@ALBUM: FISH`S HEAD FISCHER-Z - FISH`S HEAD ************************************************************************ * HOME PAGE OF FISCHER-Z: * * http://www.rbg.informatik.th-darmstadt.de/~mepk/fischer-z/home.html * ************************************************************************ @SONG: Say No Lord God Almighty maker of heaven and earth You tell me just how much it's worth To count the faithful heads in South America Rihteous Father defender of the poor Why do these people need our world ? There must be more to life...anyone knows Warships and Christians hovering in the wings We never wanted this...children for sale Harping back to the knights on their silver steeds We're plucking flowers and sowing weeds And poverty grows Say No Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons The time for changing has begun Say No Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons You must shape the things to come Do do do do do do do do de do Shape the things to come Do do do do do do do do de do All in the garden isn't as it should be One law for you one law for me Detente apocalypso sermons on the screen Righteous leaders wolves dressed up as sheep Soap opera war in the name of peace And that's not good enough tear off their clothes ! Lord God Almighty maker of heaven and earth You tell me just how much they're worth The empty promises of men with narrow minds Evangelists and presidents and kings With perfect teeth and golden wings But can they sleep at night with consciences clear Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons The time for chaning has begun Mothers and dauhters, fathers and sons We must shape the things to come @SONG: Masquerade Oh you can't fight bombs with little girls Despite their buttons and their bows Oh you can't fight bombs with little words 'Cos little words are quite absurd From Califomia; beneath the Table Mountain Throughout the whole inhuman race You just Masquerade You can 't fight bombs Masquerade With Iittle girls Oh you can't fight bombs in purple robes And you can't fight bombs in the name of Jesus And you can't fight bombs with a length of rope And you can't rely on the court of justice Masquerade You can't fight 'em you can't bite 'em you can't right 'em Masquerade You can't fight 'em Masquerade Masquerade You can't fight 'em you can't bite 'em you can't right 'em Masquerade You can't fight 'em Masquerade @SONG: It Could Be You Well here he is just home from work He's come home early to make their tea He's by the sink she's in the lounge He tries to talk to her but he won't succeed His wife is on the 'phone again His wife is on the 'phone again Oh oh can't you see It could be you it could be me Well sometimes I wonder if this is life then I'd prefer to die He sits and thinks he scratches his head There must be more to life than being brain dead He says a lot she just ignores He gets the paper out and he checks the scores He's turned the television on oh he's turned the television on He's turned the television on oh he's turned the television on He's on remote he turns the dial He can't remember the last time he smiled He turns his back he doesn't want to know A vow of silence just like death row Be Doop Doop Doop Doo Be Doop Be Doop Doop Doop Doo Be Doop @SONG: Sticky Business Sometimes I'll be heartbroken Sometimes I'll be caressed Sometimes I'll be elated Sometimes I'll be depressed One day you love to have me One day you have to love. . . me One day you're thinking of me And then you're not! Oh oh oh oh Sex...is such a sticky business Oh oh oh oh Sex. . . is such a sticky business Oh oh oh oh Some days I walk on water Some days I sink so low Some days the door is open Don 't say I told you so Sometimes I'm heartbroken sometimes I'm a spartan sometimes I'll be caressed Sometimes I'm elated sometimes I'm Creative sometimes I'll be depressed Some days l'm so sure of walking on The water some days I sink so low Some days the door is open Don 't say l told you so @SONG: Huba Huba don't run any more Huba don't frighten your mother And don't call our sister a whore 'Cos she cares for her rotten brother Making excuses and shifting the blame Why don't you face it? You can't run away from yourself Huba stop wasting our time Huba stop Huba repeating You're a drunk you're a cheat you're a liar But that doesn't stop you from changing Threatening and cursing l know you feel scared And you're kicking and screaming But you can't get away from yourself Huba don't dwell in the past Huba don't play the casino The answer that comes in a glass lsn't right and can never conceal you Dreaming and scheming might deaden the pain But nothing and no-one can help you escape from yourself @SONG: Oh Mother It's not the way you struggle when I kiss you And it's not the way you taught me to be thughtless It's just your life is as cold as ice And nothing can console you You have to pay the price lt's not the way you wake me in the moming And it's not the way you wanted me to prosper It's just your life is as cold as ice And nothing can console you You have to pay the price The price is high Oh Oh Mother The price is high Oh Oh Mother It's not the way you lived with your frustration And it's not the way you smiled at my achievements It's just your life is as cold as ice And nothing can console you You have to pay the price 45 45 Do you remember? 45 45 Do you remember? lt's not the way you tear yourself to pieces And it's not the way you're always understanding It's just your life is as coId as ice And nothing can console you You have to pay the price @SONG: Just Words Confusing words. . just words Confusing words. . just words I swear to you sister you're Iosing your ability to laugh Out from underneath your dark brown eyes l see a woman on a windowsill Everywhere I go. . . someone follows after me l swear to you sister you 're losing your ability to smile Something's nagging at my heart Someone else's ball and chain Something's nagging at my heart Then it goes away again This is the story of my direction This is the story of the one I Iove It isn't only for my protection An iron fist in a velvet glove l used to be near you but now there's something tearing us apart Though you will surely be offended it's not intended Time and time again we end up getting so confused I swear to you srster you're Iosing your ability to smile @SONG: It's Only A Hurricane Put my hands on the window Felt the power of the storm Breaking glass blowing trees down Haunting scream never stops I was trapped in the bedroom I couldn't open the door I was hoping everyone was alright Found the children were frightened Tried to keep myself calm Lights went out cars stoped moving And that screaming went on I remember the story of a night without end So I lay there hoping it would soon get light It's only a hurricane A rushing mighty wind Took a walk through the graveyard Saw the gravestones uptured Felt the helpless inscriptions Smelt the trees being burned Now the forces of nature Have taken the blame And there was me thinking they'd let off a bomb Your pretty hands Your pretty hands On mine On mine Your pretty hands Your pretty hands On mine On mine Your pretty hands Your pretty hands @SONG: She Said You told your father and your mother You couldn't stand it any more You had to take it out on someone You left me standing at the door ... she said Marrying you. . . I must have been crazy Marrying you. . . was the worst thing l could do Marrying you. . . when you didn't want my children Marrying you. . . was the worst thing You told your friends you told your brother You had a man that didn't care You're so impatient with your children And you're not going anywhere We tried to cut corners Tried to put things right We tried to cut corners We tried to cut corners But it never makes things never makes things right That's why I'm waiting at the station Although I've missed the final train And though I'm running out of patience I hear your words come back again ... you said @SONG: Ho Ho Ho Would you like to buy me a brand new pair of pyjamas Would you like to fly with me on a holiday to Grenada Have V.I.P. treatment, a send off by brass band Special permission for us to land Would you like to venture round the Caribbean Island With more protection than anyone could have imagined We'll have a bullet-proof cossy, immaculate hair Plenty of joumalists to share Ho Ho Ho. . . Life is short Then you die. . . Ho Ho Ho Would you like to stay there pretending we're in heaven WouId you like a jailer to wake us up at eleven With freshly ground coffee, peaches and cream Living in someone else's dream lt's not right to take their money It's not right to taste the glory It's not right but it's so funny It's not right