1. MEGALOMANIA

Watch out John Paul!!!

The Pope says to the atheist in God's name I do swear
You're searching blindly in the dark for something that ain't there
The atheist says to the Pope there ain't no getting round it
You too were searching in the dark for nothing... but you found it

You're all right Jack, ain't gonna look back - megalomaniac

You tell us to give up our wealth to those who are without
To all yours third world victims with you famine and your drought
But tell me Johnny Paul my son, if I should make so bold
Why don't ya donate just one of your robes of silk and gold

You're all right Jack, ain't gonna look back - megalomaniac

Your churches plastered inside out with all that precious gear
Gear which if it was to be sold could dry many a tear
You tour the earth in costly wheels at times you stoop so low
To let some low scum kiss you hand at your mobile ego show

You're all right Jack, ain't gonna look back - megalomaniac

I never pretended to care about all those in need
I never tried to cover up I'm in it just for me
But someday they'll burn your temples down and strip your churches bare
And lynch you from the nearest tree... but I don't think that I'll care...

You're all right Jack, ain't gonna look back - megalomaniac

Pray to God man!


2. PARASITE IN PARADISE

So it's Monday, and a quarter to one and a new day, it's just begun
Get together and head for the door... and I'm guided by a primitive lust
To suck dry the populace, so devious and selfish to the core...

So don't cane my ears 'bout morals and vice
You're just a pawn in my paradise
I'm a parasite in paradise

You make me laugh, 'cos you pump me full, you make me retch you're so gullible
And only death will satisfy my greed... it's such a joke, 'cos I draw you off
Unlike a leech, you can't burn me off, but it's bread, it ain't blood that I need...

So don't cane my ears 'bout morals and vice
You're just a pawn in my paradise
I'm a parasite in paradise

It's such a shame 'cos you'll never learn, who are you?.. that's ain't my concern
All I need's your attention and your wealth... you're like a drip feed sticking in my arm
Don't say a word and just cross my palm, and keep donating to my anti-health

So don't cane my ears 'bout morals and vice
You're just a pawn in my paradise
I'm a parasite in paradise


3. CALLING THE SHOTS

Alarms are hanging off the walls
On this our glorious day
Violated Miss Needlework
Cos she got in the way
And the headmaster is quaking
With a compass at his balls
A scrotum full of clotted blood
Invalidates his rules, his rules

Calling the shots

And Mr. Fit the gym teacher
Is flexing off his jaw
The janitor is strapped to his desk
Inside his burning store
And down there in the tuck shop
Leghorn and Jesus Hate
Stick tequila in the pepsi
And cut sherbet with sulphate, with sulphate