Terror Couple Kill Colonel
His eyes were heavy
He carried a card
One couple question
The other discharged
Terror couple kill colonel
in his West German home
Three shots from three feet
Dragged himself to the phone

Terror couple kill colonel
Terror couple kill colonel

And as he lay there
Playing games with his pain
He felt his choice of jobs
Was such a mistake
He could have been a doctor
In a soft easy chair
In stead he chose three stars
A territorial affair

Terror couple kill colonel
Terror couple kill colonel

In his West German home
In his West German home
In his West German home

Third Uncle
(brian eno)

There were tims
There was pork
There are legs
There are skarks
There was John
There are cliffs
There was mother
There's a poker
There was you
Then there was you

There are scenes
There are blues
There are boots
There are shoes
There are Turks
There are fools
They're in lockers
They're in schools
They're in you
Then there was you

Burn my fingers
Burn my toes
Burn my uncle
Burn his books
Burn his shoes
Cook the leather
Put it on me
Does it fit me
Or you
It looks tight on you

The Three Shadows (Part II)
Oh classic gentlemen
Say your prayers
To the wind, of prostitution
To your faces, and Rex complexes
Riddle my breast
Full of the oppressed puss

Oh gentlemen, with your fish
The you surround, all around
And you man, will always point
Your fishes, at me

But I will always exist
Because I always exist
Damn good too

The rat race begins
The fat face stings
I hold the fresh pink baby
With a smile
I slice off those rosy cheeks
Because I feel so thirsty

And Oedipus Rex complexes
...riddle my closed bloated breast

The Three Shadows (Part III)
Oh gentlemen
Swallow your prayers
Because the wind makes a mockery of men
Your soul becomes a fish
You swim in idle waters
And drink other fishes piss
Your soul feeds on fish
On piss, puss and men
Who in turn, become as you have become
A fish
No, not even that, but a symbol of fish
Hooked by the baby flesh of maggots
A ripple of life in tin
This tin could become your world too
So choose between this and water
Choose between tin and piss
Do you still feel thirsty now
Are you thirsty now
Are you thirsty now
Do you still feel
Thirsty
Thirsty now

Untitled
The night the ?
Ring a ring of rosies
A pocket full of posies
A tissue
A tissue

(sneeze)

Waiting For The Man
(lou reed)

I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man
Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man

Watch That Grandad Go
I'm sitting tight
I'm holding still
The flowers bite
The cobweb's still
We walk in file
We stand in line
The drug is in
And we [did not]

Since you've been so lonely
Pain will cease to tease you
Scars may not be ugly
A doll's leg fits around you

Why is everybody burning sky
Misfit plug and chicken pie
Walk in file and dance in line
Straightedge tango sequins shine

The ground is steady
The stiff is stiff
The cobweb's torn
The tide is tired
You're so alone
You're so awake
You wish you'd never been awake

The knock goes off and the knock goes out
The city spills
There's a [lover who screams]
The sickness fills
When the night gets tough
You wish you'd never been so so so skinny

(walk in line dance in file)

Sicking all night and working all day
Spin with fright when you're finding no way
And the drums get dark in night or day
Sicking all night and working all day

See my grandad go...

(walk in line dance in file)

Walk and dance in single file
Right up to the bread in here
Couldn't find the bread in there

We couldn't find the bread
And we couldn't find the heart
And we worked so hard
We worked so heartbeat

If I look up there
If I look a fool
If I look up there
If I look a fool

Jack went up the
Jack came down the
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
Jack came flying down the still
Jack what're you doing Jack?
I don't know - I'm back!
Oh no!

I told you not to put on those trousers
Don't put on the trousers, don't put on the trousers
Your dress is too starched
It's too starched

You got a high class face today
You ought to have used nailpolish

Lights out fast and sleep at night
Lights out fast and sleep at night
Turn the light out
Get into bed
Cover yourself up
Your head
Your head
Your head
Your head!

Who Killed Mr. Moonlight?
Consider green lakes
And the idocy of clocks
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence

A broken arrow in a bloody pool
The in the face
Of midnight proposals
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence

In the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile

All our dreams have melted down
We are hiding in the bushes
From dead men
Doing Douglas Fairbanks' stunts

All our stories burnt
Our films lost in the rushes
We can't paint any pictures
As the moon had all our brushes

Extracting wasps from stings in flight
Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
Who killed Mr. Moonlight
In the shadow of his smile
Who killed Mr. Moonlight
In the shadow of his smile

Ziggy Stardust
(david bowie)

Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the Spiders From Mars
He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man
Then we were Ziggy's band

Ziggy really sang
Screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do
Like some cat from Japan
He could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave them to hang
Came on so loaded man
Well hung and snow-white tan

So where were the Spiders
While the flies tried to break our balls
Just the beer light to guide us
So we bitch about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands

Ziggy played for time
Jiving us that we were voodoo
But the kids were just crass
He was the nazz, with God-given ass
He took it all too far
But boy, could he play guitar

Making love with his ego
Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man
We had to break up the band

Now Ziggy played guitar

1. David Jay

She blamed him for stoking up controversy
In a dreamworld
It's a long way down from Heaven's gate
In the absence of a jury
The case continues
White lies
Seal his bitter fate
The case continues