I was raised to expect continuity. instead i get this..



The monster has red hair

The monster has green eyes

She laughs and bites her quarry's nose

As she pulls herself astride

Her double-jointed hips now do their tricks

And you can hear his plaintive yells

From the plane-crash craters in the scottish hill

To the burning oil wells



Chorus:

Something bad is giving birth

To a thing which won't melt to your touch

Something bad is giving birth

To something worse and it's going to hurt



His reebok shoes let in the rain

And he coughs into the dawn

At he searches for space on the synagogue wall

To draw swastikas on

Job descriptions change on the firing range

All generals are friends

So it's down to the dole with the molotovs

It's problem time again--chorus



You built the metal birds who [shrink] the skies

And bring [in weakness?] from the other side of a world

All these birds bringing death

You find all of our good, there's only death left

Big black hawk swinging low

Over the rat-run streets of the english ghetto

Clean spirit of the island, home at last

Come on, come on, come on--crash!



One man felt ashamed running guns and cocaine

For his short-term gain, so every one of us must pay

In his new world order, you can have some nerve gas with your air

Thanks to the cia pussy in the president's chair!



Something bad is giving birth

See, in the sky its belly bursts!

Something bad is giving birth

And calls for wounds to slake its thirst

Something bad is giving birth

No more decay, no more dirt

Something bad is giving birth

In therefore's name it stalks the earth



Do you feel you can deal? can you fuck!


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