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Working Towards The Fuhrer

by Frazer King

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1.
An old man from London dilutes you it suits you You're told don't be bold In a box you can grow then grow old Shut the lid then go cold A rusted Adonis will make you his promise To go all the way With a fortune of taxable pay So boys what what do you say? Spoon-fed a bone just one hit we need When it's taken away, what obscure lives we'll lead And we've nothing to say, we forgot to pay heed That the contract states clear Do not fear the dotted line...just sign Contract obligation will make you impatient On a conveyor belt In a waiting room clones hang about For avoidance of doubt They'll prim you, they'll trim you for a fabulous debut Then you're pushed out the door To the meager applause we detest Cos' you're just like the rest Spoon-fed a bone just one hit we need When it's taken away, we can grovel and plead And they'll get their way, when we're down on our knees Because the contract states clear Do not fear the dotted line...just sign I know I'm not insured to return this favour to you But now we are indebted how could I ever refuse My knees are bleeding raw, my throat sore Did I do it wrong? Open wide and don't let your pride project Till you've swallowed it whole, son; There was once a time when you'd fit in my pocket When I pulled back my purse string you'd spit out the coin Now my sack is bulging with gross network profit It's time I recoup rotten fruit of my loins With everyone abusing till moldy then bruising The formula is already there to be sold With influences waning or ripe at my choosing The youth is no good to me when it gets old
2.
When I first observed upon my perch My tree was tied up to a hearse My tether slack I took off flight And now I go out every night Is there no one out there willing to listen? This generation seems to be missing - Something new for me Pet hates drove me cuckoo I nearly flew around the bend I was always spitting feathers at the cagers who pretend That anthropology is progress but who is watching them? My perforated notebook with a shotgun for a pen The pressure that I'm under now is oh so atmospheric! But if I returned to that rotting branch I now I would regret it But something's pulling on my wings gravity am I seeing things? I've given up the Holy Ghost demoted to a watching post But the funny thing about the youth today is the vast majority Will go out dancing in a line because they're empty inside Trying to find a new identity And when they finally decide who it is they are By Christ they've got to get ahead And when the crows pick their bones for an ounce of sense I'll wheel my barrow shouting; Bring out yer dead
3.
I raped your mother then kissed her cold cheek But lost all affection when I heard her speak If Joseph gets home to find I'm not alone My lipstick must not smear my frown Then he walked through the door dropped his tools on the floor Agape with a curious look stood unsure 'So you must be His Impotency Who Mary speaks fondly about' The Name of the Father is almost a clue Conceived in the time it takes for a lie To seek out the truth and destroy what it finds Way down on a landslide I left you to rot Distinguished by thorns on your crown I forgot; Your urges like a Siberian chill Tore families apart through their own free will Your Father is not only present in name Forsakened my alias God was to blame The truth is Son I'd hoped you'd run The family business well I was just a humble salesman working door to door Your impending birth assured recruitment to the cause The Name of the Father is almost a clue Conceived in the time it takes for a lie To seek out the truth and destroy what it finds
4.
Sail A Boat 04:06
We sailed on a boat overseas To bring people to their knees And make our country proud On Zulu plains we spat upon foreign names Where plain Drummer Hodge was slain The battle snare still sounds And we raise our caps to the Queen and the diplomats We never doubt the facts Bound by duties deeds And we make no qualms with the Church of England psalms There's never blood on our palms Only dirty nails We sailed on a boat overseas To bring people to their knees And make our country proud... We sailed a boat... When we step out of our door We always try to help the poor We offer them our cultured laws And pray they follow the rules But if they happen to decline The foolish mark of savage swine We lock them up to give them time To pray and follow the rules Throughout forever repeats come free A storm will always break a tree For ten more to rise and take it's place The seed that conquers has no face But as sure as the wind the King's throne is never empty But until that day there will never be plenty Because the foolish temperament of charity is sure To take from the poor and give to the poor Long live the King Kneel and kiss his ring, singing; Long live the King
5.
Pea Factory 08:08
If you dare to dream then entertain the lie That one day you'll be happy just to float in the abyss That's all life is We're all just occupying space in time Peace of mind Is for people who don't realise they're as small as a pea In a pea factory With sink in comfy couches and a remote to control Any anxiety You nearly had me sold Whatever you touch turns to lead So I'd best wade through this swamp of gold Before you raise your head A faceless man I know so well Sits on my chest stares me right in the eye When I'm asleep in bed He perches there and I don't know why I want to scream I try to cry But my lips will not move When I go blind There's no God to appease me No pea's to please with their peace of mind A giggle can be the cruellist thing to hear Bitter cackle knife stab through the ear But I'm still holding out I'll remain devout For as long as my list of options shall remain void I'm paranoid Then came viaduct kitsch Daubed swastika scribble Rebel without the caustic dribble... A litter full of cats, a caveful of bats An arrangement of hats, decanter caused a flood Earth cake mud with trees for candles Give away it's age and are felled with a thud Poison ivy dressed as a handshake and a smile (Have a nice day!) Well I'm trying But my weed killing instinct always seems to send me blooming into Substance over style

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released June 21, 2012

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