1978-1979

Killing an Arab

Standing on a beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the Arab on the ground
See his open mouth
But hear no sound

I’m alive
I’m dead
I’m the stranger
Killing an Arab

I can turn and walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I choose
It amounts to the same

Absolutely nothing

I’m alive
I’m dead
I’m the stranger
Killing an Arab

Feel the steel butt jump
Smooth in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring at myself
Reflected in the eyes of
The dead man on the beach

The dead man
On the beach

I’m alive
I’m dead
I’m the stranger
Killing an Arab

10.15 Saturday Night

10.15
Saturday night
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
And I’m sitting
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip…

Waiting
For the telephone to ring
And I’m wondering
Where she’s been
And I’m crying for yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip…

It’s always the same…

Accuracy

We sit in the same room
Side by side
I give you the wrong lines
Feed you

Look into my eyes
We both smile
I could kill you
Without trying

That’s accuracy
Practice all day for accuracy

Mirror mirror on the wall…

Grinding Halt

No light
No people
No speak
No people
No cars
No people
No food
No people

Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything’s coming to a grinding halt

No sound
No people
No clocks
No people
No fine
No people
No me
No people

Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything’s coming to a grinding halt

Slow down
Slow down
No people
Slow down
Everything’s coming to a …

Another Day

The sun rises slowly
On another day
The eastern sky grows cold
Winter in water colours
Shades of grey

Something
Something holds me hypnotized…

I stare at the window
Stare at the window
Waiting for the day to go
Winter in water colours
Shades of grey

Object

You know you turn me on
Eyes so wide and legs so long
But don’t try to talk to me
I won’t listen to your lies
You’re just an object in my eyes

Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don’t try to fool me
Because I can see through your disguise
You’re just an object in my eyes

But I don’t mind
I just don’t care
I’ve got no objection
To you touching me…

Object object object object…

You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And I want you
But don’t try to hold me
Because I don’t want any ties
You’re just an object in my eyes

But I don’t mind
I just don’t care
I’ve got no objections
To you touching me…

You’re just an object
Object object object
You’re just an object

Subway Song

Midnight in the subway
She’s on her way home
She tries hard not to run
But she feels she’s not alone
Echoes of footsteps
Follow close behind
But she dare not turn around…

Turn around…

Meathook

I went into the butchers
I said wanted wanted wanted some…
Meat
Pass me some of that steak over there
It looks so…
Sweet

I lost my heart to a meathook!

That butcher man was some…
Lady
He really stole my heart
He hung me up on his meathook
A real piece of…
Slaughterhouse art

I lost my heart to a meathook!

There’s a meathook in my heart
Tearing me all apart
Ripping out my insides
But I just can’t get away
I can’t leave my
Meathook

Fire in Cairo

Slowly fading blue
The eastern hollows catch
The dying sun
Night time follows
Silent and black
Mirror pool mirrors
The lonely place
Where I meet you

See your head
In the fading light
And through the dark
Your eyes shine bright

And burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo
Burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo

Shifting crimson veil
Silken hips slide
Under my hand
Swollen lips whisper my name
And I yearn
You take me in your arms
And start to burn

F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O
Then the heat disappears
And the mirage
Fades away…

F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O

Burn like a fire in Cairo
Burn like a fire
Blaze like a fire in Cairo
Blaze like a fire
Flare with a wonderful light
Like a fire in Cairo
Burn like fire
Burn like
Fire in Cairo

So What?

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I’m not meant to be here
But so what?
Nobody’s taken your place
Nobody’s taken your place

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And if you knew
Nothing could replace you
If you were sane
Your heart wouldn’t ache
But so what?
So what?
So what?

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British sugar bureau…
When I told you what I…
And I…
And I wouldn’t ask you to pretend
That we were one
And still another time…

Forget all the lies
Forgive me the wounds
And all the world was used to love…
And yes!
We’d still be happy in another time…
But so what?

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So what?
So what?

It’s Not You

You wear your smile
Like it was going out of fashion
Dress to inflame
But douse any ideas of passion
You carry your love in a trinket
Hanging round your throat
Always inviting
Always exciting
But I must not take off my coat

Well I’m tired of hanging around
I want someone new
I’m not sure who I’ve got in mind
But I know
It’s not you

You ask me questions
That I never wanted to hear
I am the only one
Just until you finish this year
I would murder you
If I had an alibi
Here in my hand
But you just laugh
Because you don’t understand

That I’m tired of hanging around
I want somebody new
I’m not sure
Who I’ve got in mind
But I know that it’s not you
It’s not you
It’s not you
It’s not you

Three Imaginary Boys

Walk across the garden
In the footsteps of my shadow
See the lights out
No-one’s home
In amongst the statues
Stare at nothing in
The garden moves…
Can you help me?

