Democrator

    Who opened the door for the democrator?
    and how come he let in the market-conquistadors?
    Why is he acting as if he has something to hide?
    The privilege of the stupid is to be taken for a ride.

    Gloomy working days
    bright TV nights
    There's a world ahead
    We can all see its lights
    And the road there starts
    on the other side
    of the screen where life is
    endless Mercedes rides

    Who opened the door for the democrator?
    and how come he let in the market-conquistadors?
    Why is he acting as if he has something to hide?
    The privilege of the stupid is to be taken for a ride.

    So we smashed the screen
    but it all went black
    We tore down that wall
    and we all were sacked
    The fruits of KDW
    we were too small to reach
    The only thing we got
    was freedom of speech

    Who opened the door for the democrator?
    and how come he let in the market-conquistadors?
    Why is he acting as if he has something to hide?
    The privilege of the stupid is to be taken for a ride.

    HAPPY EVER AFTER IN DEUTSCHNEYLAND
    HAPPY EVER AFTER IN DEUTSCHNEYLAND
    HAPPY EVER AFTER IN DEUTSCHNEYLAND
    (repeat)


    The Ethno-Surge

    Nature
    Splatter
    Kinship
    Mating

    I am the speaker
    I am nothing but the speaker
    I follow my kin
    Logic kills by purity
    This is the truth
    as reduced to pecking order
    Who's my neighbour
    Cleanliness is in demand

    Force in an easterly defection - NOW
    Mating little despot's machinations
    Cause for unnatural selection
    Otherness oblation
    - NOW

    Arbitrator
    as we distribute our logic
    I lead my kin
    Ethno-surgery requires
    an equal pound
    from the rotting flesh of nations
    Who's your neighbour?
    now become what I have been

    Force in an easterly defection - NOW
    Mating little despot's machinations
    Cause for unnatural selection
    Otherness oblation
    - NOW


    Community

    Erase all borders, cultural esperanto
    Let the people be paupers and the customer king
    A stable market exclusive for cosmopolitical elites
    may the plebs all be ethnic - they will fight, we will sing:

    Peace
    Wealth
    Growth
    Progress

    How many poor do we need to prosper?
    How much starvation to make GNP rise?
    Why are we sliding into hell when they are pointing at heaven?
    Let Europe recollect what must be done with bourgeois lies:

    Peace
    Growth
    Wealth
    Profit

    War
    War

    Crisis, war, reconstruction
    Crisis, war, reconstruction

    To keep on climbing you have to fall to the ground
    Growth not wealth brings the world to go round


    Aerie

    Call ages of extortion
    Hail champions of conversion
    Sail mountain ridge and ocean
    Fall - pounce on every portion

    Rule demon over supplier
    More ravenous extraction
    Your indigence our surfeit
    Tool - scoffing democration
    CLAWS

    All over the world the carcasses of cultures drowned in civilization
    Crawl over the world our cheap seductive virulent commodification

    Lords of secular commandment
    Their tyrants our contractors
    Heir - mortgage all improvement
    Force - assets turned to outlet
    CLAWS

    All over the world our godly politics of friendly intervention
    Crawl over the world our avid kindness and exorbitant pretensions

    All our self-development and counterpolar under-education
    All our cardio-vascular expenditure for their infectious deprivation


    Bleed/Burn

    The Czar went down to Catherine City
    When peasants clamp in feeble things are trampled down
    Is the flesh of a symbol-doomed worth any pity?
    Did the rituals bring the force unto the imposter's crown?

    Scenes from the cycle of life and of death under God

    Some of your sons bleed
    some of us burn
    You make us and we make you
    This is what we get in return

    Master, the power we yielded is fading away
    The bunker's dug deep but they've been knocking a million times
    I formed your fire into an all-embracing light
    When dawn breaks I will come with you into the night

    Scenes from the cycle of life and of death under God

    Some of your sons bleed
    some of us burn
    You use us and we use you
    We only live to learn

    (Repeat)

    Some of your sons bleed
    some of us burn
    You make us and we make you
    This is what we get in return


    Morticide

    Their voices
    I writhe
    Bereft of silence
    My soul can't hide
    I cower
    No rule applies
    my former masters
    now dethroned

    Sounds of laughter     - pandemonic
    Panic isthmus     - sinking vessel
    Vestal maggots     - Mackie messrs.
    Mesmerizing     - claustrophonic

    Seething untenable marriage
    worship refurled - Caster
    Shadowless tortuous ferriage
    from fancy to world - Caster

    CASTER
    CASTER

    Misfortune
    unfolds
    I think your mettle
    will lose its hold
    This carnage
    now best denied
    No former masters
    Morticide


    Worms

    All bonds that God ties
    man is master to tear apart
    All crop on God's made land
    man is master to sow and reap
    All deaths worms die
    man is master to engineer
    And the bliss of freedom glimmers like gold
    empty the cast, melt the mold

    The worms of God
    The worms of God

    We've torn away your spear, God
    This is the sacrament to show it
    It's the bread of liberation
    and the wine of celebration
    In the gloom of gluttony, lust takes its toll
    Its hold is stronger than of the gods of old

