BACK TO SOURCE

The empire never ended
nothing's really changed
I know the way it must've felt
when visions burn,they sometimes melt
and fade away like tracks in snow
when nothing's left it's time to go
The empire never ended
nothing's really changed
I saw the bloodlust disappear
noone really cared
I painted my devils angel blue
and ran around without a clue
Back to Source
Only on the LP-version of the album?.

FRANCES


Lean on me won't you,
trust me for a while
she said "I think I'm cured now"
I touched her nimble fingers
she was shaking like a leaf
I suppose she got what she needed
a kid that wouldn't listen
a kid that had no fear
a woman that doesn't care....
Lean on me,
won't you trust me for a while
her eyes shone like crazy emeralds
now the madness is gone
now the halo is gone
no duckling turned to swan
no freedom won
American Dream dream on
Lobotomy gets 'em home......

GRINDER


Grinder
Who cares how wins now anyhow
you bought the kid,now watch him die
at the point of any gun
are you a part of everyone?
Grinder
Grinder
Who cares who wins now anyhow
you raised the kid,now see him die
you are the ones I thought I knew
you are ,you were,now am I you?
Grinder

HEARTATTACK MAC


He had a heart-attack, Mac
they shot him full of smack
he overdosed 'fore he understood
anything at all
They forgot before long
put their black righteous cloaks back on
they never cared about anything
anything at all (X3)
They called it rat poison suicide
and put his ashes in a jar
without name or number
and no remorse at all
With a mouth full of psychodorm
the herd sticks to their guards
and their factory routine
in anything and all (X3)

HOGWASH


Blonde bomb baby,shellshocked
filthy,squeeky clean
turned off my reciever
made me feel so ugly and mean
Hogwash
don't spill your guts in my face
cos I don't need it anyhow
try sensing where its all at
and just stop shitting on my doormat
Hogwash
Hogwash
I hate you
you make me
so ugly
so ugly and mean

HOME OF THE BRAVE


Blown astray
on a cold winters day
leaves in the garden
wind blow away
Home of the brave
Gas-station vice
an ace or the snake-eyed dice?
be a local hero
for the rest of your life....
Home of the brave
White parking-lot daydream burning
no sign of the tides now turning
it's the Home of the brave

IN THE FAMILY


When all the words just fall across the floor
and daytime is the nighttime of your soul
and you just can't find the truth behind the facts
and every dream is torn apart and you just can't seem to act
Know it's running in the family
into the setting sun
it's running in the family
waving loaded guns
Daddy knew -he left when we were born
put on his hat and walked off into the corm
if this madness doesn't stop, we'll lose ourselves for good
the facts or the truth?
He's gone and noone understood
Know it's running in the family...........etc

INTO THE GYRE


Third month out, becalmed for days
and now Poseidon seems
to want our progress stayed
unknown in these high latitudes
this stillness wracks our thin-streached nerves
in this endless greyness.

I heard an old sailor

LIKE ALWAYS


Phrasemaking
wondering and pondering
how things might should go on
not really having fun
Endlessly
gazing up the staicase
of tomorrows pros & cons
such overwhelming concience weighing tons
Like always
Fly by night
from the glacier smile to hide behind
so precious and so kind
So sincere
no evidence of intelligence
took time to see it through
I had no will, no vision and no clue
Like always
Growing thinner
with a shiny smile
the world is shrinking
before the Eye....
Falling too
upon the gravel road
the lonely churchyard on the hill
with too much hate to kill
Nosebleed
reminding me of snowball wars
we often ran away
and hid untill last rays of the day
Like always

SIDEWAY SPIRAL I


Head over heels in a sideway spiral
on borrowed wings and with senses so idle
high on the hopes 'fore the chemical wedding
the promised state in the perfect setting
praying to the beat-craving to be real
I'm right (x3), I'm wrong
So he said 'cause so he'd read
and your delusions are mine instead
convincing smiles will feed the mind
a curse put on those left behind
your wizzard's out on bail-the perfect trip's on sale
I'm right (x3),I'm wrong
Spinning 'round
sideways down
spinning 'round....
When concentration comes at last
make shure to blame the highest caste
from way out in the skies
that made you realise.....