Close my eyes
And hold so tightly
Scared of what the morning brings
Waiting for tomorrow
Never comes
Deep inside
The empty feeling
All the night time leaves me
Three imaginary boys

Slipping through the door
Hear my heart beat in the hallway
Echoes
Round and round
Inside my head
Drifting up the stairs
I see the steps behind me
Disappearing…
Can you help me?

Close my eyes
And hold so tightly
Scared of what the morning brings
Waiting for tomorrow
Never comes
Deep inside
The empty feeling
All the night time leaves me
Three imaginary boys sing in my
Sleep sweet child
The moon will change your mind…

See the cracked reflection
Standing still
Before the bedroom mirror
Over my shoulder
But no one’s there
Whispers in the silence
Pressing close behind me
Pressing close behind
Can you help me?

Can you help me?

Boys Don’t Cry

I would say I’m sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I have said too much
Been too unkind

I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
Because boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry

I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that it’s too late
And now there’s nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
Because boys don’t cry

I would tell you
That I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it’s no use
That you’ve already
Gone away

Misjudged your limit
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
Because boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry

Plastic Passion

Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh! it’s a plastic passion

Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh! it’s a plastic passion

Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh! it’s a plastic passion

Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh! it’s a plastic passion

Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
This plastic passion is murdering me
Oh! it’s a plastic passion

Jumping Someone Else’s Train

Don’t say what you mean
You might spoil your face
If you walk in the crowd
You won’t leave any trace
It’s always the same
You’re jumping someone else’s train

It won’t take you long
To learn the new smile
You have to adapt
Or you’ll be out of style
It’s always the same
You’re jumping someone else’s train

If you pick up on it quick
You can say you were there
Again and again and again
You’re jumping someone else’s train

It’s the latest wave
That you’ve been craving for
The old ideal was getting such a bore
Now you’re back in line
Going not quite as far
But in half the time
Everyone’s happy
They’re finally all the same
Because everyone’s jumping
Everybody else’s train

Jumping someone else’s train
Jumping someone else’s train
Jumping someone else’s train

I’m Cold

You’re begging me to stay
But I’m laughing in your face
You’re so desperate
Not to let those years of care
All go to waste
But it was you who wanted love
Not romance
You have to pay the price
My body may be made of fire
But my soul is made of ice

I’m me
I’m cold
I’m cold
I’m told
I’d love to love you girl
But my body has just been sold

World War

Dressed in Berlin black
I was only playing
Disguise my words to fool you
From what I was saying
Mud trench
Meat stench
The Fatherland is looking on
Grip you in a luger lock…
This will be the big one

World war
No one would believe me
World war
No one’s a winner
No one’s a loser…
Just a dead friend

Heaven heaven
Give me pride
Give me a golden hand
Smash them with an iron rule
Spit them out like sand
Sit and wait
Then run like hell
Run like hell
One time again
Sow the seeds of hate
Underneath destruction…

World war
No one would believe me
World war
No one’s a winner
No one’s a loser…
Just a dead friend

Do the Hansa

Ein zwei drei vier…
Steve!
Oh yeah!
Platinum all the way!
Do the Hansa!
Etc etc etc…

Pillbox Tales

Electric line
Racing time
Fire down the wall
Spinning around
The killing ground
It makes you look so small

Henna years
The stinging tears
Flesh on the railway track
The screaming queen
On the TV screen
Is never coming back

Don’t suffer no more
Just step inside and listen
Listen to my pillbox tales

Your special days
Your winning ways
You’re living out the past
You’re lying lies
And tying ties
And running much too fast
But you feel so sick
If you run too quick
And wishing every day
Wishing you were all alone
Wishing you were years away

Don’t suffer no more
Just step inside and listen
Listen to my pillbox tales

Heroin Face

Spit out the shout of a warning
Death is an honour with doubts
So you live in the end
And you mistrust the start
Because you don’t think it counts

But you’ll pay for yourself
You’ll pay for yourself

You’re just a heroin face

You see a heroin face in the mirror
And someone is clutching your breath
And you believe in the needle of night
You’re only doing your best

But you’ll pay for yourself
You’ll pay for yourself

You believe in the needle of night
And someone is clutching your breath
So you mistrust the start
By always running away
But you’ll never come back

You’re just a heroin face
Heroin face