Альбом Pigface

I Hate You (repeat til you're blue in the face)

blood and sand [x4]
what world filled with black
and which point of collapse
becall you crystal gazers
becall you philostines
water melting
decayed and angry
collapse [collapse]...collapse [collapse]...
collapse [collapse]...collapse [collapse]...
what i can't runs[pulls] my fingers
from the burning metal sign
is this the only way to say a prayer?
are your's the only eyes that stare?
what world filled with black instead of
sedatives...sedatives...sedatives...sedatives...
my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]...
my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]...
my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]...
my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]...
blood and sand [x8]

Before It's Too Late (Martin & Ogre)
ahh ahh (Connelly)

cowardice muscles turn to torture
the waking time is low
inbetween the cut from top to bottom of control
a many taste vents screaming blindface at the real disease
form collapsing red sky revealed, caught up in the breeze
they grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
it's there appeared in seconds only slipping murder web
sleeping under glass decisions where the only light ways crack
a many little sisters breed in force field unity
genetic arms unfold braving night for lunacy
they grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
hey stop i'll take her place, enter due hole
and circles celebrated slavery for sake
uncoils the run of blood of gravity and hate
they grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
they grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor

they grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
*?*...no while
hey baby won't you come back to me now
hey baby won't you come back...to me now
a daydream, it's only cooked my soul
watching the game, watching you go
always...time to explain
always the same, time to explain
wishing the world warning to it
is this no way?
all waiting the game
promised lays
is this the same?
watch it all not a game, watch the walls...
watch the walls...watch the walls...watch the walls...
it's pigface...it's pigface with it...pigface with this server(?)
this illusion...pigface is....
we've all been hung, no way out this
plot...plot...plot...plot...
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ooooo
within this darkened corner the warlock proudly crawled upon
i looked beneath my feet and see the soles upon the shoes i wear
in the soles the holes burn deep burn towards the street
i walk on down the street to find the park
in which i have come from
in the park there sits a girl
i want to know that girl...
sitting in the street, i walk among the souls with no wholes
the holes in my soles and a hole in my soul
i wish towards the star in a vacant light in out star
i walk along the park and in the park i see the girl in the street
the street is the girl- the girl is the street
she wears no clothes and clothes are no weak
i walk towards the street ray gun in my hand...
reached between my pocket, i reached into my pocket
i wander where she is
took her, down on the grass
the grass is very brown
i heard psychic screams
i did nothing- she sits with her legs spread
her legs spread like the morgue glassy blue, her lassitude
(indecipherable)
i wonder where it is
she sits there...
wondering, wandering
what happened to our heart?
aaahhhh
it decides, i walk towards her
i sit there involved my hands are in my pocket
my pocket and my lassitude, lassitude from my pocket
the cash inbetween us, there sits a wall
a wall i escaped from
i wonder can i get through this wall?...
is this the world? is this world we have escaped to?
she sits a street corner with her glassy blue eyes
i wonder where she's been?
i wonder who she's fucked?
who's she fucked?
i wonder where she's been?
it turns me on
this is a vacant lot, i see her walking , the stars
i reached towards the souls, of dead Frankenstein
this isn't what i wanted to be used for
i went towards the glassy view
i reached between her legs
i grasp her heart, heart in my hand
i stick my, stick my, stick my into her, into her
reaching toward the sky, the stars fall
the soles in my shoe, the soul's in my shoe
is this a vacant? is this a vacant lot?
heart in my hand
Ain't she sweet? t-t-tainted
Ain't she sweet? t-t-tainted, darkness souls
on my feet ooww ow oho ooh
livid
inside her
inside her
i looked toward the street and walked down with my shoes on my
feet
the holes in my soles
the stars in the sky, i can't reach

You only outride the same outside
And be refused by entry, cut down high
You'll be beside yourself
And criminal elements dig
The underground, that stalemate
To thyself, the plane outside...

Forego the frenzy now
It seems the edge is torn and cracked
Licking, cutting, freezing for the longest time
In short, the ill will be in dream
And water flow that hole
That heats up inbetween us both...

Scent of disseverence
The flame that used to fall between us is the deficit
They climb the sinking side
Indifferent elsewhere, hangs its hardened head above us on the edge

Scent of disseverence
The flame that used to fall between us is the deficit
They climb the sinking side
Indifferent elsewhere, hangs its hardened heads above us on the edge

the sound of secrets
and faith falling
speared ammended
uninvited driving game
it falls the bloodshed play
stowaways can taunt the air
their arms revolving in clockfaced stare
fight the force so claimed against your farenheits
your bills walked out with the strange surprise
cold and fractured against your lies
shattered hand britches are underhand
destroying asylums on the sand
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exits fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second
while little is known of the courage attacked
a ressurection under glass
they're scared again the hours are ours in sight
a dream any second the watt against the night
a dream any second the watt against the night
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exits fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second
for little is known of the courage attacked
a ressurection under glass
they're scared again the hours are our in sight
a dream any second the watt against the night
a dream any second the watt against the night
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exist fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second

