SHE'S A LASSIE FROM LANCASHIRE

From a dear little Lancashire town a boy had sailed away
Across the briny spray, to toil in USA
When American girls gathered round and sought his company
He'd say, 'There's only one girl for me.'

She's a Lassie from Lancashire just a Lassie from Lancashire
She's the Lassie that I love dear so dear!
Though she dresses in clogs and shawl she's the prettiest of them all
None could be fairer, or rarer than Sarah My Lass from Lancashire.

Night and day, of his lassie he'd dream, recalling her sweet smell
He'd hear the factory bell, the sound he knew so well
Home from work he would walk once again, and though in reverie
He'd say, 'There's only one girl for me.'

Day by day he kept plodding away and to his task he stuck
And by a stroke of luck, a paying vein he struck
When he wrote to tell that he'd shortly cross the sea
He'd say, 'There's only one girl for me.'

A Little Of What You Fancy Does You Good

I never was a one to go and stint myself if I like a thing, I like it, that's enough
But there's lots of people say that if you like a thing a lot it'll grow on you and all that sort of stuff
Now I like my drop of stout as well as anyone but a drop of stout‘s supposed to make you fat
And there's many a lar-di-dar-di madam doesn't dare to touch it “Cos she mustn't spoil her figure silly cat.

I always hold in having it if you fancy it if you fancy it, that's understood
And suppose it makes you fat I don't worry over that
A little of what you fancy does you good.

Now, once a year I like a little holiday and we've always had one, my old man and me
But the last time that we had one he brings up a new idea as we watched the ladies bathing in the sea
He said what a man requires is a change of everything so he ought to take his holidays alone
Right away from everyday affairs, so I said “Very likely well if you prefer a fortnight on your own.

I had to catch a certain train the other day and I very nearly lost it, I declare
But the guard said, “Jump in Missus” Then he shoved me in a first and I found a nice young couple sitting there
I could see that honeymoon was stamped all over ‘em I felt sorry for the lady and the chap
So I said to them “Excuse me, but if you want to have a cuddle
Have a cuddle ‘cos I'm going to have a nap.

ARF A PINT OF ALE

I hate those chaps what talks about the things what they like to drink,
Such as tea and coffee, cocoa and milk, the fings I never fink!
I'm plain in me 'abits and I'm plain in me food, and what I says is this;
That the man what drinks such rubbish with 'is meals, well, I always gives 'im a miss!

Now for breakfast I never think of 'aving tea, I likes me 'arf a pint of ale,
For me dinner I likes a little bit o' meat, and a 'arf a pint of ale.
For me tea I likes a little bit o' fish, an' an 'arf a pint of ale,
And for supper I likes a crust o' bread and cheese, and a pint and an 'arf of ale!

Now this is 'ow I looks at it, and I think you'll agree with me,
I've never seen a man get drunk in me life on cocoa, coffee or tea!
Do ya think I'd pay one and eight a pound for tea, why, the thought makes me feel
queer,
When I think of what you'd get for another one and six, such a pretty little barrel
o' beer!

Now for breakfast I never think of 'aving tea, I likes me 'arf a pint of ale,
For me dinner I likes a little bit o' meat, and a 'arf a pint of ale.
For me tea I likes a little bit o' fish, and 'arf a pint of ale,
And for supper I likes a crust o' bread and cheese, and a galling and an 'arf of ale!

Now for breakfast I never fink of 'aving tea, I likes me 'arf a pint of ale,
For me dinner I likes a little bit o' meat, and a 'arf a pint of ale.
For me tea I likes a little bit o' fish, an' an 'arf a pint of ale,
And for supper I likes a crust o' bread and cheese, and a barrel and an 'arf of ale!

LEVI'S MONKEY MIKE

Now Mr. Levi always liked an animal or two,
And if you went into his house you'd think it was a zoo!
He went and bought a monkey and you never saw the like,
It came from Tipperary so they call that monkey Mike.
Levi's Monkey Mike, what a funny creature,
He went into the church one day and bit the local preacher.
The organist, as stiff as starch joined the rest at Marble Arch;
Who was it played the wedding march? 
Levi's Monkey Mike!

You've heard about a Captain who has just gained great renown,
He played his ukulele while the ship was going down. 
But some of you may not have heard the most important fact
Of someone who was there and did a very gallant act!
It was Levi's Monkey Mike, with that good ship he was sailing,
A life upon the ocean waves had always been his failing a fact we know is very plain,
The ship went down in the angry main; who was it pulled it up again? 
Levi's Monkey Mike!

