JENNIFER'S VEIL (Cave)
so you've come back for Jennifer
you know, she hides her face behind a veil
I'm warning you Frankie, leave on the next train
your Jennifer she just isn't the same
quit waving that thing about! come back!
come back and give me a chance to explain
your baby will never cry again.
so don't try to reach out
and don't let the ship's flag down
point the figure-head at the storm
and drive her hard upon
don't stop and don't stop
and don't let the veil drop
(another ship ready to sail--the rigging is tight
tight like Jennifer's veil).
she drew the curtain on her face
ever since they came and burnt the old place down
why is she searching through the ashes?
why, only Jennifer knows that now.
and the officer, without a word,
left all his junk and just moved out.
so don't try to reach out
and don't let the ship's flag down
point the figure-head at the glass
smash! smash! into shards
don't stop and don't touch!
and don't let the veil drop...behind Jennifer's veil
oh god! Frankie! is that really you!
get back! don't reach out!
get back, and get that lantern out of my room!
don't try to reach out
and don't let the ship's flag down
down, down over her, like a shroud
and let her sail on the sea like a stone.
don't touch and don't touch
and don't let the veil drop
another ship ready to dock...the rigging comes loose...
MUTINY IN HEAVEN (Cave)
well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings
mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches!
(damn things nearly hardly flap)
canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures
that look like...
long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl
(like a ground -plan of Hell)
curse these smartin strings! these fucken ruptures!
enough! enough is enough!
(if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out)
if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out
ah caint tolerate this ol tin-tub
so fulla trash and rats! Felt one crawl across mah soul
for a seckon there , as thought as wassa back down in the ghetto!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
ah'm bailin out! there's a mutiny in Heaven!
ah wassa born...
and Lord shakin, even then was dumpt into some icy font,
like some great stinky unclean!
from slum-chuch to slum-church, ah spilt mah heart
to some fat cunt behind a screen...
evil poppin eye presst up to the opening
he'd slide shut the lil perforated hatch...at night mah body
blusht
to the whistle of the birch
with a lil practice ah soon learnt to use in on mahself
punishment?! reward!! punishment?! reward!!
well, ah tied on...percht on mah bed ah was...
sticken a needle in mah arm...
ah tied off! fucken wings burst out mah back
(like ah was cuttin teeth!!)
ah took off!!!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
there's a mutiny in Heaven!
oh lord, ah git down on mah knees
(ah git down on mah knees and start to pray)
wrapped in mah mongrel wings, ah nearly freeze
in the howlin wind and drivin rain
(all the trash blowin round 'n' round)
from slum-heaven into town
ah take mah tiny pain and rollin back mah sleeve
(roll anna roll anna roll anna roll)
ah yank the drip outa mah vein! UTOPIATE! ah'm bailin out!
UTOPIATE!
if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out!
mah threadbare soul teems with vermin and louse
thoughts come like a plague to the head...in god's house!
mutiny in Heaven!
(ars infectio forco Dio)
to the plank!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
ah'm bailin out!
(hail Hypuss Dermio Vita Rex!)
hole inna ghetto! hole inna ghetto!
(Scabio Murem per Sanctum...Dio, Dio, Dio)
SWAMPLAND (Cave)
Quixanne, ah'm in its grip
Quixanne, ah'm in its grip
sinken in the mud
patron-saint of the Bog.
they cum with boots of blud
wit pitchfawk and with club
chantin out mah name
got doggies strainin onna chain
Lucy, ah'll love ya till the end!
they hunt me like a dog
down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land!
so cum mah executioners! cum bounty hunters!
cum mah county killers--for ah cannot run no more
ah cannot run no more
ah cannot run no more
no I can't!
Lucy, ya won't see this face agin
wheb ya caught ya swing and burn...
down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land!
the trees are veiled in fog
the trees are veiled in fog
like so many jilted brides
now they're all breakin down and cry
cryin tears upon mah face
cryin tears upon mah face
and they smell of gasolene
a-a-a-a-ah- scr-e-e-e-a-am
Lucy, ya made a sinner out of me
now ah'm burnin like a saint
down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land!
so cum mah executioners! cum mah bounty huntahs!
cum mah county killers--ya know ah cannot run no more
no ah cannot run no more.
SAY A SPELL (Howard)
turn to my eyes so I may still you
snatching such a vision burns a shape into me
yet another hole, yet another hole in this infested soul
in this infested soul
could I keep you, keep you, keep you, keep you
here in my pocket, and hang you out and show around?
not much, not too much, oh let it ring
oh let it ring oh let it ring wow! let it ring...
and maybe in time I could change
and I would try to be you and I would kill to be good
until then, let's be eye to eye to eye to eye to eye
so say a spell, so say a spell