Kickin' up the dust clouds here we go,
out to the Wild West.
Ride the ferry as the sun goes down,
carrying on the quest.
But on the way back all's not well,
there's an incident on deck.
Big brave bullies with CS gas,
tried to break the kids neck.
Big brave bullies with CS gas,
tried to break the kids neck.
Pass the axe an' I'll show you justice,
pass the axe an' I'll show you what's right.
Pass the axe an' I'll show you justice,
your blocking freedom out of sight.
Pass the axe and I'll take a slice.
When a rat is cornered a rat fights back,
with all the strength he's got.
Shut yourself in the toilet boys and pray it has a lock.
Lights they're a flashin', it's a ten-0-four,
there's trouble in the dock.
Abuse your power an' you'll pay the price,
impounded in asbestos.
Abuse your power an' you'll pay the price,
impounded in asbestos.
Abuse your power an' you'll pay the price,
impounded in asbestos.
Hydro - electric city,
Twentieth Century state.
Ultrasonic people,
Nihilistic hate.
Only six arrests that night,
it's not what you'd call a riot.
And now upon the Western Front,
everything is quiet.
The accused stood up, then sat down,
they ain't done nothing wrong.
And to commemorate their actions,
we dedicate this song.
And to commemorate their actions,
we dedicate this song.
There's a brand new terror riding in the sky,
unseen errors that ain't no surprise.
You can't get off, nowhere to hide,
strap yourself in, it's gonna' be rough ride.
Captain Chaos at the control,
doing loop de loop and aerobatic rolls.
The black box is going into overtime,
they're calling out numbers ..
.. I think this one's mine.
Goin' first class, so we're jumpin' the queue,
there there's a bang like an engine's blew.
The orange horizon is where we wanna' go,
not thirty five thousand feet below.
The hostess is worried, ain't serving no junk,
"If I die I wanna' die drunk".
The Captain's cool, says it's the norm,
"Hold on tight, we're going through a storm".
'Cus it's safer than walking - FOR SURE,
safer than crawling - ON ALL FOURS.
Even safer than driving a tank,
but it seems to me like walking a plank.
When we got on we were already high,
only had shades to protect our eyes.
Get the ground light on 'fore we hit town,
we've had enough and we wanna' get down.
I'm in the wrong place, my face doesn't fit,
and I said "Motherfucker" when the bullet hit.
I bit on deep, I bit on hard,
all we got left now are memories and scars.
Think you're hard done by ?
at least you're alive.
See the guy checkin' out of Room 705.
Checkin' out now, checkin out the (Rat Race baby).
The squeakers are coming, contagious appeal,
I've had enough now, how do you feel ?
The shotguns are scary, the fireworks are fun,
Every day we take a call,
then another curtain call.
You were there, when I needed a place to crash,
I had no money, you gave me all your cash.
You're my burning sun in my darkest hour,
you're the problems I can't solve.
Soaking up all your radiation, it's around you I revolve.
You cleanse my soul when you mop my brow.
Your sweet flesh is what I need ..
I cut myself and see you bleed.
For your love I have a greed,
I cut myself and see you bleed (on the razors edge).
It's dark and I'm desperate, I'm broke and I'm hungry.
It's cold and I'm freezing, It's hot and I'm sweating.
You don't get pity in a cut throat world,
go and live in the city and find yourself a girl.
Make sure she's pretty and you like her curves,
but you don't pity in a cut throat world.
You've picked me up every time I've fallen down,
mended my bones when they've cracked .. without a sound.
You balance my scales when they start to tip, if the level ever drops.
Filling my head with point blank advice,
pulling me back on top.
Psychosis of the mind will be the death of us all,
your brain's screaming from the depths of hell,
loud and ringing like a clarion call,
and the clanging of the mission bell.
There's fighting on the left, fighting on the right,
there'll be no more fighting,
when we're all blown out of sight.
There's faith, there's hope, and there's charity,
it begins at home that's what you never see.
There's rich there's poor, and there's tragedy,
when will it end when will it end ?