A poor old maiden went to bed, as poor old maidens will,
She dreamt about a nice young man who's christian name was Bill.
She looked so sweet and peaceful as she lay there, I declare,
And through the open window came a great big bunch of hair!
It was Levi's Monkey Mike, the cheeky little duffer,
He chewed up all her lipstick and he pinched her powder puffer.
When in her dream she acted queer and whispered, "Darling, bite my ear!",
Who was it answered, "All right dear!", 
Levi's Monkey Mike!

Now once we had a parliament but it would never go,
So they filled it up with animals out of a wild beast show.
The lion was Prime Minister, to swank he was disposed;
They wanted a Lord Chancellor, so somebody proposed
Levis Monkey Mike, and he proved quite a good'n,
He taxed the laces in our boots and taxed our Christmas pudding'.
Now working man, just give a fear should be cheer?
We're all right now, so never fear,who's going to take the tax off beer? 
Levi's Monkey Mike!

An Open Letter To Terrorists

What the fuck do you think you're doing?
This is London. We've dealt with your sort before. You don't try and pull this on us.
Do you have any idea how many times our city has been attacked? Whatever you're trying to do, it's not going to work.
All you've done is end some of our lives, and ruin some more. How is that going to help you? You don't get rewarded for this kind of crap.
And if, as your MO indicates, you're an al-Qaeda group, then you're out of your tiny minds.

Because if this is a message to Tony Blair, we've got news for you. We don't much like our government ourselves, or what they do in our name. But, listen very clearly. We'll deal with that ourselves. We're London, and we've got our own way of doing things, and it doesn't involve tossing bombs around where innocent people are going about their lives.
And that's because we're better than you. Everyone is better than you. Our city works. We rather like it. And we're going to go about our lives. We're going to take care of the lives you ruined. 

And then we're going to work. And we're going down the pub.
So you can pack up your bombs, put them in your arseholes, and get the fuck out of our city.

When the news reporter said "Shopkeepers are opening their doors bringing out blankets and cups of tea" I just smiled. It's like yes. That's Britain for you. Tea solves everything. You're a bit cold? Tea. Your boyfriend has just left you? Tea. You've just been told you've got cancer? Tea. Coordinated terrorist attack on the transport network bringing the city to a grinding halt? TEA DAMMIT! And if it's really serious, they may bring out the coffee. The Americans have their alert raised to red, we break out the coffee. That's for situations more serious than this of course. Like another England penalty shoot-out

Why Do British People Hate Donald Trump

Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?”
Nate White, a witty writer from England wrote the perfect response.

“A few things spring to mind…
Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem.
For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.
So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever.

I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.
But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers.
And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface.
Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.
Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.

And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist.
Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that.
He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.
He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully.
That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.

There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think
‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that: Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.

You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss.
After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form;
He is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit.
His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid.
He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.
In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish:
‘My God… what… have… I… created?
If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set

THE SONG OF THE DAY

No more shall Fame expand her wings to sound of heroes, states and kings; 
A nobler flight the Goddess takes to praise our British Beef in steaks,- 
A joyful theme for Britons free Happy in Beef and Liberty.
Charming Beef, of thee possessed completely carved in steaks, and dressed, 
We taste the dear variety produced in earth, in air, in sea
Their flavour's all combined in thee fit for the sons of liberty.

Throughout the realms where despots reign what tracks of glory now remain! 
Their people, slaves of power and pride Fat Beef and Freedom are denied! 
What realm, what state, can happy be wanting our Beef and Liberty?
O'er sea-coal fire and steel machine we broil the beauteous fat and lean; 
Our drink Oporto's grapes afford whilst India's nectar crowns the board,- 
A right repast for such as we friends to good cheer and Liberty!

THE BEEF-STEAK SOCIETY

He that of honour, wit, and mirth partakes,
May be a fit companion o'er Beef-steaks:
His name may be to future times enrolled
In Estcourt's book, whose gridiron's framed with gold
Gay Bacchus liking Estcourt's wine a noble meal bespoke us,
And for the guests that were to dine brought Comus, Love, and Jocus

Most noble creature of the horned race, who labours at the plough to earn thy grass,
And yielding to the yoke, shows man the way to bear his servile chains, and to obey
More haughty tyrants, who usurp the sway thy sturdy sinews till the farmer's grounds,
To thee the grazier owes his hoarded pounds: tis by thy labour, we abound in malt,
Whose powerful juice the meaner slaves exalt; and when grown fat, and fit to be devoured,
The poleaxe frees thee from the teasing goard:thus cruel man, to recompense thy pains,
First works thee hard, and then beats out thy brains such strenuous lines, so cheering, soft, and sweet,
That daily flow from your conjunctive wit,proclaim the power of Beef, that noble meat.
Your tuneful songs such deep impression make, and of such awful, beauteous strength partake,
Each stanza seems an ox, each line a steak. as if the rump in slices, broil'd or stewed
In its own gravy, till divinely good, turned all to powerful wit, as soon as chew'd
To grind thy gravy out their jaws employ, o'er heaps of reeking steaks express their joy,
And sing of Beef as Homer did of Troy

