what do you think
you can do to me now
when all you can add to my pain is flavour
i have already lost everything i ever found
but itll cost you your liberty
to do me a favour

was it that I was born and raised here
brought up under thatchers less than benevolent gaze
uneducated in the baker days
when they changed the game midway
made Es of our Ordinary As
no jobs no grades no hope no escape
youd try to explain to the dole
that reaping what theyd sown meant
paying for what theyd created
but noone evades DSS
putting ticks into boxes
slaves into cages
befehl ist befehl is the refrain
of the nasty collaborators
blaming us for the failings
theyd baked into their fortunes

it was a false dawn
on a dark day
the last time i saw you
what i thought were stars
falling like rain
were tears with wishes
washing through them
as you walked away
nothing i could say
could turn you
from the path youd chosen
loved to watch you leave
when you were coming back to me
eternal truth
until it wasnt

ignorance
is the font of originality
from which necessity sups
thus suckling us
infusing music unique
the names of the notes
superfluous
no education no emulating
nothing not ours is good enough
self bias raised
everything to gain
giving everything
make a tape of the songs
demo #1
then its on scene

waiting ******* shaking in the gents
breakfast coming back up
with all the courage that ive drank
setting up the kit on rubber legs
no words of encouragement
can make this fright any less
sit upon the throne
the whole world changes
now i am the drums
about to make the place my slave
cant hide
all eyes looking my way
loudest ******* in the building
beating his chest and making waves

when youre in a fight
youre in a fight
dont stop swinging
any chance to breathe
gives your enemy
a chance to beat you
if you come in waves
defeat lays wait
within the spaces
attack your foe
as tsunami
as one
to wash away all traces

cant sleep for fear of waking
unbearable pain
a daily undertaking
escape a dream of death awaiting
no more days spent fading
constantly contemplating
what comes next
how to take the step
from now to nothingness
a leap of faith for the faithless
falling further faster
the closer it gets
the harder it is to hit the eject
no head for the exit