Panic At The Beehive

Jumping off the fifth floor of the state-of-the-art plant
He had left a note of all the threats that they had planned
“The pace has gotten faster now it’s six instead of three
If that sounds too large we need a small talk you and me
‘Cause we’re working so hard yes we’re working so hard
Still we’re so many miles behind”

On the very morning of his self-destruction move
She said “Why don’t we go and see someone who could improve
Your state that is getting worse and worse, you lost ten pounds”
“How could they all let that happen? Now I make the rounds
But he’ll never come back no he’ll never come back
I’ve got to struggle down the line”

Hey but we used to eat together, now they just smoke alone or
Always wait outside in the corner of the backyard, no single playing card.
Hey but we used to feel much better, now we are on our own,
The pressure has increased but our speed has reached a peak, now we die once a week.

In spite of what they say there was no rumour of divorce
Other than this strain no there was nothing that could force
Him to do such thing before the eyes of his workmates
The supervisor, his boss and the sad bitch that he dates
But we have to go on yeah we have to go on
You shouldn’t let this bring you down

A Story Of Ladder

I fear that you may
Freak out every day
Or break down and cry
Without me understanding why

Don’t know if we should act
Or keep what we have intact
‘Cause I know you too well
I caught you the day that you fell

Oh let’s do this anyway
We can always stop it someday
But when I hear you I just can’t help myself
You’re sweeter than an empty shelf

Your eyes are so blue
That even when both
Of your eyelids are closed
You can see the color shining through

They say a waterpipe
Is as harmful as thirty
Cigarettes, well I’m sorry
But that is really what you smell like

Oh she’s starting to lose
Her mind and I’m drin
King booze all the time
And we’ve got the blues

But if she stays idle
That’s because I’m dull
And I think she’s dumb
But she says I’m deaf

I’m boring to death
Yeah she’s the one
Who dyes
Her hair

Herself
And she happens to
Feel sorry too
For things that she didn’t really do

A Greased & Golden Palm

Mr Baby wants to see you face to face
He’s one of the best in the human race
You place him in lethal danger now with what you ask
That’s not the simplest task

He sits behind the steering wheel of his red car
So that she can see him coming from afar
But no, don’t be too scared by his wicked ways
For he’s had some worse days

When he said “how many months?” you said it was three
But it was four in reality, he wasn’t happy (he was angry)
Well that’s another man’s job
Don’t move, don’t move at all, no don’t shake your belly
When your friend got back to the room, you (we)re sleepin’ on your tummy, it was empty
But that’s another story

Mr Baby likes to give some good advice
In case you want to do this operation twice
Don’t cut the fetus into pieces and don’t throw it away
You’d spend the entire day

Bury the dead body, even in a box
And it’s gonna end up dug up by the dogs
Don’t forget the only decent method is the garbage chute
Cut the evil by the root

You think that he’s only in for the cash
You worry ’cause you gave some for the room
So you begin sinking into gloom
You don’t have enough

Looks as if he would like something else
He says ladies with whom shall we start
Now he bothers your friend with his dart
Soon it’s for yourself

The Only Pictures I’ve Got

Sometimes I get you wrong
For the things that I expect
Are taking way too long
Though our affinities are checked

An eternity awaits and
Every time that you’re leaving
I’ll always look at you waving
One of the facts I know for sure
Is I’m really insane but you’re
Sailing on a deep sea of a dangerous kind
It is odd but I wonder what it’s like

And there’s a big black zone
Whose boundaries are so tight
That no one ever knows
What’s coming ’bout inside

So could you shed a light on
The armies that you fought ’cause
The only pictures I’ve got are
Tiny pieces from long ago
It doesn’t mean that you didn’t grow
Yet we live in a town where the past survives
It’s a part that we could not pacify

But if you built an armor
And acted like a knight
When you’re at the beauty parlor
You’d lose all sense of sight

Air Hostess On A Mission

This is gonna be the first time
And this is gonna be the last time
Does anybody know we feel blue
We’re suffering in silence and we count on you

To save us from delusion and crime too
Take us from the slope we’re on
Before the love of life we had inside is gone

Thinkers here and thinkers there
Claim that he’s not everywhere
I wonder if he sees hope
Every time he kneels before the Pope

And love is in the air but he will choke
When you tell him that it’s time
To settle down a bit and admit he’s not a child

War is getting deeper I think, now your little life’s on the brink
From the bottom of our heart we thank you, though we’ve got some others in queue
And waiting for the day you return, we’ve got packs of candles to burn
The more you do the more you earn

Though you’re not from the right place
You badly need to set the right pace
We know that you made no promise
But you’ve got to be deceiving or you will miss

And if he looks suspicious blow him a kiss
Your dancing days are gone so please
Put yourself at ease for you’ll have to sing for him

Open It In May

Baby, you don’t know where I stand, I’ll check with you when we can
Maybe we’ll find that we agree and you feel the same as me

If your head is filled with awful things to say, shut your mouth in April, open it in May
If you want to wait a little longer then, put it off once more, close your eyes again

I’m shaking, I can’t stand the noise you’re making, your smell gives me nausea
You’re aching to be a few inches taller, the next time that you see her

Open the door, so I can spit on the floor, my hands tied together, but I don’t mind
Not any more will my throat be that sore, there’s blood on my fingers, now I’m not kind

If you want to bust a bum behind his back, please try and do it while he’s having a snack
If you want to boost the grades that you get, know that you can reach more than a hundred percent