When Lun appeared, with matchless art and whim,
He gave the power of speech to every limb.
Though masked and mute conveyed his true intent,
And told in frolic gestures what he meant;
But now the motley coat and sword of wood,
Require a tongue to make them understood
Mordanto fills the trump of fame;
The Christian world his death proclaim;
And prints are crowded with his name.
In journeys he outrides the post;
Sits up till midnight with his host;
Talks politics, and gives the toast,
A skeleton in outward figure;
His meagre corpse, though full of vigour,
Would halt behind him, were it bigger,
So wonderful his expedition;
When you have not the least suspicion,
He's with you, like an apparition:
Shines in all climates like a star;
In senates bold, and fierce in war;

From his youth upwards to the present day,
When vices more than years have made him grey;
When riotous excess with wasteful hand
Shakes life's frail glass, and hastes each ebbing sand;
Unmindful from what stock he drew his birth,
Untainted with one deed of real worth—
Lothario, holding honour at no price,
Folly to folly, added vice to vice,
Wrought sin with greediness, and courted shame
With greater zeal than good men seek for fame
A land-commandant, and a tar.
He that parts us shall bring a brand from Heav'n,
And fire us hence ever yours, old and new friend
This is no flattery; these are the counsellors that feelingly persuade me what I am
Native to famous wits or hospitable
If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly

In town let me live then, in town let me die;
For in truth I can't relish the country, not I.
If one must have a villa in summer to dwell,
Oh! give me the sweet shady side of Pall Mall.

Come, thou soul-reviving cup;
Try thy healing art;
Stir the fancy's visions up,
And warm my wasted heart.
Touch with freshening tints of bliss
Memory's fading dream.
Give me, while thy lip I kiss,
The heaven that's in thy stream.
As the witching fires of wine
Pierce through Time's past reign,
Gleams of joy that once were mine,
Glimpse back on life again.
And if boding terrors rise
O'er my melting mind,
Hope still starts to clear my eyes,
And drinks the tear behind.
Then life's wintry shades new drest,
Fair as summer seem;
Flowers I gather from my breast,
And sunshine from the stream.
As the cheering goblets pass,
Memory culls her store;
Scatters sweets around my glass,
And prompts my thirst for more.
Far from toils the great and grave
To proud ambition give,
My little world kind Nature gave,
And simply bade me live.
On me she fix'd an humble art,
To deck the Muse's groves,
And on the nerve that twines my heart
The touch of deathless love.
Then, rosy god, this night let me
Thy cheering magic share;
Again let hope-fed Fancy see
Life's picture bright and fair.
Oh! steal from care my heart away,
To sip thy healing spring;
And let me taste that bliss to-day
To-morrow may not bring."

Adieu to the world! where I gratefully own,
Few men more delight or more comfort have known:
To an age far beyond mortal lot have I trod
The path of pure health, that best blessing of God;
And so mildly devout Nature temper'd my frame,
Holy patience still sooth'd when Adversity came;
Thus with mind ever cheerful, and tongue never tired,
I sung the gay strains these sweet blessings inspired;
And by blending light mirth with a moral-mix'd stave,
Won the smile of the gay and the nod of the grave.
But at length the dull languor of mortal decay
Throws a weight on its spirit too light for its clay;
And the fancy, subdued, as the body's opprest,
Resigns the faint flights that scarce wake in the breast.
A painful memento that man's not to play
A game of light folly through Life's sober day;
A just admonition, though view'd with regret,
Still blessedly offer'd, though thanklessly met.
Too long, I perhaps, like the many who stray,
Have upheld the gay themes of the Bacchanal's day;
But at length Time has brought, what it ever will bring,
A shade that excites more to sigh than to sing.
In this close of Life's chapter, ye high-favoured few,
Take my Muse's last tribute—this painful adieu!
Take my wish, that your bright social circle on earth
For ever may flourish in concord and mirth;
For the long years of joy I have shared at your board,
Take the thanks of my heart—where they long have been stored;
And remember, when Time tolls my last passing knell,
The 'old bard' dropped a tear, and then bade ye—Farewell
Well, I'm come, my dear friends, your kind wish to obey,
And drive, by light mirth, all Life's shadows away;
And turn the heart's sighs to the throbbings of joy,
And a grave aged man to a merry old boy.
'Tis a bold transformation, a daring design,
And not past the power of Friendship and Wine;

