The worldhood of the world (as such)
 
 JOY

HUMANS

Phone you mom, youíre human
Donít play dumb, youíre human
I know that you are anxiuos
You want more than this

Clean your mess, youíre human
Get undressed, youíre human
I know youíre embarressed
Pale and hairless

Step right up folks and join the fun
See the amazing ape with his opposable thumb
Youíll be shocked, amazed, even horrified
That so much can be so compramised

Little monkeys making money
Naked monkey looking funny
Mighty males are strong and free
Female monkey, not so lucky
Rocking monkeys, funky monkeys
Monkeys sticking other mnkeys
Monkeys wrong or monkeys right
Mostly flexing monkey might
Humans

Now youíve lost your Eden
There is no returning
It stares up and out at you
Itís not for you

I dnít care, Iím human
Iím too scared, Iím human
I know you want peace of mind
To be with your kind

You wonít believe your eyes
A cranium of unparalled size
Immaculate if ill conceived
A sight not to be believed

Little monkey making money...

I like other humans
Theyíre so very human
I know that itís obvious
Weíre all just like this
Only human

ANGEL OR DEVIL

Wake up screaming in the middle of the night
Felt a chill and had a terrible fright
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night
Was I wrong or was I right?
Could it be me, Iíve been walking in my sleep
Mumbling to the secrets that I keep
Was I wrong or was I right?
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night

Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night
Woke up screaming, had a terrible fright
Was I wrong or was I right
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night
I hope I am wrong but I know iím right
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night
Hope I am wrong but I know iím right
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night

Saw you in a dram and your eyes were brigt
Stark, staring mad with a terrible light
Everything you  said, well it didnít sound right
And the way you grined it was a terrible sight
Could it be me, Iíve been walking in my sleep
Laughing and a grinning at hte people that I meet
Was I wrong or was I right?
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night

Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night
Woke up screaming, had a terrible fright
Everything you  said, well it didnít sound right
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night
I hope I am wrong but I know iím right
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night
Hope I am wrong but I know iím right
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night

Was I wrong or was I right?
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night
Spread itís wing an then it took flight
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night
I hope I am wrong but I know iím right
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night
Hope I am wrong but I know iím right
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night
 

HE LEARNED HOW TO BLEED 

For all to see, open your hands and show the
Self surgery, see the scars, trace the seams
A heart on a sleeve, and the words, words, hear the words, words as they
Repeat the refrain
Trying hard to explain

Heís got it, man, heís covered in it, just look at him
One more time, man, youíve got it, just do it!
He learned how to bleed
He learned how to bleed
Just look at him

The works and the days, squeezing each out another
Drop from the stone, one more push, one more groan
This is the best, what more can you expect can you see
What have you done
The prize you have won

Heís down, but look, heís back up again
How does he do it?
He learned how to bleed
He learned how to bleed
Just look at him

What a weary way we wend
In this world without end
You learn to fall and then
You learn to stand up again

Aquire the skills, gather the will to do it
Learn b degrees, learn ist slow, learn it heard
It is the art of tearing it apart and when you
Know what you know
Let it out, let it go

No more tricks, ma, weíve seen the fakes, just do it!
Thatís it, man, let it out, just do it!
He learned how to bleed
He learned how to bleed
Just look at him

IíVE GOT A GUN

All that you fucking got why donít you give it to me
That Raiders baseball cap would sure look good on me
I walk the streets at night and in my fantasy
All of the girls I pass have got the hots for me
I want a million bucks, I want a limousine
I want a jet to fly me to the Caribbean
Youíre gonna see my face on all the magazines
Youíre gonne hear me scream

I gotta gun, Iím gonna finally be someone
I gotta gun, Iím gonna cut somebody down
I gotta gun, Iím gonna finallly be someone
I gotta gun, Iím gonna shoot somebody

My Pop is dead, my Mom si shooting methadrine
All that I know is see it on TV screen
I kill the fucking starts, that is my fantasy
That fucking phoney geeks donít mean alot to me
I got no special love for reality
I got no fucking views on foreign policy
Iím gonna go dontown, Iím gonna have some fun
Iím gonna shoot someone

I gotta gun ...

The AM-PM guy is bleeding On the floor
The city cops are kicking in the swinging 
does
I turn around, I know my fucking life is done
It's time to have sonne fun

I gotta gun ...