There is no god up in the sky tonight
No sign of heaven anywhere in sight
All that was true is left behind
Once I could see, now I am blind

Don't want the dreams you try to sell
This disease, I give it to myself
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck

She makes it sweeter than the sun
It gets too tight, I come undone
I bow my head to confess
The temple walls are made of flesh

Runs up my arm 'til I'm on track
Itches the skin right off my back
I'll heal your wounds
I'll set you free
I'm Jesus Christ on ecstasy

How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck

you can speak the bigger eves are lies
the silence burns you, you can close your eyes
waiting to be over, to be over
you can beat the bigot man
the sucker of his slaves
undecided, undecided, and injured out of place
to be over to be over to be over
the first time I saw you
your skin was still intact
the shore caressed you
in violent face, in cruciform for saints
still frozen intact, a stillborn suffers
strangers laugh out loud
the shore caressed you
in violent face, in cruciform for saints
too much time is weightless
sentiment is weightless
still grown to the ears, a stillborn suffers
strangers laugh out loud
the shore caressed you
in violent face, in cruciform for saints
too much time is weightless
sentiment is weightless
too much time is weightless [x3]

T.F.W.O. (x3)
totally fucking weirded out
treason trapping
animal hide
in the vision of paradise
two explains your head
deranged
time spun web deluded of life
wicked black witch lady localize
inteligensia
go write a book and cry in it
face it lost that look
survivals hard enough
fading fire burning higher
time to realize that i'm on fire
patience sun the lord looks over
who covers in the watchtower
freeze arm scraping inches the vein
blind distracted the worshipping
metal point
a scraping hole
forever breaking
in out
temper test
bottom so vile
fading fire burning higher
time to realize that i'm on fire
T.F.W.O.
T.F.W.O.
totally fucking weirded out
T.F.W.O. (x3)
...weirded out
fading fire burning higher
time to realize that i'm on fire
fading higher why you liar?
it made inside my brain i don't remember
fading higher why you liar?
T.F.W.O. (x9)
F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F...
F....F....F....F....F....

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got the tapeworm
got the tapeworm, i want out
against a razor, sharp and a-coming
the spitting image
phone sex keeps the drive alive
and blows your brain
phone sex keeps the drive alive
and blows your brain
ash covered eyes, a gut reaction
slowly brings, decides the fiction
watch phone sex, delivers your lies
watch phone sex, delivers your lies
simply the message read, the truth is in your face
simply the message read, the truth is in your face
...is in your face...is in your face...is in your face...
is freedom talking to nothing inside your eyes?
is freedom talking to nothing inside your eyes?
the eyes...simply the message read, the truth is in your face
simply the message read, the truth is in your face
...is in your face...is in your face...is in your, face...
phone sex....phone sex....phone sex....phone sex...phone sex....
phone sex....phone sex....phone sex....phone sex...phone sex....
phone sex....phone sex....phone sex
simply the message read, the truth is in your face
simply the message read, the truth is in your face
is in your face...in your face...in your face...in your face...in your face
phone sex keeps the drive alive
and blows your brain
phone sex keeps the drive alive
and blows your brain
simply the message read, the truth is in your face
simply the message read, the truth is in your face
in your face...is in your face...in your face...in your face
dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800...
dial 1-800-worm...dial 1-800-tapeworm...dial 1-800...dial 1-800-fuck...
it's in the bussiness...tapeworm

gonna tell you a story
of some kind of a breakfast conspiracy
breakfast in bed, sir?
breakfast in bed, sir?
ah, no thanks, not today
in fact, I'd far rather be sitting in a distinctly upright position
so that I may at least have the ghost of a chance to digest
what I don't mind telling you
is completely inedible slop
lovingly and habitually prepared and served
by the thugs and vagabonds
who are the so-called staff of this institution
finished with the menu, sir? (x4)
yes, yes, I shall enjoy soft cakes, toast, tea, scrambled eggs,
strawberry jam...
mind you, I can't complain, before I came here I thought
scrambled eggs were supposed to be brown and crispy at the bottom
and dull yellow at the top
my mother, god bless her, cannot boil a fucking kettle
without burnin the water inside
When I came here it's a different story, you know, oh yes,
a whole different deck of cards...
scrambled eggs arrive with the consistency of a moth swimming about
in a foul yellow liquid
I wonder where that came from?
I would like to put forth my theory
my own inside story, if you will
you wanted to know what I think
I think that every morning as we sleep
our beloved kitchen staff gathers around the scrambled eggs
like some pagan cult offering homage to a false icon
first, the head chef, the cult leader, ritualistically stands on an
institutional chair, opens the fly of his
institutional trousers, pulls out his
institutional willy, and urinates in our breakfast.
HA HA HA!
they're just a bunch of loonies, what do they care?
half the bloody time they end up throwing it on the floor
or worse still, at each other...