    The worms of God
    The worms of God
    The worms


    Pinhole View

    Are you covered? Are you under this stone?
    Can I call you? Can I see you alone?
    Will you show up? Is it your place or mine?
    Are we friendly? - what you seek you shall find

    Seven road blocks
    Prom tonight
    Polka mini
    Obscurity defenestration

    Old fame reclaimed
    for straighter roads and rule by force
    New age of rage
    of bias and uncivil wars

    Now it always starts from the bottom when it comes to boil
    and our history always runs upon the foil
    And we always wish that the future shall be born without pain
    but everybody wants to drive our train

    In the gutter we can settle the score
    but you don't know whom you settle it for
    All around you is the enemy you dread
    and your vision is a map of your head

    A million toad halls
    The table's set
    Marble cake
    the princess on the pea is raging

    Old fame reclaimed
    for straighter roads and rule by force
    New age of rage
    of bias and uncivil wars

    Are you covered? Are you under this stone?
    Can I call you? Can I see you alone?
    Will you show up? Is it your place or mine?
    Undercurrent of the nation's decline


    The Whole World

    The curse of freedom bears the plague of splintered truth
    One God becomes a million and then they all become fraud
    Kneel down to be righteous, kneel down for the Lord
    Kneel down for the hero, kneel down for the sword
    Masses turn marches, youth clashes, crusades
    The rabble's left for soldiers and sluts for the maids

    A whole world
    A whole world
    If a cause is false it's at least a cause
    The faith in a lord is its own reward in a whole world

    And in the corner of my eye I see the plains of Waco
    I can see Jones in the jungle and youth marching in Berlin
    I can see truth resurrected by lies and by force
    I see a thousand new heroes waging a thousand new wars
    I see belief in conspiracies, some of old and some are new
    Making order out of chaos, but then the blood is coming through
    and the vision is blurred and the screams are consumed
    by roaring skies and the world is entombed

    A whole world
    A whole world
    If a cause is false it's at least a cause
    The faith in a master is its own reward in a whole world

    A whole world
    A whole world
    It's the blood of our youth that must be sacrificed
    so that the evil of freedom can be exorcised


    God Told Me To

    Music by Fred Matatquin
    Lyrics by Kyle Toucher

    (Dr Know)

    Thursday morning at 7 a.m.
    a young boy found dead in a garbage can
    When apprehended the police asked why
    "God told me to" was my reply

    Voluntary manslaughter
    Killing in the heat of passion
    by another's command
    Killing for God

    In my room a dog lies dead
    a crucifix pounded through his head
    I hung him high to drain his blood
    God told me that I should

    Voluntary manslaughter
    Killing in the heat of passion
    by another's command
    Killing for God

    Pieces of granma litters the den
    God please don't let me kill again
    please don't whisper to me no more
    another will fight the holy war

    Voluntary manslaughter
    Killing in the heat of passion
    by another's command
    Killing for God

    God told me to
    God told me to
    God told me to
    so it must be right

     
    The original song is from:
    Dr Know: Plug-In Jesus
    Ghetto-Way Records GTO MINI LP 3301
    Recorded Feb 1984 in Hollywood, CA
    © Doug Moody Productions 1984


    Dipstick

    The stone of the wise tricks your eyes
    it's another breaktrough in homiletics
    There's been an attempt on ordinary lives
    illfare administered by social medics

    Unlike Deutschneyland after dark
    here is science without failure
    Non-existent species in Cretaceous Park
    a freer market meticulously tailored
    We need night observation devices
    We need new methods to set the prices
    We need means to handle incorporate thugs
    We need a name for every bug

    We're host to parasitic inorganic tissue
    so oil prospecting is not the issue
    There's inexhaustible competition
    with footmen at home with foreign missions
    But their halos crumbles under the weight
    of their private real estates
    We've got artificial stupidity
    now what could be done about exergy?

    Well, in Deutschneyland after dark
    there is science without failure
    Non-existent species in Cretaceous Park
    a freer market meticulously tailored
    We need night observation devices
    We need new methods to set the prices
    We need means to handle incorporate thugs
    We need a name for every bug


    The House That Man Built

    A palace of crystal on a postament of slime
    Rule of refinement, rats in the cellar
    restless and climbing as slime and mud come flooding
    Grace greased by ingratitude and greed
    by a despicable debris of delinquence and debauchery
    The palace is of crystal, but the postament is slime

    House man built
    House man built

    This house was built, God is dead
    Dead is gone, God is gone
    No body was found, unstable ground
    but the house was built

    Throw out the ballast and the vessel will be faster
    The called are overcrowding the market,
    Let the chooser be the market, and the loosers
    - we'll wall out all the loosers
    and those amongst us who turned foul, they're growing more for every hour
    The rich are getting richer and the poor begin to steal
    as multiplied police force feels more righteous than welfare programs
    Gaps widening till it all bursts asunder
    Threw out the ballast and the vessel went under

    House man built
    House man built

    This house was built, God is dead
    Dead is gone, God is gone
    No body was found, unstable ground
    but the house was built

    The scene is set for a grand new war
    This war is final - no new markets to explore
    This war will transport us through the door
    when all is fire, God will set the score

    House man built - Man built
    House man built - Man built