Meat Is Murder
Album - 11 febbraio 1985 - Debaser id 35560

Belligerent ghouls
Run Manchester schools
Spineless swines
Cemented minds
Sir leads the troops
Jealous of youth
Same old suit since 1962
He does the military two-step
Down the nape of my neck
I want to go home
I don't want to stay
Give up education
As a bad mistake
Mid-week on the playing fields
Sir thwacks you on the knees
Knees you in the groin
Elbows in the face
Bruises bigger than dinner plates
I want to go home
I don't want to stay

Belligerent ghouls
Run Manchester schools
Spineless bastards all
Sir leads the troops
Jealous of youth
Same old jokes since 1902
He does the military two-step
Down the nape of my neck
I want to go home
I don't want to stay
Give up life
As a bad mistake
"Please, excuse me from gym
I've got this terrible cold coming on"
He grabs and devours
He kicks me in the showers
Kicks me in the showers
And he grabs and devours
I want to go home
I don't want to stay

The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed
And his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
She is famous
She is funny
An engagement ring
Doesn't mean a thing
To a mind consumed by brass (money)
And though I walk home alone
(I might walk home alone)
But my faith in love is still devout
The last night of the fair
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
And though I walk home alone
(I might walk home alone)
But my faith in love is still devout
Then someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
Then someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And though I walk home alone
(I might walk home alone)
But my faith in love is still devout
This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said: "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachute?"
This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said: "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachute?"
So scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
This means you really love me
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
This means you really love me
And though I walk home alone
(I just might walk home alone)
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout

On the day that your mentality
Decides to try to catch up with your biology
Come round!
'Cause I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over.. my face
On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology
I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over.. my face

A double bed
And a stalwart lover, for sure
These are the riches of the poor
A double bed
And a stalwart lover, for sure
These are the riches of the poor
And I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over my face

A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails
Raised on Prisoner's Aid
He killed a policeman when he was thirteen
And somehow that really impressed me
It's written all over my face

These are the riches of the poor
These are the riches of the poor
And I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's written all over my face
On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology
And if you ever need self-validation
Just meet me in the alley by the railway station
It's all over my face

What she said:
"How come someone hasn't noticed that I'm dead
And decided to bury me?
God knows I'm ready.."
What she said was sad
But then all the rejections she's had
To pretend to be happy
Could only be idiocy
What she said was not for the job or lover
That she never had

What she read
All heady books
She'd sit and prophesise
(It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead
to really really open her eyes)
What she read
All heady books
She'd sit and prophesise
(It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead
to really really open her eyes)

What she said:
"I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an early death
And I need to cling to something!"
What she said:
"I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an early death
And I need to cling to something!"

Park the car at the side of the road
You should know
Time's tide will smother you
And I will too
When you laugh about people
Who feel so very lonely
Their only desire is to die
Well, I'm afraid
It doesn't make me smile
I wish I could laugh
But that joke isn't funny anymore
It's too close to home
And it's too near the bone
It's too close to home
And it's too near the bone
More than you'll ever know

Kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down

It was dark as I drove the point home
And on cold leather seats
Well, it suddenly struck me
I just might die with a smile on my face, after all

I've seen this happen in other people's lives
And now it's happening in mine

I'd like to drop my trousers to the world
I am a man of means (of slender means)
Each household appliance
Is like a new science in my town
And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion
I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump in the ocean
And when a train goes by
It's such a sad sound
It's such a sad thing

I'd like to drop my trousers to the Queen
Every sensible child will know what this means
The poor and the needy
Are selfish and greedy on her terms
And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion
I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump in the ocean
And when a train goes by
It's such a sad sound
It's such a sad thing

And when I'm lying in my bed
I think about life and then I think about death
And neither one particularly appeals to me
And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion
I'd get such a shock I'd probably lie
In the middle of the street and die
I'd lie down and die

Well I wonder
Do you hear me when you sleep?
I hoarseley cry

Well I wonder
Do you see me when we pass?
I half-die

Please keep me in mind
Please keep me in mind

Gasping but somehow still alive
This is the fierce last stand of all I am
Gasping, dying but somehow still alive
This is the final stand of all I am

Please keep me in mind

Well I wonder

Please keep me in mind
Oh keep me in mind
Keep me in mind

Unruly boys who will not grow up
Must be taken in hand
Unruly girls who will not settle down
They must be taken in hand

A crack on the head
Is what you get for not asking
And a crack on the head
Is what you get for asking

No ... a crack on the head
Is what you get for not asking
And a crack on the head
Is what you get for asking

A crack on the head
Is just what you get
WHY ? Because of who you are!
And a crack on the head
Is just what you get
WHY ? Because of what you are!
A crack on the head
Because of
Those things you said
Things you said
The things you did

Unruly boys
Who will not grow
Must be taken in hand
Unruly girls
Who will not grow
They must be taken in hand

Heifer whines could be human cries
Closer comes the screaming knife
This beautiful creature must die
This beautiful creature must die
A death for no reason
And death for no reason is murder
And the flesh you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
It's death for no reason
And death for no reason is murder
And the calf that you carve with a smile
It is murder
And the turkey you festively slice
It is murder
Do you know how animals die?

Kitchen aromas aren't very homely
It's not comforting, cheery or kind
It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench of murder
It's not natural, normal or kind
The flesh you so fancifully fry
The meat in your mouth
As you savour the flavour of murder
No No No - It is Murder
No No No - It is Murder
And who hears when animals cry?