THE ROMANCE OF CRIME

THE ROMANCE OF CRIME

Halfway down the row
With crime on my mind
I sneak past the guard
His eyes -
On some young mans behind

And I wonder -
Were rules made to be broken?
And is fate something you choose
Or are we chosen?

Being bad feels . . .
Being bad feels . . .
Oh, just ask them

Midway second row
As my fingers glide
I look around -
Sleeping spies on all sides

And I wonder -
Is it so wrong to feel turned on by crime?
And is life an accident
Or was it designed?

Being bad feels . . .
Being bad feels . . .
Just ask them

End of the show
Just by the doors
A pocket full of sins -
And I'm pinned to the floor

And I wonder -
Is it so wrong to steal?
And is this -
Is this shame or pride I feel?
Oh, and is this -
Is this what possessions were created for?
When all I see are oil fields burning through an endless war

Being bad feels . . .
Being bad feels . . .
Being bad feels?

Oh, just ask them . . .

END OF TERM

The last day of term
Behind the school canteen
A crime is mimed
A small boy cries
And the dinner bell rings as usual

And on the way to class
They taunt as they pass
And so he hides in his cerebral tomb -

And then at again at games
Somebody calls him names
And his shame is framed for all to see
In the shower rooms

And so he says:
"Wrap my tie around my neck and strangle me, it wouldn't be an act Of cruelty"

"Wrap my tie around my neck and strangle me, it wouldn't be an act Of cruelty"

The last day of term
On the all weather pitch
A boy is kicked his pride is stripped
And the gravel cuts in like broken glass

And then after class
They spit and they laugh
And the hallway echoes a lonesome tune -

And then at again at games
Somebody calls him names
And his shame is framed for all to see
In the shower rooms

And so he says:
"Wrap my tie around my neck and strangle me, it wouldn't be an act Of cruelty"

"Wrap my tie around my neck and strangle me, it wouldn't be an act Of cruelty"

The last day of hell
And he can barely breath to tell
The last bell chimes and he knows it's time it's time it's time . . .

And once sincere faces start to laugh they start to laugh
Once sincere and gentle faces
They laugh -

On the back of the bus his face is pressed against the glass and the driver a disgrace turns his ignorant face

While the teacher in denial is seen to run a mile . . .

Oh, but new term he returns
And his tears this time they will have to earn
New term he does return
And his scars this time
"they won't be mine!"

And so he says:
"I'll wrap my tie around my head why don't you come at me
And you'll see this time it won't be easy!"

"I'll wrap my tie around my head why don't you come at me
And you'll see this time it won't be easy!"

Fight fight fight back
Always fight back
Please . . .

THE ENGLISH DISEASE?

As a thousand crowds sway
We meet in alleyways

We have learned the truth
The lies from youth
(No hope no fame
We all end up the same)

Lads -
When you go home to your wives
Don't tell them whom you slew
With your Stanley knives
They will not understand
They will not understand

White shirts blue ties
Slaving to stay alive
(Rock gods movie stars
We've learned dreams only go so far)

Lads -
When you go home to your wives
Don't tell them whom you slew
With your Stanley knives
They will not understand
They will not understand

And no sooner has someone scored . . .
And so comes another street war

Flesh ripped and grazed in gravel
Clothes all covered in blood
You go to the alleys made of mush
You come out carved of wood

Lads -
When you go home to your wives
Don't tell them whom you slew
With your Stanley knives
They will not understand
They will not understand

Advertising plants the seed
Working jobs we hate
To buy the things we don't need

And so -

We come in peace
We leave you in pieces

We come in peace
We leave you in pieces