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My House

In your own way you're peculiar
Can I share some secrets with you?
I crawl into thoughts that aren't mine
Stay with me now, have you got the time?

Stethoscopic sounds invade me
Foreheads, clothes and mountains get creased
Jumping off that cliff ain't scary
It's landings that confuse and cloud me.

Hey, can't you see?
Let me be
It is me
I'm your house now

Fat Oaf

Slowly you succumb to the virtue they extol
A bubble in your heart, a splinter through your soul
In the face of all their lies, you know what you know
Just hold on tight, and don't let go.

I don't need to buy the bullshit that they sell
I got my own heaven, I got my own hell
And if I feel I'm breaking, I'll see it doesn't show
Just hold on tight and don't let go.
Don't let go.
Don't let go.
Don't let go.

I thought I had it figured, I thought I knew the score
Just hold on tight and don't let go
In the face of all their lies, you know what you know
Just hold on tight and don't let go.
Don't let go.
Don't let go.
Don't let go.

I've been slowly slipping
I've been slowly slipping
Slipping away to nothing
And even after all that I said
And even after all that I did
I fear I'm already dead.

Pig Society

Pushed to the wall with vicious psychobabble
Pushed to the wall with vicious psychobabble
A cloud of rage that will grapple you
By the throat, by the balls, by the collar of a
uniform shirt
Swing that handle
Swing that handle...

Pushed the wrong button, chose the wrong fucking
channel
One more minute and we'll dismantle
And wreck this cage, this box, this rancid moving tin
can
9.04 on the panel
9.04 on the panel

One more minute and something will blow
And who'll take credit for the blood that will flow?

Do they wanna go do they wanna grow do they wanna stop
do they wanna hit me?
I don't wanna give I don't wanna take I don't wanna
stick close to the
Pig Society

Infinite crawl I feel my patience unravel
Can't hold on tight enough you will be gone
In a trice in a flash in half the blink of an eye
Hit the gravel
Hit the gravel

Build Higher

Dull, faded dreams
Mediocre nightmares
Petty vices
Reluctant virtue
Half-hearted rebellion
Whole-hearted disguises

Build higher!
Build wider!

Small watered-down pegs
Toothpick-like joints
Deflated passions
Feigned apathy
Perfunctory praises
Polite revilements

Build higher!
Build wider!

Higher! Higher! Higher!

Holy Ghost Machine Gun

And the Lord said
The Lord said
Yes, the Lord He speaks through me
The Lord said
To strike dead
You heathen swine who dare pass judgement on his
humble servant

In the name of the father, in the name of the son
I strike you down with my holy ghost machine gun
In the name of the father, in the name of the son
I strike you down with my holy ghost machine gun.

Isn't It Strange?

I've tried and tried to get you off my mind
But I just can't seem to let you leave
I've told myself a thousand times
That you and I were not meant to be

I ask my god every night as I sleep
Why he let you walk away from me
I ask the moon, I even ask the stars
But they just won't answer me

And isn't it funny?
Isn't it strange?
You don't feel the same

I've tried and tried to get you off my mind
But I just can't seem to let you leave
The songs I sing bring back everything
That I've been trying to leave

And isn't it funny?
Isn't it strange?
You don't feel the same.

Belief

Every finger has a trigger, every trigger has a gun
Every child has a smile while he detonates your bomb
While the powers we believe in make plans for their own ends
I am fighting your battle, I am slitting up my wrists

With a black bent of mind and with music in my blood
I am hoping to unleash a trickle of thought if not a flood
Look beyond what you see and what you know
The answer's simple but has been raped 2000 years and more

Sometimes things have a way of figuring out
There's no real need to push, there's no need to shout
Don't bust your head against a wall
You're big if you think it, you're small when you're small

Don't Wake Me

I used to wake up
With a wonderful feeling
But now it's not the same
The day's just something to get through
Before I get back
To sleeping.

Don't wake me
I'm going nowhere
Don't wake me
It just never gets better
Don't wake me.

I'm only happy
When my head's on my pillow
Who cares if it's day or night?
I've got no reason to wake up
I'll stay right here and
Keep sleeping.

Don't wake me
I'm going nowhere
Don't wake me
It just never gets better
Don't wake me
I'm going nowhere
Don't wake me
Ever.

Save Me

They're coming round to recruit us
Into their army of fools
Lead us to the promised land
With their magic spells and rules

All these politicians and preachers
Astrologers, godmen and bullshit teachers
We don't need these motherfuckers
Two-faced, cheap, shit-selling bloodsuckers

I'd rather be a heretic than a fool
I'd rather be lost than saved by you
And I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you to save me
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you to save me

I don't need a new revolution
Whose children will become a new institution
It's no one's problem if I choose to wallow
I won't lead and neither will I follow

All this shit they're trying to sell us
So self-righteous and overzealous
I'll find my own way out of this confusion
I won't buy it, so shove your packaged solution

I'd rather be a heretic than a fool
I'd rather be lost than saved by you
And I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you to save me
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you to save me

My Punk Rock Days Are Gone

I keep thinking 'bout my yesterdays
They seem so much better when they're gone
All the fine women I had
All the fine women that cried
My punk rock days are gone

But now my scene is a bit obscene
I need to work that mindless shift
And yeah I know I've said this before
My punk rock days are gone

All you people driving cars
Sitting smoking fine cigars
Everyone with bank accounts
My punk rock days are gone
Lawyers with their shiny hair
And builders who speak out of turn
Everyone seems happier
My punk rock days are gone

Bounced cheques make for dinner conversation
Square feet rates are part of this song
Insurance for the healthy
More savings for the family tree
My punk rock days are gone

And so now I stand before you
Wearing nothing but a loser's frown
And yeah I know I've said this before
My punk rock days are gone

All you people driving cars
Sitting smoking fine cigars
Everyone with bank accounts
My punk rock days are gone
Lawyers with their shiny hair
And builders who speak out of turn
Everyone seems happier
My punk rock days are gone

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