And I trust that e'en yet this warm mixture will raise
A brisk spark of light o'er the shade of my days
When my spirits are low, for relief and delight,
I still place your splendid Memorial in sight;
And call to my Muse, when care strives to pursue,
'Bring the Steaks to my Memory and the Bowl to my view.'
When brought, at its sight all the blue devils fly,
And a world of gay visions rise bright to my eye;
Cold Fear shuns the cup where warm Memory flows;
And Grief, shamed by Joy, hides his budget of Woes.
'Tis a pure holy fount, where forever I find
A sure double charm for the Body and Mind;
For I feel while I'm cheer'd by the drop that I lift,
I'm Blest by the Motive that hallows the Gift
Then roll along, my lyric song it seasons well the table,
And tells a truth to Age and Youth that Life's a fleeting fable.
Thus Mirth and Woe the brighter show from rosy wine's reflection;
From first to last, this truth hath past was made for Care's correction.
Now what those think who water drink of these old rules of Horace,
I sha'n't now show; but this I know His rules do well for Morris.
Old Horace, when he dipped his pen, Twas wine he had resort to;
He chose for use Falernian juice as I choose old Oporto;
At every bout an ode came out yet Bacchus kept him twinkling;
As well aware more fire was there which wanted but the sprinkling
When Life charms my heart, must I kindly be told, I'm too gay and too happy for one that's so old

Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way.
He had a boogie style that no one else could play.
He was the top man at his craft,
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft.
He's in the army now. A blowin' reveille.
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B.

They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam.
It really brought him down because he could not jam.
The captain seemed to understand,
Because the next day the cap' went out and drafted the band.
And now the Company jumps when he plays reveille.
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B.

He blows it eight to the bar in boogie rhythm.
He can't blow a note unless a bass and guitar is playing with him.
And the Company jumps when he plays reveille.
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B.

He was some boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B.
And when he played his boogie-woogie bugle he was busy as a busy bee.
And when he played he made the Company jump eight to the bar.
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B.
He blows it eight to the bar He can't blow a note if a bass and guitar isn't with him.
And the Company jumps when he plays reveille.
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B.

He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night,
And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright.
They clap their hands and stamp their feet,
'Cause they know how it goes when someone gives him a beat.

He wakes 'em up when he plays reveille.
The boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B.
He's blowin' eight to the bar.
He can't blow a note if a bass and guitar isn't, whoa, with him.
And the Company jumps when he plays reveille.
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B.

Last Night In Sweden

Sweden, and Stockholm is the city where the people don't know what the people are getting
The cream of the crop and the New World runners read a script with everything but true numbers
Shrewd lies up to the minute as the Presstitutes pander to the criminals in it
This change don't you know that when your leaders play around there's no honor in their virtue
In Malmö, or Rinkby, or Husby or the rest of this place!

Last Night in Sweden made The Statesmen grumble what is Trump smoking and what does He mean?!
You'll find Allah in every car bomb cluster the writing on the wall's your last warning
I can feel a fundie creeping up on me

These tales are very like another when your heads down over your smartphone, brother
It's a shame, it's a crime, it's really not street savvy to be looking at your phone, not looking at the city
Wait a minute! Ya seen one crowded, rioting, Muslim town Hijabis suffer when the summer heats up
Swedish girls wear bikinis get realm Yer talking 'bout extremists
Not every Muslim, you fucking racist they get their kicks from peace and prayer-time, this time

Last Night in Sweden made the Muzzies rumble now streets are filled with Muzzies rioting
Last Night in Sweden made the Newsmen chuckle hashtag NOT ALL and not these refugees
Cannot be too careful with your news story

These Swedes are gonna be the witness to their leaders win the gold in mental gymnastics! 
This grips me more than would a "Merkeled" German, or disgruntled Imam!
Too bad I'm only watching the game, not controlling it!
I don't see you guys raising the kinds of queries I'm contemplating
Instead you watch another biased video because the truth and facts do NOT excite you! 
So, you better get back to your memes, your causes, and your blinders.

