1. 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.



2. 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 ?



3. Wardogs

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

We're a bunch of desperados, a brave and fearless crew.
We will work for anyone, we'll even work for you.

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.
Money is the cause we fight for

We don't mind facing the dangers, when we're fighting for strangers.
Have no conscience who we kill as long as you can foot the bill.

We'll get your country out of any crisis, as long as you can meet our prices.
We just kill and then get out, march into battle hear us shout.



4. Slut

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

I wanted you cause of your bust .
And now I want a night of lust.
Can't wait around here anymore.
So take me home you dirty whore.

Slut, slut ..
Dirty bitch

I've had too many pints of poison,
now I wanna try your pants on.
I don't care if you're really crude,
I wanna see you in the nude.

Suppose you think it's fun to. tease.
Spread around social disease
Don't care how many you have had.
Just lie down I want it bad.

You think you look pretty cute.
Black and shiny diving suit.
High heels with a nine inch spike.
Something about you I know I like.



5. 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.



6. Gunned Down

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

An easy job but it went wrong, I could not understand.
But how could they stop me with this magnum in my hand ?

Just a kid now he always will be.
Gunned down gunned down.
Fell like a stone in a war of his own.

It can blow a hole in a steel door it can blow a hole in you.
It can blow the guts out of any cop, but then what would I do ?

The blood is spilt it burns my eyes a pain I cannot bear.
I'm lying in the gutter crying in despair.

So I've failed in my quest of crime my one and only vice.
Gunned down by a sniper, for trying to improve my life.



7. I Am 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. 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.



9. The Prayer Of A Realist

Original Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

There's no one up there there never was.
Only in vain is there a god.
There's too much suffering for him to be ..
an almighty power, a heavenly being.

My god, your god, whose god, there is no god ?

The fabric of prophet's ages old.
Drones on and gathers mould.
Gets a weekly airing from a fool on high.
Who talks and talks till his throat's dry.

A fund for a roof with a hole.
It's the money they'll save not your soul.
Persistant begging from men of the cloth.
Refuse his offer and see his wrath.

The weak ones kneel to him they pray.
"Oh saviour come back someday".
Sinning whilst waiting for a sign.
I deny him he's yours not mine.



10. Passenger On The Menu

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

They shocked the world cause they wanted to live.
They had no food, no alternative.
Lost in the snow weak in the mind.
Starving and cold ate their own kind.

Had no choice, lost and alone.
Eat the flesh, spit out the bone.

Malnutrition was setting in.
They needed protein and a will to win.
Cannibalism the only way ..
the logical answer to live another day.

A code of conduct they must go by.
No sign of help coming from the sky.
How much longer can they survive ..
with only human flesh to keep them alive ?



11. Heavy Discipline

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

The adrenaline flows as the shadow grows.
Footsteps clatter and my teeth chatter.

They're here again to administer.
Heavy discipline, is everyone listening ?
Heavy discipline, no one should be listening.

You'll get a gut feeling as they send you reeling.
You'll feel the heat as they knock you off your feet.

There's no escape .. from this social rape.
You've gotta pay, being young today.

So the pressure's on and the freedom's gone.
The line gets thin with all this discipline.



12. Boston Babies

Words & Music: Rossi, Barret

Just met a girl down in Boston, I asked her for her name.
Said she wouldn't tell me for she was ashamed but I know.

Boston baby, Boston baby, why you so scared, why ?
Boston baby, Boston baby, I'm gonna take you high

You better stop your crying girl and jump into my car.
Said you want overkill, me and you will go far.

Boston baby, Boston baby, now you've got it made.
Boston baby, Boston baby, your carriages are paid.

Boston baby, Boston baby, walking down the street.
Boston baby, Boston baby, you'll knock them off their feet.



13. 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.