- Drop Dead
With midnight hair of the bluest black
Shimmering like a raven's back
A quaint cliche with a pretty face
A angel born to fall from grace
Drop dead! On the dancefloor
Drop dead!
Drop dead! On the dancefloor
- Girls'N'Boys
Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday
Love in the 90's
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
- He Loves Me Not
I'm so sick of this emotion, and the torment that it brings
Drawn in by its illusion... Just a song the siren sings
I've crashed full force upon your shores
I am strewed upon your beach
I hold your body close to me, But your heart is out of reach
She loves me, she loves me not...
It's tearing me apart
- Sex Beat
some wear leather, some wear lace
some wear makeup on their face
some are young, some are old
some too hot, some too cold
some are poor, some are rich
some so lonely, and some they bitch
some are lovers some friends in bed
- Sleepless Nights
I sometimes close my eyes for hours but never fall asleep -
I'm so jealous of your peacefull state and of the dreams you keep -
I stare at walls and out through windows, so deep into the night -
As shadows shift and shapes emerge, fall in and out of sight -
My body's asleep but my mind's still working -
All through the night I'm tossing and turning -
Oh you dont know this silent torture; frustration that I feel -
A million sleepless night I've prayed this nightmare cant be real
- Whitch Hunt
Burn witch, burn witch, burn burn burn...
It's in the Puritan's pride
With the innocent who died
It's in the Nazi youth
With their ignorant truth
It's in the Catholic church
With their false self worth
- Witch Hunt
It's in the Puritan's pride with the innocent who died -
It's in the Nazi youth with their ignorant truth -
It's in the Catholic church with their false self worth - It's the blind leading the blind -
time after time after time -
And it's always the same -
Everybody needs somebody to blame -
It's in the Christian extreme who have tainted the dream - It's in the militant mind with their battles to find -
It's in the quick to judge who always carry a grudge -