Last Night in Sweden made The Statesmen grumble what is Trump smoking and what does He mean?!
You'll find Allah in every car bomb cluster the dead canary is your last warning
I can see the Swedes are beginning to see
Last Night in Sweden made the Muzzies rumble now Streets are filled with Muzzies rioting
Last Night in Sweden made the Statesmen grumble hashtag NOT ALL and not these refugees
Cannot be too careful with your next story

Letter From America

When you go will you send back a letter from America?
Take a look up the rail track from Miami to Canada 

Well broke off from my work the other day
Spent the evening thinking about all the blood that flowed away 
Across the ocean to the second chance 
I wonder how it go on when it reached the promised land 

I've looked at the ocean tried hard to imagine 
The way you felt the day you sailed from Wester Ross to Nova Scotia
We should have held you, we should have told you 
But you know our sense of timing we always wait too long

Lochaber no more, Sutherland no more Lewis no more, Skye no more
Lochaber no more, Sutherland no more  Lewis no more, Skye no more 
Lochaber no more, Sutherland no more  Lewis no more, Skye no more
I wonder my blood will you ever return 
To help us kick the life back to a dying mutual friend?
Do we not love her I think we all tell you about 
Do we have to roam the world to prove how much it hurts?

When you go will you send back a letter from America?
Take a look up the rail track from Miami to Canada 
Bathgate no more, Linwood no more Methil no more, Irvine no more 
Bathgate no more, Linwood no more Methil no more, Irvine no more
Bathgate no more, Linwood no more Methil no more, Irvine no more
Bathgate no more, Linwood no more Methil no more, Lochaber no more

We'll Meet Again

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day
Keep smiling through, just like you always do
Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away

So will you please say Hello, to the folks that I know tell them I won't be long
They'll be happy to know, that as you saw me go I was singing this song
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

When the Lights Go On Again

When the lights go on again all over the world
And the boys are home again all over the world
And rain or snow is all that may fall from the skies above
A kiss won't mean "goodbye" but "hello to love"

When the lights go on again all over the world
And the ships will sail again all over the world
Then we'll have time for things like wedding rings and free hearts will sing
When the lights go on again all over the world
When the lights go on again all over the world
And the ships will sail again all over the world
Then we'll have time for things like wedding rings and free hearts will sing
When the lights go on again all over the world

Daddy Wouldn't Buy Me A Bow Wow

I love my little cat, I do with soft black silky hair
It comes with me each day to school and sits upon the chair
When teacher says "why do you bring that little pet of yours?"
I tell her that I bring my cat along with me because

Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow!
Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow!
I've got a little cat and I'm very fond of that
But I'd rather have a bow-wow wow, wow, wow, wow

We used to have two tiny dogs such pretty little dears
But daddy sold 'em 'cause they used to bite each other's ears
I cried all day, at eight each night Papa sent me to bed
When Ma came home and wiped my eyes I cried again and said

I'll be so glad when I get old to do just as I "likes"
I'll keep a parrot and at least a half a dozen tykes
And when I've got a tiny pet I'll kiss the little thing
Then put it in its little cot and on to it I'll sing

Maybe It's Because I'm A Londoner

Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner that I love London so
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner that I think of her wherever I go
I get a funny feeling inside of me just walking up and down
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner that I love London town
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner that I love London so
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner that I think of her wherever I go
I get a funny feeling inside of me just walking up and down
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner that I love London town

The Black Tag & The Millstone

The Black Tag & The Millstone

You like to and want to put me down and say that I am fucking worthless
It is nothing but a perverted theatre to fill your void of fucking nothingness
You want to kick a man when he is down to make the humiliation go further
I hate the sound of your voice and I hate the sound of your fucking laughter
You go around town with your cronies thinking you are some kind of king
I just want you to know that to me your fucking title does not mean a thing

There is nothing inside of you that cannot deal with any kind of comprehension
And you fucking wanted to erase me and delete me from my own very existence
I will despise you I will detest you for every fucking laceration that you have done 
For you have given and I have fucking received to bite the hand that feeds only one
The black tag that is on my skin has been branded and is now burning and tormenting me
The millstone around my neck is so fucking heavy it is drowning me into the cold seas
The black tag that is on my skin has been branded and is now burning and tormenting me
The millstone around my neck is so fucking heavy it is drowning me into the cold seas

I cannot believe of all of the shit you put me through to justify your reasons
Your delusion has no bounds and nothing forever matters to no fucking one 
You want to kick a man when he is down to make the humiliation go further
I hate the sound of your voice and I hate the sound of your fucking laughter
You go around town with your cronies thinking you are some kind of king
I just want you to know that to me your fucking title does not mean a thing

You live and love just for yourself and you do not fucking care if anyone does get hurt
You want to be fucking number one and you want to treat people as if they are just dirt
You live and love just for yourself and you do not fucking care if anyone does get hurt
You want to be fucking number one and you want to treat people as if they are just dirt
If there was a cross made especially for you I will give you a fucking savage crucifixion 
How can you live with yourselves where there is nothing to justify any of your actions
If there was a cross made especially for you I will give you a fucking savage crucifixion 

