my hot fight,
My demons are screaming,
And no god to absolve.
Torn like a junkie,
And spiked on dangers,
That seem so painfully right,
The veils are lifted from my sight,
So I can watch my sanity dissolve.

When the gods themselves are liars,
Then who can we believe?

We smell your writhing patter,
As you flatter to deceive,
With truth upon it’s last breath,
It’s a death you will not grieve,
Bottomless with hunger,
Their stomachs never fill,
Their silent eyes speak volumes,
While their mouths are never still.

When the gods themselves are liars,
Then who can we believe?

You must love your country,
And love your king,
While elders and betters,
They make the sirens sing,
All you ever do,
Is dance us to your song,
And all we ever do,
Is proudly go along,
By land and sea and air,
We scrambled out to die,
Yet we saw the temples fall,
And the gods were seen to lie.

Caring for the prize plants,
As the ants around you seethe,
Build your private ark,
While the sharks around you teethe,
Doctors with no cures,
Who cannot see the ill,
Driven by their devils,
Who charge it to our bill.

I don’t know what he said,
But then the world went away,
I don’t know what he said,
But now I live for judgement day,
I don’t know what he said,
But now I’ve got nothing to say,
I don’t know what he said,
But the world is much easier this way,
Who cares what he said,
When the world is much easier this way.

She looked at the trees,
And wondered how the leaves could fall,
She stared at the night-sky,
And felt so alone and small,
She ached for the knowing,
And frustration hit the wall,
And then the priest said…
And that was the end of that.

I don’t know what he said,
But then the world went away,
I don’t know what he said,
But now I live for judgement day,
I don’t know what he said,
But now I’ve got nothing to say,
I don’t know what he said,
But the world is much easier this way,
Who cares what he said,
When the world is much easier this way.

She delved in the good book,
And felt so safe and warm,
She saw the questions rising,
But turned away from that norm,
She heard the wolves of knowing,
But the shepherd spread his calm.