I'm gonna Shoot somehody
You

MY POLITICS 

Don't ask me what to do 
I get sick just thinking about you 
And when I look at all we've done 
I went to walk away just hang my head und pray 
That you will, look at me, what da you see? 
Am I the king of the hill, standing over his kill? 
Well baby 
The taste of blood is sweet, I'll lay this carcass at your feet 
lf you'll only keep me company 
This is it, my politics this is it 
I've learned to hate, it's much to late 
This is it, my politics 
I stand before you, a simple man 
A sly dog 
A politician 
This is it, my politics this is it

I've seen more than I can stand 
But in my acts and deeds I'm a political man 
I'll give you, I'll give you all my worn out tools 
Another brutal shot of my rhythm und blues 
I need to 
To draw you close, to joke your hand 
And in your shining face I see the promised land 
Well baby 
Maybe you can share with me the depths of our compability 
In the crimes of humanity 
This is it, my politics this is it 
I love to hate, that's fucking great
This is it, my politics

Out the edge between the living and the dead, I try to 
  throw you off with a shake of my head. I try to 
  drag you down and bury you alive, but when I fall 
  asleep that's when you open your eyes. You 
  laugh, you cry, you look me in the eye with your 
  hang-dog face, that's when I put you in your 
  place. Can you tell me, how will you survive? 
  You have to be the biggest fool alive.

I lay awake all night but all that I can see are the 
  vicious, clever lies of my mythology. I'm beat-
   ing my head up against the wall and on each single, 
   separate brick there is a picture of you all. 
   This is it, the end, I'll tell you what I'll do, I'm 
   going to pick you with a stick und look inside of you. 
   But when you wander in the dark there is 
   nothing to see. I'm on a desperate search for reality.

To tell the truth, you can all get screwed 
I'd like to give you a kick, you little son of a bitch 
Just let me 
Let me get my hands around your throat 
And I will choke and choke and choke and choke and choke and choke and choke and choke
What is the bitter explanation for the violence of my indignation? 
Well, it's as plain as the nose an my face 
I am a member of the human race
This is it, my politics this is it 
I love to hate, that's fucking great 
This is it, my politics 
I stand before you, a simple man 
A sly dog 
A politician 
This is it, my politics 
Hate

LOST

Faced with several choices 
All of them wrong 
Snap out of it, I tell myself 
Stop singing that same old song 
The All Clear sounds but the streets are deserted 
We sit in shelters with out eyes averted 
I searched for your face amoung those who remained 
But they were 
All the Same 

I wanted it all, now I find I'm lost 

You screamed that I had sold you out 
That there had to he something I could do 
I'm just trying to hold on, I said 
But when you were gone what could I hold on to? 
This world is tangled deceptive and huge 
You make your choices, try to find what's true 
You got lost, that's what happened to you 
But now 
I'm lost too 
Lost 

To this land I was driven, to the land of the misgiven, 
To the land of false starts, to the land of missing parts 
I wanted it all, now I find I'm lost 
Lost 

I go to work everyday 
Come home and watch the news 
What chance did we have, I think 
Just us two? 
In the Occupied Zone there's nowhere to hide 
Missiles with eyes search for all who survive 
I couldn't get through at all 
Still I called und called und called 
Lost

PREDATORS 

When wo were young we played among the flowers
And sucked upon the nipples of nur motherstits 

But now before us all of nature cowers 
Through fear und death we've moulded out relationships

The breeze is blowing lightly through the tree tops
The sun is out, we're basking in the light of day
The birds are eating bugs out of out sore spots
The clouds are drifting os we dream the hours away

But I got restless, felt a little hungry
So I jumped into my car
Did not go far
Found a parking spot
And got out for a walk
Using my eyes, using my ears
I'm walking I'm smelling
I'm walking I'm smelling
Something's cooking
I smell something cooking
Something's ooking
I smell something cooking
It's running, but I'm faster
It's jumping that's what I'm after

There's new life for us to eat
I prey on the young und weak
There's new life fore us to eat
I prey on the young und weak

What's your problem, life's a breeze
Frist you run and then you eat

The pavementís  bubbling tar along the runway
The purring  of our engines drives the birds away
A thousand voices cry in the arena
A thousand voices cry with just one thing to say
When we were young the world was like a vision
The colours und the sounds they look out breath away
But now we watch it all on television
While eating processed meat off of a plastic tray

But I got restless felt a little hungry
So I jumped into my car
Did not go for
Found a parking spot
And jumped out for a walk
Using my eyes, using my ears
I'm walking I'm smelling
I'm walking I'm smelling
Something's cooking
I smell something cooking
Something's cooking
I smell something cooking
It's running, but I'm faster
It's jumping that's what I'm after

There's - life for us to eat
I prey an the young und weak
There's new life for us to out
I prey on the young und weakk

Life is simple, here's the key
First you rest and then you feed

We're Predators
We're Predators you and I
I have no blood on my hands
I have blood on my teeth
Relish

WIGGLEY WORM 

You are not in focus 
(pinch the buns und pass the weenie, looking for the perfect queen bee)

In your heart you know this (mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the phoniest of all)

Through the cracks you crawl 
 (in between the contradictions, what is truth and what is friction)

With no legs at all (in the corner with the pie, you kissed the girls 
and made them cry but when the boys came out to play, you made a perfect getaway)
 
Wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley wiggley, wiggley, viggley, wiggley worm

Now your dreams have come true
 (high atop an ivory tower, counting every pre-cious hour)

There is nothing to do (in the comfort of the soil there is no place for sweat and toil)