You Can Go To Hell

You have set me up the wrong way 
You want to railroad me into your oblivion 
You have done things to put me to shame
But you are the one who wrote this chapter
You can go to hell you can go to hell
But I'm going back home to Texas 

Can't believe all of the shit you have said
One more day and I will end up dead
A can of beer and a shot of whisky to calm my mood
But I know you are the one who will end as a fool
You can go to hell you can go to hell
But I'm going back home to Texas 

Why can't you shut your fucking mouth you goddamn hypocrite 
Just like OJ if the glove don't fit you must acquit 
I cannot believe all of your fucking shit 
I'd rather shoot myself in the head than live 
You can go to hell you can go to hell 
But I'm going back home to Texas

You have set me up the wrong way 
You want to railroad me into your oblivion 
You have done things to put me to shame
But you are the one who wrote this chapter
You can go to hell you can go to hell
But I'm going back home to Texas 

Bloody Creed The New Age Of Terror 1

The Ground Pounder

You have awaken a monster from the depths of the abyss
He will destroy you and annihilate every part of your fibre
Bludgeoned down and straight into oblivion out of existence
What gave you the right to unleash this beast who breathes fire
The monster has arisen I will pound you down straight into the ground
To drown into the dark and murky waters and you will never be found

Man is at fault for creating such a creature borne out of the flames
Subjugate this world into annihilation and will never ever remain
Bludgeoned down and straight into oblivion out of existence
What gave you the right to unleash this beast who breathes fire
The monster has arisen I will pound you down straight into the ground
To drown into the dark and murky waters and you will never be found

From the shadows I am reborn from the shadows I have awaken 
You have awaken a monster from the depths of the abyss
He will destroy you and annihilate every part of your fibre
Bludgeoned down and straight into oblivion out of existence
What gave you the right to unleash this beast who breathes fire
The monster has arisen I will pound you down straight into the ground
To drown into the dark and murky waters and you will never be found

This Spiritual Void

You are the one who walks with broken wings
Don’t you know that they don’t mean a thing
You want to find some healing from your healer
Inside the spiritual void your world will become smaller

There ain’t no voodoo master or some dime a dozen preacher
The fire will burn and blaze just to take you higher and higher
You want to find some healing from your healer
Inside the spiritual void your world will become smaller

What is mine is mine so take yours and leave me alone
There is nothing for you and there is nothing for you to own
There is a stomp to your face to leave you in fucking disgrace
Just have to accept this fact to put you in your fucking place
You want to find some healing from your healer
Inside the spiritual void your world will become smaller

Purgation Of  The Earth

I hate everything in this fucking world and all that it fucking stands for

To breathe the oxygen in the air feels nothing more than a death sentence

The endless narcissism has created a clown parade of fucking idiotic morons and stupidity

They waste away the resources and the populous has to put up with their superficial malignancy

Fuck all the losers and the wasters that dwell because all they want is more

They are all lambs to the slaughter they should be taken away from existence

Cull the human herd into submission make them pay for the atrocities they have committed

Suicide bomb their lives into apathy and drown them into a black ocean of fucking misery

Give them a nine eleven and a seven seven and liquid bomb them away into the scorched earth policy

Fuck the vanity and fuck the narcissism as it dredges into their pitiful lives

They chose to live inside a fucking pathetic closed minded exclusive bee hive 

One more terrorist attack and they will cry over it like a child over spilt milk 
Hashtag on their vanity spaces but not an ounce of or a drop of fucking sympathy 
Waste begone from my earth you don't deserve to put a foot upon this planet 
Enough damage has been done from your pollutants and your entitlement 
Fuck the scum hypocrites who behind religion as a cover for their sins 
You broke the ten commandments now you shall face day to day extermination 

Consume themselves into a fucking abyss and let what created them annihilate each and everyone of them 
The sooner we plunge this world into darkness the better
Human filth and degenerates everywhere people crawling all over this beautiful planet like cockroaches shitting on everything 
A cancer a plague on Mother Earth killing everything on sight
May a flood wash everything away so that the purification by fire can bring in the first light

The Embalmed & The Tormented

I drown within a pit of despair a void of emptiness with no one there
My soul is blackened I cannot feel a thing inside a world with everything now 
A drug addicted mind and a fucked reprobate that is clinging to nothing
Beyond this fallen earth there is nothing but cold freezing winds
A mountain of narcissism and anorexia nervosa within a world that does not mean a thing 
Sick with a disease that cannot be cured no remedy to fix a heart so broken 

Raging demons howling with unapologetic laughter and screaming beyond in echoes of pain
I can hear the Gods calling out my name the Olympus with an empty temple bestows those without any shame 
A circle of tyrants tending the fruit of their orchards dining on meat from the hunts and the wars
Morbid tales are told from elders of the orient Ain Elohim and the chieftains of death

