Fin De Siecle

Generation sex
Respects
The rights
Of girls
Who want to take their clothes off
As long as we can all watch that's okay
And generation sex
Elects
The type
Of guys
You wouldn't leave your kids with
And shouts "off with their heads" if they get laid
Lovers watch their backs
As hacks
In macs
Take snaps
Through telephoto lenses
Chase mercedes benzes through the night
A mourning nation weeps
And wails
But keeps
The sales
Of evil tabloids healthy
The poor protect the wealthy in this world
Generation sex
Injects
The sperm
Of worms
Into the eggs of field mice
So you can look real nice for the boys
And generation sex
Is me
And you
And we
Should really all know better

I was born in londonderry
I was born in derry city too
Oh what a special child
To see such things and still to smile
I know that there was something wrong
But i kept my head down and carried on

I grew up in enniskillen
I grew up in inis ceathlain too
Oh what a clever boy
To watch your hometown be destroyed
I know that would not stay long
So i kept my head down and carried on

Who cares where national borders lie
Who cares whose laws you're governed by
Who cares what name you call a town
Who'll care when you're six feet beneath the ground

From the corner of my eye
A hint of blue in the black sky
A ray of hope, a beam of light
An end to thirty years of night
The church-bells ring, the children sing
What is this strange and beautiful thing
It's the sunrise
Can you see the sunrise?
I can see the sunrise

Freezing monday morning
She is waiting for her train to come
I brush past her, smell her perfume
Watch her hair move as she turns to go
She doesn't know i exist
I'm gonna keep it like this
I'm not gonna take any risks this time

She's not like the others
With their papers and their headphones on
She reads novels by french authors with loose morals
She can do no wrong
I wouldn't say i'm obsessed
I don't wanna see her undressed
We can be prince and princess in my dream
And we're dancing
Through the evening
'til the morning

Here comes the flood
Rivers of mud, baby
Here comes the quake
Evacuate while you still can
Here comes the fire
Our funeral pyre, baby
Here comes the flood
Here comes the blood bath

Here comes the fly
Fifty foot high, baby
Here comes the war
More blood and gore
Than you can stand
Here comes the race
From outer space, baby
It's all over
We're all gonna die

If the good lord intended me to live in l.a., he'd have given me a machine gun. still, here i am, just another little worried citizen of this modern-day pompeii waiting for the melt-down, the sh
Wn, the great american close-down. when that fault-line that runs right through society's fabric finally snaps and the whole damn thing starts unravelling. why watch the sports channel, when you
Watch cnn? ladies and gentlemen, the greatest race in history, the race to end all races, in fact the race to end history. in lane one

A butterfly flies through the forest rain
And turns the wind into a hurricane
I know that it will happen
'cause i believe in the certainty of chance

A schoolboy yawns, sits back and hits return
While round the world computers crash and burn
I know that it will happen
'cause i believe in the certainty of chance

And i believe
I can see it all so clearly now
You must go and i must set you free
'cause only that will bring you back to me
I know that it will happen
Because i believe in the certainty of chance

Sometimes at night the darkness and silence weighs on me. peace frightens me. perhaps i fear it most of all. i feel it's only a facade, hiding the face of hell. i think of what's in store for my
Dren tomorrow; "the world will be wonderful", they say; but from whose viewpoint? we need to live in a state of suspended animation, like a work of art; in a state of enchantment... de
D. detached.