THE TEAR GARDEN: THE LAST MAN TO FLY HYPERFORM Snakebite Spitting spiders eyes They swallowed up the night Cried 'Meltdown Zero Marsh of lava' With supersonic sight And barriers of you and me Piled 1500 high Spread here to there in smoking cans We blackened out the sky King met king We heard the bell They kicked away the board Flew headfirst to the bunkers Then they started out once more And you and me were born again As iron plated pawns We scorched our way through libraries We shredded all the lawns 'Til everything was rust and powder Every stone was turned And random programmes re-arranged The areas to burn The enemy is years ahead He's tapped into the phone He hides beneath the furniture Knows all the special codes The enemy's our destiny He's pulling on the cord He spits a line, I spactic dive And sell him his reward I perform THE RUNNING MAN Me - I have my cross to bear It's twisted, flying through the air The voices that I hear are muffled There's no one left but me to share their secrets I fix my eyes upon the dials And run through the uncharted miles of nothing I chase my tail I'm chasing trails of hollow promises And it's lonely here I'm kept alive (somehow) I stay tranquilised I leave - I never quite arrive Your previous smile is fading I'd love to think that there's an end Just waiting right around the bend (Keep falling) Every turn's a tunnel I descend I'm the Running Man TURN ME ON DEAD MAN I snared you in a photograph I trapped you on a wire I amplified you, magnified you 1500 times You strode across the ocean And you smiled to careful drivers Swooping low, you'd just say "no" And though you never showed I know you're still alive Turn me on, my dead man Give me a little sign Turn me on, dead man Gimme 'nother line I still watch all your videos My bedroom is your shrine On Fridays all the guys Will get together in the ghetto In the pits Howling epilipso fits I swing my hips I mime Yes, I can feel your kick inside Turn me on, my dead man When you feel the time is right Will you rejoin me as a king With medallions and rings And stairway things that lead from heaven Will you give me back my innocence? Will you paint the black sky blue? Just like your shoes I'll keep my distance My respect You choose the hour I'll be there Turn me on, dead man ROMULUS AND VENUS Everything you gave me Lies within a trunk Within a drawer I burned one hundred photographs Or more I fled across the ocean With another face Another name Nothing but my soul Remained the same But still you came With cases I was forced to let you stay You bought the locks The box in which I lay I tried to get away from you I tried to make a break You always see right through me There's no escape I can still remember you with cornets White horses I would run behind You'd flash the sign I dived just to serve you But night-time turned the lady To a girl again You'd slip away You tried to kiss my tears away Pretend there was no day to take me down Nightshade, blades, Niagra Falls I tried them all six times But you would always run behind me And you'd find me Keep me on a leash On a line I'm uncomfortably resigned There's no release 'til you untie me Deny me! I tried to get away from you THE GREAT LIE No transcription available What if they made it all up Four guys, two thousand years ago Over wine and cigarettes They had this great idea [?] How long is it going to last? [?] What if they made everything up? What are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you doing here? [?] EMPATHY WITH THE DEVIL My flavour is the stuff of locusts Hot chili firebrand Spurting volcano teeth Bleeding skies, sulphur mines The foul breath of Satan's favourite gutter worm You feel me when I'm close An ice wind of steel stilettos Hammered in your spine Quicksilver nausea spinning Spewing forth and everything's a mess Every possession you ever had Wrecked - lying at your feet Telegrams that tell you God is dead Piled high on the T.V. The incessant T.V. Burbling Distorted A cheesecake nun advertising 20 brands of sea cow lemon shit In 60 different languages A gargoyle handjives For the hard of hearing Subliminals Criminals Phoney businessmen in thick-rimmed glasses Bad comedians Laughing bags aping the Hallelujah Chorus The forgotten version Out of key (slightly) Just enough to annoy you My flavour is cheap perfume On rotting Man-Ray maggots! Dead maggots! My flavour's a wound re-opening by surprise Green fishes eyes flowing out Wriggling things Gelatinous Still alive and screaming Out of key (slightly) Just enough to annoy you My flavour's a plunging elevator A mili-second before it hits the cellar A cellar with mutated rats Old - very old lost teeth Abortions, garbage So pungent it hums Out of key (slightly) Just enough to annoy you My flavour's your flavour Deep within you Hidden Waiting to get out CIRCLES IN THE SAND Deydrated, Slightly decomposed A wishing stone thrown hopeless To a mirage Liquid blue Just like your dying eyes I sympathise I carry you We are making circles in the sand A happy stay, we can't delay LOVE NOTES AND CARNATIONS I sit and watch your silhouette, I wonder what you're doing Who you're with If you're thinking of me now Was I just a passing phase? Did we ever really share? Did we just soliloquise - Was I ever really there? If I leave this sheltered space Will anything be there? Disinfected, disconnected Waiting in my cage for you to call Am I living in a cage With all the comforts I created When I want you here All you do is close the blinds And leave me crying to a shadow Locked behind a glass That shuts me out That cuts me down Memories are fading Surely something slowly burns Don't you yearn for just a replay for a day? A SHIP NAMED DESPAIR Stowaway Starless Washed down by an uncaring tide Blown away Heartlessly crossed out For snaring a ride On a ship named Despair I shoot flares in the night But nobody's there I don't care I've no conscience My memory died On the day I gazed into Your faraway eyes WHITE COATS AND HALOES Watch your step! They're all out spying Catch your breath They crawl like lions I'm flying! I'm flying! I'm diving Peacemeal Perservative-free No artificial colouring No fleas No flesh No trash No cans of cancer Tropical disease I'm clean Take a bite I'm tasting amber Strike a light I leave December ISIS VEILED They're closing in I switched the pictures Painted all the walls I hung the medals Hid the magazines As caped crusaders crawled Down Freedom Street Guns of Liberation Ushered in the dawn One guy wears an eyepatch While the other wears a tie One will play the liberator One will run and hide I hear the cannons crack a mile Down Freedom Street Out of sight Out of mind The ninth wave claimed a thousand While another thousand fled I'm getting low on beans and marmalade I share my bed with locust girl She flies Through the cracks across my head She is always on my side She's always on my side I am always on your side I'm always on your side We are on your side Shhhhhhhhhhhh There, there LAST POST I'd like to think of angels We discussed a happy end A place with lemon slices On a shore with voilins Five star waters Crates of kill cow wine On a night of steaming sin It's out there, somewhere I would bet your missing shoe Bet my Geiger counter too Wishing you...HAPPY DAZE!