Inside a temple of depression stands a god embalmed within a frozen human shell 
And his flesh and his once living organs is bleeding and lacerating inside his hell
The winters of the ages has been thrust upon this denizen freezing the lands with cold winds and a blizzard of hate and anger 
No earth or realm will be left for pathetic human existence when The Elders reclaim what is their domain and begin the punishment by use of enslavement 

I drown within a pit of despair a void of emptiness with no one there
My soul is blackened I cannot feel a thing inside a world with everything now 
A drug addicted mind and a fucked reprobate that is clinging to nothing
Beyond this fallen earth there is nothing but cold freezing winds
A mountain of narcissism and anorexia nervosa within a world that does not mean a thing 
Sick with a disease that cannot be cured no remedy to fix a heart so broken 

The Cull & The Flood

Manipulate and capitulate and hold the world for ransom
Decapitate and enslave hold a populous in indentured servitude
Brainwash the masses so that they are left without an iota of intelligence 
Worship the words of false prophets and fake icons
Dance into a false world where nothing is what it seems
Fuck all the losers who want to praise themselves into fake adulations and admirations 

Fire blast the world and stamp a tattoo of a dictatorship signature
Lesion and lacerate every suture and break down every marrow and ligature
If the truth be known cast the first one with your stone to the ones you disown
This world is fucked beyond compare and there is nothing to instigate repair
Expose the bone marrow of a hypocrisy and let no tomorrow cast itself into a fucking dependency 

A shot gun blast to the face of world wide narcissism and entitlement 
Deliver the moron race hatred that they will suffer with it right  down to their graves
No more slavery for intelligence no more doublespeak for life fulfilment 
Castigate and shame the self centred ones for they will be marked with pain
Eviscerate and whiplash the fools into a realm of hatred by the very populous they humiliated 

Cleanse this earth for those who deserve may they not walk a foot on this earth 
Human filth shall be buried under my feet they will be the fodder for guns and the sound of fire from cannons 
Land of the ancestors shall be reclaimed and this world will be once more be renewed by purification by the flood land waters 
Toxic subhumans will never breed again death by fire is what their defeat will remain
Fuck the egotism it is nothing more than a pissing match for the vanity
Burn down their palaces watch them try to rebuild a sordid life out from nothing

To Destroy A Kingdom

The world is full of entitlement and the populous are begging for their own fucking enslavement 
Hiding behind false names safe behind a cyber screen this is a plot towards their demise and their entropy 
Narcissistic by nature and no modesty within themselves
Damn the eyes and throw this world unto oblivion and countdown the timer towards annihilation
The traitors, the liars and the false prophets have contributed nothing for the kingdom, behead them on the towers that were built from their arrogance 

They hold vapid and empty icons with self esteem as sources for their own narcissism and pathetic vanity 
Toxic since the inception without a thought and without a conscience no forethought to gain knowledge 
Become a grind bastard and destroy any opposition despise and fight those with blades and ammunition 
They will inherit nothing for they will not have the kingdom and let wrought be unto them and their kind forever 

Enslavement is appropriate for these fools and may their humiliation become brutal and cruel 
Circumvent all forms of their narcissism and execute them with the force of an unhinged brute 
Fuck them all into a funeral pyre and let the flames burn into their weak and spineless bodies
One by one they will have their end of days in Gehenna they will all kill each other just for company 

Industrial toxins damage your brain chemistry affecting your mind sense of self perception of the world
Their lack of self respect is their downfall just fuelled by egotism, narcissism, entitlement and greed 
I hope to God to wash away these motherfuckers into a deluge so that they are food and prey for the predatory 
Fuck these vacuous fools and pray they see the front of a 44 Calibre aimed right at their fucking faces
Fuck the everything now culture and now let us ensure there is a sermon of demolition for these slaves  

When Your Empire Burns In Ruin

You have fucked it all up with your arrogant manipulation
You made me an object for your abuses and your justification 
You cannot fathom what will behold you and that you cannot undue
I don't hear a word that you say because it is not fucking true 
It's obvious that you cannot see due to your ignorance and an inherent lack of vision

Destroy everything around you and give me a reason on what you think is right 
The only thing you will ever understand is when you are at the last tethers of your fucking life
A knife is drawn straight at your heart severing your arteries apart
My hatred is spread worldwide and what does thou not art 
A knife is drawn straight at your heart severing your arteries apart
My hatred is spread worldwide and what does thou not art 

Every day draws closer to the end of your fraudulent empire 
You had your chance so now you will witness this funeral pyre 
You made me an object for your abuses and your justification
A decimation upon decimation the destruction of a dictator's nation
Shake the empirical foundation to its core and begin the severe killing implementations 

