ninth

NEW SPARTANS

Domestication hides the facts

Affluence soothes wounds of weak minds

Scholars glut their thoughts with books

Go ahead, try to think for yourself!

New Spartans were born for today

Sophistication begs the cause

Influence fools, meaningless laws

Your nemesis eschews disguise

A needle of truth in a haystack of lies

New Spartans were born for today

ALSO WATCHED

A change in sun a different heat that sought control of the earth

Task that couldn’t serve this light of any useful purpose

A curse from far and long toyed mortals trapped on a planet

Also watched by night

Setting away, at least for the day;

Struggling escapes, outside in the darkness

Others make no attempt, for tired from the blaze

A new enemy found; spy of the sun, a second eye, its satellite

Also watched by night

By quantum ray, a new command that UFOs deliver

Fire and light from out of sight of any surface dweller

A beast that hunts its mortal prey

Says, “Homo Sapiens' had his day!”

Also watched by night

SCIENCE'S FICTION

Dream to be modern, human toil replaced

Technology build a panacea, “Acquire leisure labour-free”

But a mechanical appetite, “Machine has its maintenance”

When I hear that mellifluous voice

I know it’s ‘Science’s fiction’

Wake to the nightmare, human souls displaced

Optical-fiber sorcery, an all-devouring cybernet

But the robotic-stratagem lies encased in perspex!

When I hear that mellifluous voice

I know it’s ‘Science’s fiction’

THE LIVING DEAD

It doesn’t matter what you think

It doesn’t matter what you say

The superficial seem to be having their way

What will you do instead?

Take a stance with the living dead!

It doesn’t matter where you look

It doesn’t matter where you go

The disenchanted turn you inside-out

Instead of leaving you alone

Take a stance with the living dead!

It doesn’t matter what you want

It doesn’t matter what you get

The status quo won’t waver

So have another fuckin’ cigarette

Take a stance with the living dead!

SEX TOY

She’s shaking up the Congress

The papers just can’t wait

Want to print her picture

Expose some head of state

They’re calling it a scandal

For her, it’s won acclaim

He’s gone into seclusion

Hiding from the shame

Sex toy! Sex toy! Sex toy!

She’s testifying nightly

On CNN reports

Prostitution likely

Assorted tabloid sports

They’re calling her a madame

In motels, Supreme Courts

The Senate’s in a shambles

The House is out of sorts

Sex toy! Sex toy! Sex toy!

BORED WITH THE BOYS

Put your female counterpart on a pedestal

Doing things you wouldn’t even do for yourself

Got your 3-piece suit and it’s dinner for two

And you think it’s gonna be another one-night stand

But it’s you who’s gonna be another notch on the belt

Bored, bored with the boys

Candlelight at night time to burn a few bills

Take your wages out to buy a few thrills

Motor club and drinks, then it’s back to your flat

And you think it’s gonna be another one-night stand

But it’s you who’s gonna be another notch on the belt

Bored, bored with the boys

DEGENERATE

You think this attitude of mine won’t last

My later life will be religious pap

Not everyone just burns out

Responsibilities are just a dead-end degenerate

Degenerate

You resent what what I do

Thinking my way is just an escape

Staying drunk is a typical condition

Spending money whenever I have it

Degenerate

Tell me to grow up, it’s useless

Age borders none to this feeling

Degenerate

PUNK 1301

Sagebrush city rumble in an imitation

Single-star state shining over its capitol scheme

The Britons are too far away to penalize your crime

But I’ll be in your tower, bullet every clown

The fools who attend Punk 1301

Black-hearted assessment, his toxic obligation

Austin armageddon, it’s own Seattle scene

The Britons are too far away to penalize your crime

But I’ll be in your tower, bullet every clown

The fools who attend Punk 1301

SOCIETY CRISIS

Mass-production, self-destruction, synthetic surrogated

Assimilated into a brand

Corporate corruption, fixed elections, ecological disruption

Gurus getting rich off our land

Arms race, escalation, industrial obsolescence

Farmers’ credit getting out of hand

Society crisis, society crisis, society crisis

AIDS inspection, no inspection, blood supply contamination

Homophobics panic the crowd

War obsession, special session, generational recession

Third world coming soon to your town

Drive-by executions, zero tolerance, prosecution

What the fuck, we’re Houston proud!