Education's what you need not a brand new gun,
.. ready, load, aim, fire.
The devil of serenity thinks it's fun,
gotcha building your own funeral pyre.
You're told to march, told how to feel,
hot knives, cold cold steel.
Your cruel black eyes,
make my skin crawl.
And I trust you,
as far as I could throw you.
You're like a square peg fitting in a round hole,
live today, you belong in the past.
Beating on your chest with your blind faith,
total a headless chicken, it's a real blast.
Not the only ones to ever see a disaster,
shrouds covered in the dust of alabastor
I've seen the carnage that you've caused,
smelt the power you've absorbed.
Been a witness to every crime,
and I'm dissatisfied all the time.
I wonder how you can sleep at night,
you're slumping to an all new record height.
You won't be forgotten for a long time,
you had your pound of flesh now Iwant mine.
We've got a hero,
we have a laugh.
He wears a yellow tartan scarf, a sense of humour.
He's a real star see Rupert in a fridge too far.
Contempt for wealth is all you breed,
construct a conscience for all your greed.
Your restrictions they cut me deep,
and when you demise, I will not weep.
But life goes on they can't touch your mind,
you're the scourge of all mankind.
Now I ain't no portrait, I don't fly no flag,
you're the ambassador of hate, a diplomatic bag
Slap on the sanctions,
show us some grit.
You've built your fence, now sit on it.
I hope all your dreams, go up in smoke,
'cause he who laughs last, didn't get the joke.
The Fridge connection
The Fridge connection II
Fridge on the River Kwai
Heartbreak Fridge
A Fridge on Elm Street
Friday I, II .. III
The last little Fridge in Texas
One flew over the Fridge
There's a time, there's a place,
it seems familiar now, but not the face.
The eyes are mean, without a soul,
I find myself looking up from a down a hole.
Reason skips me, see through eyes of red,
pumpin' my heart, pounding my head.
My senses are shell-shocked, hanging in a net,
I guess I walked straight into a fist of regret,
.. regret, regret ..
.. I walked into a fist of regret.
The agony, the esctasy,
I feel I've had it all.
But now I'm standing tall,
gotta' keep on goin'.
Else I won't see tomorrow.
I guess I'll have to keep my bruises,
and be known as the one who loses.
Stopped in my tracks, the anchors on,
all my motivation gone.
Pick it up, lay it down,
an' promise that I'll be a 'good' hound.
We gotta' keep on goin',
else we won't see no tomorrow.
My memory's still intact,
just my sould that's been ransacked.
I once believed, all girls are nice,
but listen to me, take my advice.
You've gotta get yourself on the right track,
'cus finding a good girl, Boy,
is like finding .. a needle in a haystack,
.. .. a needle in a haystack.
Those girls are sly, slick and shy,
don't ever let them get ya with their starry eyes.
They tell that their love is true,
and then they walk all over you.
You should know these things it's a natural fact.
You better look before you leap,
still water sometimes turns very deep.
Feel your love is sure,
but your just their past-time lover.
Know these things off the bat.
In the city of madness, I'm just another face,
but they know right where I am,
gotta leave this place.
Hiding in the subway, I don't like it down here,
rats are coming after me, they can smell my fear.
I'm in a fix, can't you tell,
living in this high rise hell.
Got the clouds for company,
terra ferma is the place to be.
In the city of chrome and steel,
they've got axes to grind.
I'm looking straight ahead of me,
but they're coming up from below.
Try an' escape to the sky but I got my vertigo blues,
running out of time and luck,
wearing dead mens shoes.
They're twenty floor below,
twenty floor below.
I can see the whites of their eyes,
and they're coming to get me.
In the city of angels underneath the desert moon,
I may seem in control right now,
but it's them who's calling the tune.
Turn to face my killers,
now turn and confront my fear.
There's a shadow on the wall, everything is clear.
In the city where the motto is "Forward",
I feel right at home.
And I never can settle down, no matter where I roam.
Fidget bouncing off the wall,
finding we got no cheese.
Check the answerphone,
and a little more petrol please.
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