lyrics written by sere

STRAIGHT HATE

straight wheel lease Strate starving greaser Powertripping bastard And a lose gripping his fat one
Stay bihind And don´t disturb my peace You´ll find That I´m the one, the least I´ll bet you ten to one That I can re-create Straight hate
Clean john bore Bleached blonde whore Been a while and now It´s clearer And I´v never been Sin-sere-er, or nearer Po´white and ugly Slave to all the trend Counting up your losses´Cause you´ve been beaten, Cretin
Lucky guilty sinner Novice silence winner The only sure thing That you´ll ever see Is my displearsure for every day you be

TO BED

Locked and Frozen from the fear Said tha Rockman to the engineer: Things haven´t been the same Around here Since Speedeater´s dead´Cause I can hear what he said Abouöt living, and lying (Livin thru the revolution, Lying `bout yur shit cretion Facing the pollution from The Generation)

Put it to be

Stop now posing for your kids Tell ´em now all aboout Dopin you did Tell´em that the cause Of their depression Could´ve been Tha acid at conception And every other things That got between´em During living and lying Now there´s not much left Look at what´s been left

Rockmain, Play the Yuppie crowd Difference is now They don´t like it too loud Just for laughs Well´let you up And stand proud We´re seeing what it Stands for now - Hypocrite, hypocrite

Too late to celebrate how many more committed Will it take to seperate The living and lying

SQUARE & PEGGED

SUIT TOBURN

I´ll get closer and with every passing day it gets farther behind so Iain´t got much time. And I got a hunch and I think I´m right on thio one, so let me point the finger and start it from the top. Look at the back page, Lick your dirthy digits, finish your break with another cigarette. Take this horrible freak show acid bath and shove it in the fryer, daddy, make it well done. Spend every minute of your time just waiting to be asked how the numbers went, "Let me do the math" and I´m just sittin back, listening to all of this, thinkin´bout dinner and not about you.

Don´t be a fret´cause the worst that can happen is we´ll start running and eventually be gone, leaving you here on the side to deal with the likes of created. One big joker and a little piece of paper eparaate me from your little "love-ins". We won´t believe or accept this parade of the dead or the march of the perfectly square. We´ve got a motive, now all we got to prove is that welldressed isn´t necessarily enough. Stop what you´re saying´cause chances are great that I´ve heard it all before from someone better than you. Why is it when the flow is okay, you insist on the worst and just a little louder?

What in the world does your ex have to do with anything I´ve been saying so for? I try and walk away, Hank, I´m looking around, Louie, somethimes it doesn´t work, sometimes it does. What a bloody waste I don´t want to keep it going and I guess I am the fool for hanging so long. Just when we thought that the day was upon us, they threw us the knuckleheads low and inside. Boy, I´m getting tired but I gotta get a grip´cause I got a Suit to burn, the one we say is you!

APOLLINA`S PEN

He said he got feeling sort of like an elephant On sedatives He said do not steal´em They ´re my only remnant of what´s left Don´t try it You´ll just become one of them And then I´ll see ya Standing´cross from me again At

Apollina´s Pen

Round`em all up in position Stand´em all up at attention She said there´d be no addiction Detention for Lina´s affection At Apolina´s Pen With Apolina´s pen

Come and see me (It´s just between us) Lina sees (And they bequeen her) Only you, me and Apollina Know the reason for these boys pleasin her dead I said they´re pleasin her dead

I saw one guy dying, Screaming´bout exhaustion He said that she´s lying Now they´re dead and lost and She don´t care No one is left for the roastin the late Apollina is toasted

At Apollina´s Pen

PATHETIC CONNECTIONS

Something about A life in control That I don´t trust Or care to hold close When I hear them rambling Around and about their ways And what´s like To be in gear But I can´t look their way´Cause the light is blinding me Let´s go to find some shade Hang keep Out sign And blow the smoke screen I´ll show you contentment That don´t need to be seen

Pathetic Connections

Give me the basement floor That´s all the room I need To keep my bag of bones in Linght the candle with fire Then your mind with the candle Don´t turn on the lights´Cause the darkness Really suits you-tonight It´s you and me and our Pathetic Connections

What´s it about this Life in control that I don´t trust Or care to hold? Can you feel it, can you see it, Can you taste it, I should think so

CASH YOU IN

DAY OFF

BOURNOUT!
(Are you Lying)

Over the change of time Deeper into face Over leapt the line A local into space It´s a long night´s week It´s medication For a long, sound sleep to concentrate on

First you went Then you put out the fire At work you spent Dead on the clock but higher Chase the scent Substitute, pacify Irrististent

Burnout are you lying

Feeling the verces ending Stay with the air you breathe´Cause the smoke is nice but up-ending And never as clean as steam

Straingt as an arrow Not till confirmation That the chances are narrow You´ll be hanging straight long

Burningout are you lying, Burningour are you lying, That´s something that You don´t have to do´Cause I´m on of you

Keep digging doing Keep smiling all the way to bed (Keep thinking, truant, keep thinging truer) Wary abuser, Thake what you might not Know again And keep it safe from All intruders.