G.B.H. - The Punk Singles 1981-84 [compilation] (2009) by G.B.H. (보컬) on maniadb.com

Put us on a life support machine from the day we're born,
didn't realise it was just our dawn.
By the media we've been accepted, but in reality still rejected.

From the start it won't last,
but now that's all in the past.
Never admit to being wrong,
five years on and we're still going strong.

Given a year to pack up and die,
take the taking, run and hide.
Said 'race against time', thought it was clever,
time is immortal and we're forever.

So five years on and we should be dead,
new ideas in the same old head.
Don't need help, don't need a tutor,
you're our past and we're your future.
It's a race against time, but whose racing ?
'Cus we've already won.

On the streets they're after me,
won't let me go, won't let me be.
This opression is screwing my head,
if I ain't careful I'll end up dead.

I'm living my life ..
.. I'm living my life on the edge of a knife.

Loving her was the mistake I made,
defending her honour with a steel blade.
Three on to one just isn't fair ..
but now they're in intensive care.

So now I'm running all over the world,
all because of a stupid girl.
But I've gotta carry on, I've gotta be brave,
else I'll end up in my grave.

Lycanthropy is in his blood,
and spreads to those he slays.
Uncontrolled metamorphosis,
undetectable by day.
But when the moon is waxing,
and all the world's asleep.
Through woods and fields,
the werewolf he will creep.

Even a man who is pure heart,
and says his prayers at night ..
can become a werewolf when the wolfsbane blooms,
and the Autumn moon is bright.

He instinctively seeks to kill,
the thing he loves the best.
He'll bare his teeth, growl and snarl,
and wish upon you death.

His suffused eyes will glare in hate,
silver-grey hair will shine.
He'll grip you in his muscular arms,
and on your your flesh will dine.

Cures are rare for this schizophrenic,
a Marfisa flower is a start.
Silver topped cane, a crucifix,
a silver bullet through the heart.

State executioner, there's no hope,
for the men that hang on th eend of your rope.
You think you're safe no-one can tell,
what they'll do when you get to hell.

State executioner ..

Got the papers, you need your boss,
that man is not guilty you don't give a toss.
Pull the lever, watch him swing,
state executioner, murderous king.

State executioner, just the same,
as the people you kill in the government's name.
Slip on the hood, open the hatch,
you're no better than those you dispatch.

State executioner, punishing men,
although it's for ever and ever amen.
Fame and fortune damnation you've got,
state executioner you should be shot.

Tracks in his arm made him a man,
No-one could understand.
Each night he'd go out shooting skag,
Met a pusher who sold him a bag.

That's why he was ..
Dead on arrival .. ..

Ran out of money so he stole a car,
tried to run but didn't get far.
Sent to prison, no turning back,
saw his arm, weaned him off smack.

Out on parole tried to keep calm,
finally died with a needle in his arm.
Yes out on parole, tried to keep calm,
finally died with a needle in his arm.

We'll lead you into victory, you hear the generals say.
Never look behind you, we're with you all the way.
Go to bed early, conserve your energy,
tomorrow we'll be fighting with our enemy.
Polish your boots, clean your gun,
killing those bastards will be a lot of fun.
Take no prisoners, kill them all.
Start to march when you hear the call.

Britain needs you, Britain needs you ..
Britain needs you to die for her.

Marching into victory, marching in the mud.
Fighting for freedom, fighting in th eblood.
There's dead bodies all around, you're told to carry on.
Death is not right, war cannot be won.

March along you see a flash,
fall to the ground and make a splash.
You awake you're lying in the bed,
eyes are shut you think you're dead.
Lost your arm, you've lost your leg,
lost you're job, you'll have to beg.
You'll get loads of sympathy, a picture in the Evening Post.
But where were the generals when you needed them most ?

You're a freak I guess you know .. ..
you're belong in a side-show.
The shape of your head, length of your neck,
on the whole you're a fucking wreck.

Freak .. of nature, freak, god I hate yer ..

You get victimised wherever you go,
and you're too thick to even know.
You grow uglier everyday,
it's not your fault you look that way.

But you've got friends and lots of money ..
behind your back they think you're funny.
Sticking to you like a lot of leeches,
disregarding your grotesque features.

No survivors in this game of hate, we all get changed in a certain way.
Our ideals changed by mortar, there isn't a person who doesn't pay.

No survivors, burst the bubble.
No survivors, too much trouble.
No survivors, your just a pawn.
No survivors, don't conform.

Boys mature to men in weeks, while rivals stay on the boil.
The time is right, the 'real' cowards, we all suffer at this toil.

So patriots who wear your flag, can enlist and die together.
I'll stay at home, protect MY world, do two years and wear a white feather.

The fields in France are full of heroes, now only poppies remain.
Their colour red, their number many, and still not achieved their aim.

Out on a limb, got no enjoyment, stoney broke, got no employment.
It's something no-one else can see, I've gotta end my misery.

Self destruct, self destruct, I said I'm gonna.
Self destruct, fill my head with a piece of lead.

Had enough of this recession, their bullshit caused my depression.
Their ways make me feel small, now I'm gonna end it all.

Count-down's over this is it, my life is spent it's now I quit.
Done my best to aid this caper, one less name on a piece of paper.

.. blow my brain

Big women, I like the size, big women flabby thighs.
Big women, big women, big women .. they fill my eyes.

Oooh a a ah !

Here they come, walking down the street, big and bouncy look so neat.
I like them best between the sheets, big women give me a treat.

