cover by Andy Rego
computer graphic assistance by John Rego
No animals were harmed during the making of this record...lyrics;
CUT THE BABY IN HALF;
Two prostitutes pled their case-at the feet of the lord of the land
which one was lying to his face- it was hard to understand
both birthed boys in a brothel- first mother said she's got mine instead
she snuffed my love by accident awful- I woke with a dead baby in my bed.
A soldier's sword was poised to strike- until the first mother cried
do unto me as you like- but do not harm the child
the second mother blew it- as the man resheathed his blade
she screamed kill it, do it! but the baby had been saved.
(King Soloman decreed- one half for each
you do the math- cut the baby in half)
IRISH WAKE;
(We commit this body to the earth, paying homage to the emperor worm,
let the feast begin.)
When the dirt is fresh- and my coffin new-
your looking up at me- going down on you-
when the dirt is fresh- and my coffin new-
the parents eat the grapes- children get the sour taste.
Cloaked in darkness and draped in sorrow- bathed in a cold light-
death wraps its clammy arms around you like a blanky
the center doesn't always hold
not everything that rises must converge.
Dress in black and wear a tie- look real nice when somebody dies
grandpa played piano- and he loved to paint
a world class bad ass- everything I aint
He had eight sons- he had two wives
it's a bastard world- with mixed up lies
my kin can't deal- coping with pain
numb with alcohol- burning in my brain
they got real drunk- they started to fight
knocked over the coffin- & I know it aint right.
BRUCE PERRY's FUNERAL-
My name's Bruce Perry- I've been dead a few years
listen to my story- it may move you to beers
I was upset- you know that I was abused
just a teenager- I was so confused
spare the child- and spoil the rod
my arms too short- to fuck with god
it's my funeral- now you're watching me
don't worry dad- the death shall set you free.
My name's Bruce Perry- I went to Voke with a gun
almost graduation- but I was all done
Jim Reddy tried to stop me- I said forget it
thought that he knew me- he just didn't get it
the bullet is flying- the question is posed
the target is answered- my casket is closed
it's my funeral- my moment of glory
that is my grave- and this is my story.
BURIAL AT SEA
( Your steaming out of port- say goodbye to the land and love- you'll never see again.)
My ship is coming in at last- but it's two feet long and made of glass
and the sea is full of sticks and stones- flotsam and jetsam and sailor's bones
beware the devil and the deep blue dread- when the song of the sea gives up it's dead
I'm sucked beneath an oppressive tide- that burns me up and drowns me inside.
One day at sea and I'm losing my mind
looking for land- but there aint none to find
two days at sea and I'm stuck on a raft
Poseidon is angry- I'm caught in his trap
three days at sea- with no food or drink
I want to go home- I'm sunburned, I stink
four days at sea- and I'm stuck on a hurdle
the sharks can smell blood- and they're starting to circle
five days at sea- and I miss my mate
fishing for food- but now I am the bait
(five days at sea- adrift and alone
I wanna get laid- I need to get stoned)
six days at sea- my ship it has sunk
I'm going to die- and I'm not even drunk.
Inherit The Wind-
We are born and die of sin- when we're gone, inherit the wind
when my girlfriend leaves again- and I lost my only friend
love is dead my heart it sank- feeling numb my mind is blank
this is the legacy to my heirs- a half a joint, some empty beers.
Get real smashed & go for a ride-nothing says I love you like suicide
cry so hard I can't see the road- I feel like Christ carrying a load
so nail my ass to a cross- my own dad says it's no loss
work so hard I don't have shit- so pass that pipe and take a hit.
CHILDREN SHOULDN'T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS-
Geoffrey, put that down! You don't know where it's been
don't destroy what god created- it's a mortal sin
go wash your hands- and this time use some soap
I'm out of my tree- and at the end of my rope.
Children shouldn't play with, Children shouldn't play with
children shouldn't play with dead things.
SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF-
Rivers running backwards- winds robbed of breath
sun stopped in it's tracks- the devil's cheating death
while tears they flow- and the dreams, they die
as the parents drink and their kids get high
I walk alone- while the city sleeps
with broken heart- through empty streets.
Playing Russian Roulette- aint no fun
when some false god- is loading the gun
pregnant thoughts- of suicide
are giving birth- to my demise
I stumble alone- while the city bleats
with broken heart- through empty streets.
They say that life- is a drinking game
play 'til you can't- remember your name
I feel a chill- and a nasty cough
I have to get home- and sleep this one off
I crawl alone- while the city bleeds
with broken heart- through drunken streets.
SELF PORTRAT WITH ONIONS-
I found God- on a subway train
takin' the T- to avoid the rain
junkie Jesus- lookin' for a fix
scorin' dope- and suckin' dicks
I found God- in a paper cup
smelled like piss- but I drank it up
taste was strong- yet bittersweet
for what are we- but rotting meat.
And when the hemlock- begins to bloom
it fills the room- and spells your doom
I see you writhing- on the wall
like an angel- after the fall
when the godhead- blinks its eyes
some are born- and someone dies
tell me why- are we here
to work all week- and drink some beer.