When the stillness comes and your empire is burning into oblivion 
No remorse for the despot and no remorse for your termination
When the stillness comes and your empire is burning into oblivion 
No remorse for the despot and no remorse for your termination
All of the beatings you gave us we will use them against you 
All of the beatings you gave us we will use them against you 
We have become so fucking powerful we have become so fucking powerful  

Soul Assassination

From the very depths I will have control and will inhabit your very fucking soul
I will possess you into submission and leave you into a state of dehydration 
You are the puppet and I am the master and I will force you to dance for your captors
You broke the ten commandments now you shall face day to day extermination

Twist your mind into a figure of eight deceive you with my sleight of hand 
You cannot undo what is your fate for you are one of the damned
My sword is aimed for your fucking throat
No more leaders and no more saviours and lords
There is no respect for you and your kind
You are in the circus in which the blind leads the blind

I am your profit of doom for I am count-downing the Armageddon clock
You cannot conceive what I have planned for it is you on the chopping block 
Pay attention if you don't heed the words of your master
For your circumstance it will end with an oncoming disaster 

Mass hypnotize the public into a realm of stupidity and ignorance for they will suffer into a purgatorial impertinence
Their minds are distorted from years and years of promised fortune and fame
You touch my fire you will burn by the wrath of my flames
Their infamy will be used as a lesson to satiate and envenom their demolition 
An asteroid with their name emblazoned and tattooed 
There is nothing that can be for when their own culling will be their doom

Undisputed & Unrepentant

The guitar in my hand is a fucking war machine you are just an insignificant little something
You want me to think like you and become selfish and trite
But I know that you have something to lose and it dwells in the back of your mind 
Your arrogance will be the better of you and you will pay that fucking price 
The guitar in my hand is a fucking war machine you are just an insignificant little something

Confiscate and distort everything that I have fucking worked hard for 
It's been a game to you just so that you can even the fucking score
Confiscate and distort everything that I have fucking worked hard for 
It's been a game to you just so that you can even the fucking score
You want something for nothing so you can damn and blast the others 
Like a mind like Hitler you will always say you were only following orders 

The guitar in my hand is a fucking war machine you are just a fucking nobody who gave up on your dreams 
You have said enough now you are the lamb chosen for the slaughter 
If you had any sight or any lack of some fucking reasonable consciousness 
You would see the damage done by your own arrogance and grandeur 
The guitar in my hand is a fucking war machine you are just a fucking nobody who gave up on your dreams 

The guitar in my hand is a fucking war machine it will kill and destroy everything you will ever have to see
Leeching of the back of others trying to seek some form of popularity
Expose the bone marrow of a hypocrisy and let no tomorrow cast itself into a fucking dependency 
You will soon see that your time and luck is running out and you will fall into the abyss into the company of Hades
The guitar in my hand is a fucking war machine it will kill and destroy everything you will ever have to see

No More The Kingdom

Mankind has become the fault-line heading towards its own extinction 
At break neck speed an early demise hurtling towards its own destruction 
As the ground begins to shake an earthquake will send them to the seas
Religion the monarch to bring them down onto their knees and feet
Subjugated into submission and awaiting a torrid of brutal annihilation 
Ramifications are totally immanent blood will spill when they haven't any defences 
World War Three is the event horizon a sordid end of all fucking creation 
Propaganda and politics a tool used to develop narcissism and entitlement 
A culture has been held to ransom to bring enslavement and imprisonment 

A dumbed downed species which thinks it has some form of authority 
Pillage their towns and villages and leave them into a time of grave austerity
Cut off all of their food supplies and parch them all into a dying thirst
A lesson to show that they are not the ones who were supposed to be created first
This kingdom has had enough of this intolerance and narcissistic imperfections
Send out the inquisition and prepare the fires for their exterminations and executions 
God never had a plan for them, even He would want to deluge them again
Liars and criminals are the first for the hangman's noose 
Cheaters and adulterers and paedophiles will have their genitals removed
The heretics and the atheists will be free to live without these moronic cretins for they have no fucking use 

Mankind has become the fault-line heading towards its own extinction 
At break neck speed an early demise hurtling towards its own destruction 
As the ground begins to shake an earthquake will send them to the seas
Religion the monarch to bring them down onto their knees and feet
Subjugated into submission and awaiting a torrid of brutal annihilation 
Ramifications are totally immanent blood will spill when they haven't any defences 
World War Three is the event horizon a sordid end of all fucking creation 
Propaganda and politics a tool used to develop narcissism and entitlement 
A culture has been held to ransom to bring enslavement and imprisonment