Skinny wenches will not do, I need a big one to see me through.
I've gotta get some meat to see me through the night,
in the morning I feel alright.

I'm strapped into my bed, I've got electrodes in my head.
My nerves are really bad, it's the best time I've ever had.

I'm a sick boy and there's no cure.
I'm a sick boy there should be more.

But I'm happy the way I am, like a sardine in can.
People taking notes, people in white coats.

I see school girls everywhere, short skirts and pig-tailed hair.
But why must I suffer .. for being a gym slip lover ?

Exempt from the laws which you created,
your thought out lies becoming dated.
Ruin our lives then plead for support,
the noose around your neck is getting taught.

Slit your own throat.

Your ignorance is hard to believe,
do you want this country to bleed ?
Stuck in a rut full of rot,
complain about things you haven't got.

Disrupt the lives of those around,
it's time you lot were underground.
But no-one hears when you start to moan,
sulk in self-pity 'till the cows come home.

Smoke and fire are burning bright, we'll set the tinderbox alight.
Rising from the ashes the phoenix lives, life and death the red flame gives.

Give me fire, on which I feed, give me fire, 'cus it's a need.
Real fine, I can tell, real fine really burns in hell.

Take a breath the heat surmounts, your mind wanders, you have your doubts.
Brain goes numb, in the heat, body glows, you cling to your seat.

It's on my head if I burn, sit next to me and take your turn.
Don't blame the flame by which I'm fuelled, one day by fire we'll all be ruled.

They're always stealing off the land, the Earl has to take his final stand.
Build a device to catch them all, I don't give a damn if they say they're poor.

If you get caught there's no going back, it's a man trap.
The jaws of his baby tightly snap, it's a man trap.

He's old and wicked and he hates the world, he's wicked as sin, his mind is gnarled.
He's got plenty but he doesn't care, and to ask for help they wouldn't dare.

A wall heath man with his wife to keep, did his duty and stole a sheep.
Refused to grovel, he refused to beg, stepped on the trigger and lost his leg.

Deported abroad and is long since dead, the gamekeeper's found without his head.
His body was torn like tissue paper, a hidden peg-leg found years later.

You beat us down but we came back, revenge is sweet and we're on the attack.
Who are you, what do you do?
You promised us the world then took it away.
Slogging 'round the country for a tenner a day, we got got wise, to your idle lies.

The missing rung, we all knew.
We survived Catch 22.
Now we're prepared and that's the key.
So we'll survive Catch 23.

Organization, a word you've never heard.
The cheques you wrote which never cleared.
Your big ideas, our biggest fears.
Your representatives of your name.
And you'll be forgotten as quickly as you came.
Now your gone, we'll carry on.

The poor man he had no dreams, had no vices all he had was himself.
Spent his days walking around, thinking of things to do with his time.

It's like a dream when I wake and scream.
I'm lost and alone and living in a hellhole.

Looked at himself then looked at the world, decided things weren't going too well.
Just a man with a sense of justice, would his days of misery never end.

Bought a gun disciplined himself, shoot those those bastards right between the eyes.
Crime figures fell like dead leaves, the city breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not easy when you're making a stand, when it seems that all the world is mad.
It's easy to fall by the wayside, but if you act like a sheep you'll get eaten by the wolf.
Now the streets are safe for children to play, couples can go walking in the park.
The poor man is happy now, an unknown hero and nobody knows his name.

Take a look at yourself from the other side, and see if it's really you.
The reason for life is living, so do what you gotta do.
Catch the fire of inspiration, seek and you shall find.
Go on down your own path, don't follow things so blind.

Do what you do (but know why you're doing it).
Do what you do for fun.
Do what you do (but know why you're doing it).
You're the only one.

Trash and truth are easily mixed, split them with your axe.
Burning ambitions fizzle out, don't listen to the facts.
They've got power in supply, overload and fuse it.
Don't sit at home vegetating ..
you've got a brain so use it.

Apathy is on the increase, problems are easily shared.
Freedom's on the horizon, but I didn't know you cared.
Plant the seed of hope and promise, feed it, it will grow.
Question all the answers, rock the Status Quo.

The end of a decade closes in, the oppressed fight back but still can't win.
A blind eye sees more than pain, expressions on heads look so feign.

Four men died today, someone's gotta pay.
Why did four men die today ?
The culprits can't be found, they're hiding underground.
Why did four men die today ?

Hoboes and underdogs strike a new chord, they're sick and tired of acting bored.
Legions of damned citizens try, while all around the rotting die.
Concerned committees study and gen, the final word from Number Ten.
The worried gasp a sigh and frown as all the walls come crashing down.

The end of a decade closes in, the oppressed fight back and still can't win.
Doomsday lurks, an ugly figure, who'll be first to pull the trigger.

Take a look at yourself from the other side, and see if it's really you.
The reason for life is living, so do what you gotta do.
Catch the fire of inspiration, seek and you shall find.
Go on down your own path, don't follow things so blind.

Do what you do (but know why you're doing it).
Do what you do for fun.
Do what you do (but know why you're doing it).
You're the only one.

Trash and truth are easily mixed, split them with your axe.
Burning ambitions fizzle out, don't listen to the facts.
They've got power in supply, overload and fuse it.
Don't sit at home vegetating ..
you've got a brain so use it.

Apathy is on the increase, problems are easily shared.
Freedom's on the horizon, but I didn't know you cared.
Plant the seed of hope and promise, feed it, it will grow.
Question all the answers, rock the Status Quo.