1. Sick Boy
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

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 ?



2. Maniac
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

He'll be buzzing in your head, when you're long gone.
Fever burning, stomach churning he can take you on.

Maniac, he's a maniac and he's on the loose.

A wild eyed maniac seeks you out, he wanted some revenge.
A man obsessed, a man possessed he'll get you in the end.

He can read all your thoughts so don't run for cover.
There's aftermath in his path, he's gonna maim another.

Your face will turn a ghostly white as he comes into view.
To slice you up is not enough, he must disfigure you.



3. Man Trap
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

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 knarled.
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 gamkeeper's found without his head.
His body was torn like tissue paper, a hidden peg-leg found years later.



4. Time Bomb
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Perpetual torture, from those we love to hate.
It's meant to be, you can't change fate.

We got a time bomb ..
.. 5-4-3-2-1 go

The time will come when we gotta say no.
Decide ourselves who's friend or foe.

It's in our hands, above your head.
Think carefully or you'll be dead.

It's happened before, been called a traitor.
'Cos we control .. the detonator.



5. Necrophilia

Make love to you your eyes are closed,
your body is rotting it's decomposed.
Your hair straggled in a spider's web ..
you're dead.

No remorse ..
screw the corpse.

Your clothes are in a state of decay,
just like you they're thrown away.
Your body's filled with lava flies,
why oh why did you have to die?

I come and see you every night,
unlike my girl you don't put up a fight.
I'm close to you, put flowers on your tomb
'cause I was born in your womb



6. Hellhole
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

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.



7. I'm The Hunted
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Shivers running down my spine, whose blood I know it's mine ?
I'm a moving target and I can't go home.
Chased forever and a day of my choosing my own way.
I don't wanna forget the things I've done.

I am the hunted ..

No-one's hurt now I've escaped no-one killed and no-one raped.
But I'm the monster they wanna catch.
My kids live alone with a stranger their mother's dead I killed her.
A moment's anger and a life of pain.

Running scared I know my number, I know no joy, only hunger.
I don't want to forget the things I've done.
Remorse regret, it's more than anger everywhere I go there's danger.
I could take my life but still no wife.

Stop and think with my mixed up mind of sanctuary I can find.
Another night like this and I think I'll die.
How can I prove my innocence when this country's run by ignorants ..
as blind and deaf as a newborn child ?



8. Generals

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 ?



9. Catch 23
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

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 23.
Now we're prepared and that's the key.
So we'll survive Catch 23.

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



10. Give Me Fire
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

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.



11. City Baby Attacked By Rats
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

The memory lingers on when you were the same as us.
Three months old a child, still you lived off love and fuss.

City baby, city baby, city baby attacked by rats.

Residing in a squalid place, it can't be too much fun.
Your brain is getting eaten away by the rat living in your skull.

A mutant at the age of one, a human rodent cabbage.
It's hard to think a tiny thing can do that much damage.



12. No Survivors
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

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.



13. Alcohol

You're like a kind of religion,
I see you each night on television.
I can't remember all your names,
I love you running through my veins.

Alcohol, oh alcohol, I love you in my brains.
Acohol, oh alcohol, I never want you again.

I come and see you every night,
take out my purse and i'll buy you a pint .
Would you like another ? No thanks,
tonight i'm wearing incontinence pants.



14. Bell End Bop
Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

I met you at a party, it was 10 pm.
I was outside being sick so I called inside again.
I opened another bottle, but that made 'em feel worse.
I was sick for the second time, it made me shout and curse.

The music played so loud it made my ears pop.
When I went dancing, down at the Bell End Bop.

They were doing it on the tables, they were doing it on the chairs.
They were doing it on the dance floor, they were doing it upstairs.
But the police came and raided the place, said the music was too loud.
I didn't want to get recognized so I mingled with the crowd.

There were people dressed as Batman, they really looked a mess.
Then to my amazement I found it was a fancy dress.
A young girl came up to me she was tall and slim,
had oranges down her bra said she was Nell Gwyn.

There's only one place where you can rock.
Come on, let's go dancing, down at the Bell End Bop.