1. |
Love Virus
02:21
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Love destroys or fuels your life
Love is the smiler with a knife
Love makes you stand tall or crawl on your knees
Love is pure health or a virile disease
I have caught the love virus
And it's dragging me into the gap
It's got me and there's no way out
I've fallen into its trap
Love is contagious, for better, for worse
Love is a blessing or a cupid's curse
Love is a joker with an evil trick
Love is a treadmill, and it's moving too quick
Love is burning or icy cold
Love is a switchboard that keeps you on hold
When love turns to cancer and you're watching it spread
All that you cared for is finally dead
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2. |
Vision Red
02:22
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Shattered and crying, I'm all alone
There's a ringing in the air, so I pick up the phone
I hear your voice and my hand starts to shake
The boiling anger in my body's awake
I smash up my room and I run to the door
The voice of sanity ain't speaking no more
You lied to me, but I saw true
And now I vow my revenge on you
Anger, hate and jealousy
The only real energy
The raging colour I see is red
And it won't go away until I see you dead
You're scum
I'm gonna see you dead
Vision red
I'm gonna see you dead through vision red
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3. |
Four White Walls
02:11
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Sitting in my living room, gazing into space
The lonely silence burns my ears, got to get out of this place
Bored to death with TV, nothing on the radio
Counting cracks in the ceiling, I've never felt so low
Living between four white walls
My flat imprisons me
Smoking packs of cigarettes
I have no company
No one's left to care for me, I'm an insignificant speck
A shroud of doom hangs over me, a noose around my neck
Staring up at a grey sky - blank, nothing, nil and void
My life it is so meaningless, I'm a bore-controlled android
I wish I had a girlfriend, some placenta to the outside world
Drain her of her sanity, then find another girl
Perhaps I should get out some more to break the monotony
But I'm too lazy to get out of my chair, I wasn't meant to be
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4. |
(You Give Me An) Ulcer
03:03
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You, you make me fucking sick - you give me an ulcer
God, you are so fucking thick - you give me an ulcer
You, your life's a poxy lie - you give me an ulcer
Why don't you just fuck off and die? You give me an ulcer
I never wanna speak to you again
'Cos you're such a fucking pain
I can't eat, I can't sleep
'Cox you give me an ulcer
You are fucking murder
You, you really are a bore - you give me an ulcer
You, I wanna smash your jaw - you give me an ulcer
You, I hate to see you crawl - you give me an ulcer
You, you've got no brains at all - you give me an ulcer
You, you're six feet under, dead - you gave me an ulcer
'Cause I shot you through the head - you gave me an ulcer
You, you couldn't see what you'd done - you gave me an ulcer
You, you made me take that gun - you gave me an ulcer
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5. |
Media Machine
01:59
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Condemn the things I do, machine
You want to see me die
You can't hide that from me, machine
The hate is in your eye
You want to control me, machine
In your artificial way
Your rules are all preset, machine
But I must disobey
You hate me, you ban me
Just because you don't understand me
You'd burn me, you'd kill me
If you had the power to destroy me
Manipulation's your game, machine
But I won't hear your lies
I see your ugly face, machine
But I laugh into your eyes
You wanna see my blood, machine
For the way that I behave
But I'll still be laughing, machine
While you're rotting in your grave
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6. |
Killer Party
02:56
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I'm walking to the party
I don't know where I'm going
The streets are all so cold
Wish that I was home and
I'm walking to the door
But I don't know what I'm doing
Don't know what I'm doing
Don't know what I'm doing at all
I walk in through the door
I need no invitation
The music's getting louder
The party's really kicking
I pour myself a beer
But I don't know what I'm doing
Don't know what I'm doing
Don't know what I'm doing at all
I know I don't belong here at this killer party
Wish I'd never come here to this killer party
Watch the people dancing at this killer party
And I know I've gotta get out
I walk into the chaos
And home is what I'm missing
I see the dancers drinking
I see the couples kissing
The atmosphere is heavy
I don't know what I'm doing
Don't know what I'm doing
Don't know what I'm doing at all
I start to feel sick
As I watch the junkies shooting
This party really sucks
Home is where I'm going
Walking to the door
And I know just what I'm doing
Know just what I'm doing
Know just what I'm doing, oh yeah
Killer party sucks, oh yeah
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7. |
Drew
02:12
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I read those things about you on the bus stop wall
I'm only just beginning to make sense of it all
That night you cried in my arms I knew where you'd been
Why did this happen? You were only 15
Oh, Drew
Yeah, Drew
The cruel ones were laughing, you had nowhere to hide
You picked up the habit of suicide
I live in the hope that you'll come back one day
Even though you're 6000 miles away
Oh Drew
Yeah, Drew
I loved you
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8. |
Vertigo
01:52
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9. |
Vision Red '97
01:57
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Shattered and crying, I'm all alone
There's a ringing in the air, so I pick up the phone
I hear your voice and my hand starts to shake
The boiling anger in my body's awake
I smash up my room and I run to the door
The voice of sanity ain't speaking no more
You lied to me, but I saw true
And now I vow my revenge on you
Anger, hate and jealousy
The only real energy
The raging colour I see is red
And it won't go away until I see you dead
You're scum
I'm gonna see you dead
Vision red
I'm gonna see you dead through vision red
I wish that I was fucking dead
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10. |
Blood on the Wall
01:50
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11. |
I Like Records
01:38
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I like records
They are round
I like records
They are sound
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12. |
Where Does Jenny Live?
02:17
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Late one night when I'm walking in the dark
Bored with Richmond station, I can't stand it in the park
I've got this nagging feeling that's fucking up my mind
Why is it that your house is so bloody hard to find?
Won't somebody tell me
Where does Jenny live?
Somebody tell me
'Cos now I'm just a, turning, just a
Madman
Your road is so dark, I can hardly see
Why don't I just go home and you can come to me?
Standing by the lamppost, staring into black
Oh shit, it's started raining - that's it, I'm going back
I'm too scared to call you on the telephone
Solitary anxiety, sitting on my own
So I go downstairs and ride off into the pissing rain
This frenzied searching every night is driving me insane
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13. |
Four White Walls '94
02:20
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Sitting in my living room, gazing into space
The lonely silence burns my ears, got to get out of this place
Bored to death with TV, nothing on the radio
Counting cracks in the ceiling, I've never felt so low
Living between four white walls
My flat imprisons me
Smoking packs of cigarettes
I have no company
No one's left to care for me, I'm an insignificant speck
A shroud of doom hangs over me, a noose around my neck
Staring up at a grey sky - blank, nothing, nil and void
My life it is so meaningless, I'm a bore-controlled android
I wish I had a girlfriend, some placenta to the outside world
Drain her of her sanity, then find another girl
Perhaps I should get out some more to break the monotony
But I'm too lazy to get out of my chair, I wasn't meant to be
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14. |
Anxiety
02:25
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Can't stand to be without her touch
Can't run away 'cos it hurts too much
Counting the days 'til I see her again
The heartache stabs me like a poison pen
Got a feeling unlike any that I've felt before
I want this feeling to stay with me for evermore
And if this feeling should ever desert me and break
I pray to god, please kill me before I wake
God, I long to see her face
Sitting here dreaming of another place
I can't even look at another girl
'Cos she's got me in such a whirl
Just can't get her off my mind
Anticipation's so unkind
I'm thinking of her every day
Forever I want her to stay
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The Walking Abortions London, UK
A pubescent punk nightmare from London, born 1992, terminated 1997 before any of their revolving cast of young herberts was old enough to drink.
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