The ghost of Cain, 1986 We went into town on the tuesday night Searching all the places that you hang about We're looking for you In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs. In the discotheques and the gaming pubs We're looking for you You will pay the price for my own sweet brother And what he has become And a hundred other boys and girls And all that you have done We picked up the trail at the Seven Crowns. One of your cronies - he was doing your rounds We followed him Just a silhouette figure up market pass. Where the headlamps shine on the groken glass We followed him Over the bridge by the old canal Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall He stopped to light up a cigarette And we dived into a doorway No Police, no summous, no courts of law No proper procedure, no rules of war (No, No, No, ) No mitigating circumstance (No, No, No, ) No lawyers fees, no second chance (No, No, No, ) There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat There are old folk battered In the open street In this city of ours There are eyes that see but say nothing at all There are ears that hear but they don't recall In this city of ours So we followed your man back to your front door and we're waiting for you outside 'cause not everybody here is scared of you Not everybody passes on the other side No Police, no summous, no courts of law... (No, No, No, ) No proper procedure, no rules of war... (No, No, No) No mitigating circumstance... (No, No, No, ) No lawyers fees, no second chance... (No, No, No) And we could spent our whole lives waiting for some thunderbolt to come And we could spent our whole lives waiting for some justice to be done Unless we make our own No Police, no summous, no courts of law... (No, No, No, ) No proper procedure, no rules of war... (No, No, No) No mitigating circumstance... (No, No, No, ) No lawyers fees, no second chance... (No, No, No)

8-way Santa, 1991 I'm taking I'm got some I'm drinking And I'm driving See me Calling me Don't eat Don't sleep Got my smell On my clothes Wired god No one knows Yeah! After... Yeah! After... after me! I'm taking I'm got some I'm drinking And I'm driving See me Calling me Don't eat Don't sleep Got my smell On my clothes Wired god No one knows Yeah! After... Yeah! After... after me! I'm driving

Exposure, 1995 Every day was a fight against your own suicide Parasites and mites suckled from the inside They always came completely mixed up Always called your name, blood-suckling creatures: We can give you something, Something you always searched for We can show you something You never had before Arising sensations for your flesh and blood But all these fallacies at the abyss of madness Makes you see that you could also get brainless It's your decision about life and death Promising something Like power and strength Promising something Creatures, creatures of madness Dancing in your mind Creatures, creatures of madness Dancing in your mind, Dancing in your mind I can give you something, Something you always searched for I can show you something, You never've seen before Making a promise, You never heard before You can get something, You always waited for Creatures, creatures of madness Dancing in your mind Creatures, creatures of madness Dancing in your mind Urging you to a painkilling suicide Urging you to a painkilling suicide Painkilling suicide

Under Jolly Roger, 1987 Weigh anchor, hoist the sails Cruisin' for booty on watery trails No exploiter we see can still sail on Our cannons fire till his ship goes down Fly our flag, we teach them fear Capture them, the end is near Firing guns they shell burn Surrender or fight there's no return Under Jolly Roger Venerable scoundrels, no blood on our hands Our engagement are tough, but only for defense Carefully we sail around the reefs To force those die-hards to their knees Fly our flag, we teach them fear Capture them, the end is near Firing guns they shell burn Surrender or fight there's no return Under Jolly Roger Coming through the waves to free all the captives Boarding the vessels we know all the tactics We're the menace, the curse of the sea We pulverize the men'o'war pay or flee Fly our flag, we teach them fear Capture them, the end is near Firing guns they shell burn Surrender or fight there's no return Under Jolly Roger