Get up and go, I think you lost it, get up and go
There’s people who know how you can fake it, there’s people who know

If you feel a bit dizzy when you see young teens, you can’t help it that is written in your genes
Now don’t you feel guilty, you know what it means if there is a semen stain on your jeans

Stomach Attack

Oh I’ve got no clue what I wanna do when I grow up
Is it sailor or clerk, is it clear or dark
My ambitions are not well defined
When I think of what I could be

That’s too easy, dissect bodies, defy gravity
Doublespeak, draw a chart
Know laws by heart

If I was a good girl, my life would be cooler
Oh then it wouldn’t feel like a chore
I wish I was the pearl that everybody thinks of
I’d have other things to worry for

For some it’s their breasts or their knees, it’s their nose or their hair
No it’s guilt or shame or anxious despair
But it’s always some part of yourself
And I know there’s a way I

Could feel loved and important if my stomach was flat
Then I’d show much more charm
I’d be safe from harm

So one day when I’m thin, I’ll accept my body
And I swear that I’ll be done with food
No more biscuits or cheese, no more pies I promise
I’ll forget all their flavours for good

Do I need to work out or get waxed or facelifted and starve?
Be a sculpture that shallow pressure would carve
I don’t wanna be good any more
And all these pledges are meant

To slowly kill me, or maybe quickly, but that’s what it takes
To be hailed as a saint
They’re all dying to faint

So let’s not try and mend what has never been broken
I believe that it’s there to be seen
And I’m too tired now to be more outspoken
We all know this could get more obscene

The Tyrant’s Yoke

I’m leaving now, I’m leaving now, I’m moving now
Sleeping there for one last time
I’m breathing now, I’m breathing now, enjoying now
Making no more sacrifice

And all the glasses all the golden watches, they will shine
I’m taking them with me now they are mine
And even though you spent some dough for me I’ve got to go
I’m getting away you know I’m getting away

I’m finally free, I’m finally free, I’m really free
Freezing in front of everyone
I’m scared now, I’m scared now, I’m frightened now
Leaping right into the void

What I miss the most is going shopping with my son
I wish he could invite some friends at home
And if there is somebody with whom I don’t want to boast
Then I won’t have to claim I have sore throat

Oh I’ve been running for all of my life, now I can do just what I want for all of the time
As I resisted, now we have to part, and if you stay beware for he’s not always right

And all the glasses all the golden watches, they will shine
I’m taking them with me now they are mine
And even though you spent some dough for me I’ve got to go
I’m getting away you know I’m getting away

I might have less money at the bottom of my purse
But I feel just like a Bulgarian nurse
Liberated from the yoke of a nice selfish mind
A job for me is now what’s left to find

The Moneylenders

I might go down for good
For this town is getting bigger and my blood’s not growing thicker
But I won’t work for nothing for somewhere they’re only grinning
In this god forsaken place, he knows what’s left to embrace
And if you had to go back to where it started, would you do it?
Would you keep the things you’ve got or the things you need

I’m heading for a fall
Now my misdeeds have been forgotten at the age of 27
The other day I cursed a bit more all the ones I settled down for
When she called, she said “Now I want a sonogram in 3D”
And tonight I didn’t eat to buy myself a thirty-inch screen
So that we can see our baby on DVD

If you think that they’ll all be on your side, no they won’t help her and I know why
Now the Senate decided I was white, and all the colors that are allowed
I don’t think they were ready this time around, oh but then she was 79
Since you say that we all should wait for you, then you should know we’ve got worries too
Do you have in your mind the way he died and all the remedies we have tried
I’ll be on my way out I know I know, I’ll be on my way out I know

And this bare chested guy
On the walls of the underground is not a man, he’s a spoilt child
Holding this book is what he found to despise you and show his pride
Now there’s no way you can rebel, now your car’s a living hell
And you can run, you can hide, but you cannot look in from outside
No you are mocked don’t even think ’cause the door is locked

If you think that they’ll all be on your side, no they won’t help her and I know why
Now the Senate decided I was white, and all the colors that back them down
I don’t think they were ready this time around, oh but then she was safe and sound
Since you say that we all should wait for you, then you should know we’ve got worries too
Do you have in your mind the way he died and all the remedies we have tried
I’ll be on my way out I know I know, I’ll be on my way out I know

(Now) don’t say you didn’t know it
The place is deep and you cannot go out. Beyond the shadow of a doubt
You’ve been fooled your mind’s been stolen you have to get it back in Poland
So if you need a tour operator what I want’s a fortune teller
If you lack some resources take advice from the moneylenders
But I fear you won’t find too many believers

The Perfume Conspiracy

There’s a theory that says when a bottle of perfume is getting empty
It starts smelling like the corresponding scent of the opposite sex
So all the efforts made to forget or move on are totally ruined
(‘Cause) it reminds you of her or him and there’s another theory that says hi

I would really like to know the truth
But she was killed when she was young
And I’m so weary when I’ve got no proof
I hate when the dream’s too long

Every man has a databank with dimensions stored in great detail
Of every female human he’s met, but we still don’t know what that’s for
Some girls happen to burn their dinners out of joy
For they think too much of a boy and forget the frying pan

Once I bought a coat and then home, I found a phone number in my pocket
So I thought the saleswoman wanted to go on a date with me
But it was only someone who had reserved it and left a note in it
Still I was grinning a bit since I got the last one of this kind

In five years you’ll tell me what happened and in ten you’ll tell me why
You are all that I despise and I wish that you were dead