Something Bad

I was raised to expect continuity. Instead I get this..

The monster has red hair / The monster has green eyes

She laughs and bites her quarry's nose as she pulls herself astride

Her double-jointed hips now do their tricks

And you can hear his plaintive yells

From the plane-crash craters in the Scottish hill

To the burning oil wells

See Something bad is giving birth to a thing which won't melt to your touch

Something bad is giving birth to something worse and it's going to hurt

His Reebok shoes let in the rain and he coughs into the dawn

At he searches for space on the synagogue wall to draw swastikas on

Job descriptions change on the firing range / All generals are friends

So it's down to the dole with the molotovs / It's problem time again--see

You built the metal birds who shrink the skies

And bring your waitress from the other side of a world

All these birds bringing death

You find all of our good, there's only death left

Big black hawk swinging low over the rat-run streets of the English ghetto

Clean spirit of the island, home at last / Come on, come on, come on -- crash!

One man felt ashamed running guns and cocaine

For his short-term gain, so every one of us must pay

In his New World Order, you can have some nerve gas with your air

Thanks to the CIA pussy in the President's chair!

Something bad is giving birth / See, in the sky its belly bursts!

Something bad is giving birth / and calls for wounds to slake its thirst

Something bad is giving birth / No more decay, no more dirt

Something bad is giving birth / In therefore's name it stalks the earth

Do you feel you can deal? Can you fuck!