Bigger fish get fried (I don't want to grow a head, I'd rather fuck myself instead)

In the grass you hide  
(mommy told me, and its true, I am a better worm than you 
oh, how I love the squeaky sound of music from the Underground)

Wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley worm

When is man not a man?
When heĎs a sham

Stick the bait upon the hook

Wigqley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley wigqley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley worm
 

TUCK IT AWAY 
 

Mixed  emoitions up for grabs in bed
He wants some love unreal
Fixture of his imagination
He finds love an easy victim
Pretending you don't care
Pretending you don't mind
Pretending it's all right
Pretending you're just fine
Tuck it away 

In all her best pretensions, she made
Real all her inventions, now sheís
Everything she knew she would be
She finds love an easy victim
Pretending you donít care
Pretending you donít mind
Pretending itís all right
Pretending youíre just fine
Tuck it away

We all agree itís such a bore
Donít talk about it anymore
We all agree itís such a bore
Donít ever talk about it
Donít even think about it
Tuck it away

VICTIMíS CHOICE

Ready or not
Eehaw, looks kile I got a datem boys

You end with an ear if you start with a sound
Break in a circle that comes never round
Opened my eyes to see the light
There you were to my delight

Hair in your nose and frost in you brow
You looked like a bear but you smelled like a cow
You made me meal of milk and wheat
I opened a vein and bled to your feet

Variety, variety, thatís what I like to see
Joy the world you dirty old bag
This is the best time I ever had
One day was an eternity
Hereís to the years that you gave to me

Hereís to the rain that flatters my hair
Hereís to the smell of smoke in the air
Hereís to the straw where I make my bed
Hereís to the hole where iím lying dead

Ready or not
What I like is the incredible variety
Ready Ė no, no, no
Ready or not
 

STATE OF GRACE
 

First I tolf to myself there was no more than the sound
 Of the wind through an open door, and if no one
 entered it was no crime Ė at least it was none of
 mine, and all isaw I kept at bay, an empty  heard
 in an emtpy space, there was no reason for me to
 live, I had nothing to give, nothing to give

I closed my eyes and to my surprise my heard 
 was beating I was still alive
Was there really nothing I could do?
No, it canít be true!
Iíve been lying to myself, lying to myself for so long
Iíve been lying to myself, lying to myself
And it canít go on
Cause Iím lying in state, Iíve been lying in a state of grace
Iím lying in state
Iíve ben lying to myself and it canít go on

At first I tried to blame the world for all evils
 That were unfurled, flags of sin blowing in the
 Wind over church and state, the rich and the
 Great, but when I listened all I really heard was
 My own voice and my own words, sometimes
 Begging for love, sometime screaming with 
 hate, screaming with hate

I donít trust that voice in my head, itís not mine itís the voice of the dead
And why do you ask me what I think is true?
I learned it all from you!
Iíve been lying to myself, lying to myself for so long
Iíve been lying to myself, lying to myself and it canít go on
Cause Iím lying in state, Iíve been lying in a state of grace
Iím lying in state
Iíve lying to myself and canít go on

In the end, you are my only friend and all I see is 
 You, and all I have to give, my friend, I will give
 It to you. Who do I mean? Who am I talking to?
 How could it be more plain to you? Wake up. Look in
 Your heart. Who are you? What is your name?

If I take a shit in your perfect world itíS only so
 Youíll know me by my smell
And though you turn away like you donít understand
You know all too well
You donít want to look, you donít want to touch
You donít want tp pay cause it costs so much
You just smile and wish me well
Well, you can go to hell!
Cause Iím lying in state, Iíve been lying in a state of grace
Iím lying in state
Iíve lying to myself and canít go on
 

THE JUNGLE
 

I did not sail the seas or fly on the wind
But I found the jungle and myself within
I found you before I found myself
But to the natives I looked like everyone else
Brown skin under a tropical sun in the Jungle

And then I heard the bass and felt the wind on my face
As it throbbed and rippled from an inland place
I found the sand and then my feet
And I followed the trail of repetetive beats
Into the drakness, in under the trees of the Jungle

The guitrarís cries were like a flickering fire
And I saw the light before I opened my eyes
I would only find what I was looking for
As crawled beneath the brambles on the forest floor
I had been here many times before

Hear the voices cry and see the sparks fly
As before my eyes in the stinging smoke
A streaming beast is at the end of ist rope
At the end of fear, at the end of hope
Round and round, beyonf ist reach
Teh shadows flickered on the circling trees
The naives dance, naked and wild
Stamping their feet, and twirling their knives
No one knows whta I felt in my heart
As I rose to my feet and played my part in the Jungle

The bass is the love that I feel in my heart
The guitar you see is my learing tree
The drums are the sound that you heard from the start
They the are tools of the trade, of the craft and the art
But when will I sail across endless seas?
And what message will fly on the wind to me?
What will is see in the smoke and the sparks?
When , oh when, will I play my part in the Jungle?