FIRST STRIKE

Who needs a civil defense

When you got a good offense

SS20, SS30, who keeps count?

When you’re down and dirty

Civilization is no trouble

Once you reduce your foe to rubble

I’m in my hideaway

While missiles take the East away

All the peacenicks had their say

Listen to my boombox play

First hand on the trigger rules the Earth

First strike

All that’s left for all it’s worth

First strike

It’s the end of an era

Down falls the German wall

Military’s poised and ready

To act upon a call

Who will be the first to die?

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!!!

TEENAGE PSYCHOPATH

At the age of seventeen

You thought you knew it all

Sex, drugs, & alcohol

Thought you’d done it all!

Hanging out on the streets each day

Think you made some friends

Fags, beggars, hookers, thieves

I see them as your end!

Teenage psychopath

Mommy’s little brat

Daddy’s little heart attack!

HOT SPOT

My local hot spot ain’t  your jukebox

Spit your politics on drunken breath

Not much better when you’re sober

Go loiter someone else’s  place

Don’t come around here

If you’re bored and lonely

And if you ain’t got nothing better to do

Your ill-gotten gains

Short-term rewards

Soon have back for more

OUTSIDE THE LAW

Get your kicks from smoking crack

Got a monkey on your back

Do nothing with your time

Heading for a life of crime

Selling of your methadone

That you got at the clinic

Robbing  Peter to pay Paul

Don’t you feel really small?

ANOTHER WAR

Even after countless dead

You encourage more bloodshed

It’ll be against our will

When you send us off to kill

And the toll is growing higher

Until the Earth’s a funeral pyre

We don’t want another war

SHUT UP

All you do is run your mouth

Complain, complain, complain

Give up those excuses, none of them explain

Used to have some friends

Who liked to come around

Now they go somewhere else

Because you just bring them down

Shut up, lady, don’t you think you’ve said enough

You don’t think that you really sound so tough

JUNKYARD GANG II

Pushed their buttons

Fired their weapons

Annihilated the Earth of the human race

A destiny of pain and ruin

With no compense after its doing

Condemned below the surface

By a pointless victory

The epitaph of a planet

Deemed to infamy

No hope to survive

Only fleeting remorse

DEAD OR ALIVE

Preachers want to ruin your life

Fill your head with their advice

Think that they have got the right

But they never saw the light

Think you’d better leave me be

Because your words don’t work in me

No will to live, too young to die

Nothing to lose, dead or alive

YANKEE JUGGERNAUT

Could’ve stayed at home

But he’s out stolen a car

Riding around, taking the blocks

Different people come to score

Yankee juggernaut, in my car

Yankee juggernaut, go far

Yankee juggernaut, in my car

Killing with the wheels of a car

APATHY

Politicians make their claims

Voters feel it’s all in vain

Makes no difference, one or other

Some of us don’t even bother

I’m so fucking sick of apathy

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

You resent 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

RAW MEAT CLEAVE

I don’t mean I can’t see

But I cleave

Raw meat cleave

Can’t believe

That it’s me

Now it’s grinding up my sleeve

Raw meat cleave

Look at me

Raw meat cleave

                                                       RECORDED 1 MARCH 1992