You tell me that your goals
Are drawn towards
Avoidance of a pit of fiery coals
And you say that you love the one who would
Throw you down the hole
Of pain and spikes and stones
So you believe there is a pervert who
Cares who you screw
And of which way and where
Then you think that I should be as pure as you
By suppression of the sex drive
You say he put there
We work after the daylight
Has safely gone away
When all the world is black and red
And those gnarly things awake
The ones around them quake in horror
As they feed upon the dead
Don’t try to rationalise on your own
Oh do what you are told
If you want to save your immortal soul
Don’t look outside thoughts you already own
Oh keep to what you know
It will be a comfort when you’re old
So you believe there is a pervert who
Cares who you screw
And of which way and where
Then you think that I should be as pure as you
By suppression of the sex drive
You say he put there
You tell me that your goals
Are drawn towards avoidance
Of a pit of fiery coals
And you say that you love the one who would
Throw you down the hole
Of pain and spikes and
We work after the daylight
Has safely gone away
When all the world is black and red
And those gnarly things awake
The ones around them quake in horror
As they feed upon the dead
We laugh at all the ways
You get round things you cannot say
Until it’s too late to be said
Making time beneath the waves
Look at a world completely dazed
By all the garbage in your heads
We work after the daylight
Has safely gone away
When all the world is black and red
And those gnarly things awake
The ones around them quake in horror
As they feed upon the dead
Channeling everything from the B-52s to Royal Trux, this album drives with a noisy guitar, a really good drummer, hooky bass lines and an extremely charismatic singer delivering lyrics dripping with black humor. mark