Society crisis, society crisis, society crisis

Mass-production, self-destruction, synthetic surrogated

Assimilated into a brand

Corporate corruption, fixed elections, ecological disruption

Gurus getting rich off our land

Arms race, escalation, industrial obsolescence

Farmers’ credit getting out of hand

Society crisis, society crisis, society crisis

DOWN AND OUT

You’re always looking for attention

Think you’ve got something I need

Why don’t you stop this pretension?

Find you someone else to bleed!

That’s why you’re in so much trouble

Don’t you ever feel ashamed?

One of these days...

Noone’s gonna play your games

Down... and... out!!!

You’re always hurting for money

Making so many demands

Why don’t you stop acting horny

I’ve gotten wise to your plans

That’s why you’re in so much trouble

Don’t you ever feel ashamed?

One of these days...

Noone’s gonna play your games

Down... and... out!!!

SO WHAT IF YOUR MOTHER KICKS ME IN THE NUTS?

Naive brats play each day

Messing with the young at hand

Pubescent smiles turn to cramps

Get back to your bible school

So what if your mother kicks me in the nuts

Parental discretion was the word

Words I speak will be heard

Sitting in your easy chair

Now you’ve done it, wet in your pants

So what if your mother kicks me in the nuts

XENOPHOBIA

The wind is filled with caution

Scented with mistrust

Reselling of our foreign aid

Wracks at society’s patience

I’m never occupied by your tourist consumerism

Xenophobia with their different ways

Can’t understand what they’re trying to say

The immigration quotas

Soon will be filled

Wretched refuse teeming shore

Exiles and defectors

Begging at my golden door

But I don’t have to answer

Xenophobia with their different ways

Can’t understand what they’re trying to say

MAD NEIGHBORHOOD

The efficiency of routine has become confinement

And many go restless on their own regrets

And they seek cheap reconciliation

Just to ease some of their own contempt

Mad neighborhood makes the rich nervous

The machinery of state demands a gulag

A Stalinesque Manifest Destiny

A bitter cup without constitution

No time lost in judicial subtlety

Mad neighborhood makes the rich nervous

REIGN OF TERROR

Balance your designs on subjugated ground

Sporadic targeting air their demands

Covert radicals take refuge in asylum

Allies’ reluctance afraid of reprisal

Reign of terror, we won’t give in

Radically self-aware, decidedly deranged

Incarcerated on a disembodied plane

Destiny allows you one last breath

Such a consequence, such a small word war

Reign of terror, we won’t give in

CITY ON ICE

She said, “I gotta get away”

She said, “To find a better place”

Do you think that I will find it as well?

Thousands of people, frozen in the city

Thousands of people, in ability

Do you think they even have a choice?

Try to move on the city on ice

Ice

Try to move on the city on ice

Ice

Try to move on the city on ice

I said, “We’ll make a clean escape

‘fore we’re old, and eaten up with hate!

Get out of this occupied territory!”

Thousands of people, prisoners in the city

Crowds of people, culpability

Do you think they understand their state?

Try to move on the city on ice

Ice

Try to move on the city on ice

Ice

Try to move on the city on ice

HOUSTON (originally by Dean Martin)

It’s lonesome in this old town

Everybody puts me down

I’m a face without a name

Just walking in the rain

Going back to Houston, Houston, Houston

I got holes in both of my shoes

I’m a walking case of the blues

Saw a dollar yesterday

But the wind blew it away

Going back to Houston, Houston, Houston

I haven’t eaten in about a week

I’m so hungry, when I walk I squeak

Nobody calls me friend

It’s sad the shape I’m in

Going back to Houston, Houston, Houston

I got a girl waiting there for me

Well, at least she said she’d be

I got a home and a big, warm bed

And a feather pillow for my head

Going back to Houston, Houston, Houston

RECORDED 7 NOVEMBER 1995