6:50 p.m. - 2004-12-14
Letras dos lados B de Jesus
THE PUBLIC IMAGE
When I'm dead
it will be read
here lies the Public Image
five percent human being
and ninety-five image
What you see is what you get
and what you get may well be worth seeing
but, just be careful
when you walk on those old broken stones
because they are my feelings
If I smile
do not be swayed
I simply serve the Public Image
when all have gone
just one remains
Thank God for the Public Image
What you see is what you get
and what you get may well be worth seeing
but, just be careful
when you walk on those old broken stones
because they are my feelings
Scrape beneath the surface and
you will find more Public Image
I used to have
a childish dream
until I had it kicked from me
I tried to pass myself off
as a human being
but the truth soon exposed me
I had a love
and she was very kind
but she was no match
for the Public Image
What you see is all there is
and what there is may well be worth seeing
but, just be careful what you say
about people like me
because we don't take it lightly
THE SLUM MUMS
Six filthy children from
six absent fathers
and then you turn to us for succour
because you think we're just suckers
we may be Welfare (oh yeah)
but we don't care
and we're paid to despise
your council house eyes oh oh oh
You can change your name
and you can bleach your skin
camouflage your accent
so that even you don't recognise it
but you won't escape from the Slum Mums
because you are one
because you live & breed like one
and the Labour Government
can't stand the Slum Mums
it's ingrained
underneath your fingernails
The office of The Social Service
is strategically placed
in a dowdy rowdy part of town
to discourage you from signing
we make you feel as if you're whining
when you claim
what's legally yours oh oh oh
You can change your name
and you can bleach your skin
camouflage your accent
so that even you don't recognise it
but you won't escape from the Slum Mums
because you are one
because you live and breed like one
and the Labour Government can't stand the Slum Mums
it's ingrained
underneath your fingernails
Take you and your ratpack brood
to the long blessed part of the meadow
administer seven doses lethal
and illegal
which may render you elsewhere
(The last verse is a bit difficult to pick out.
Perhaps it alludes to a sentence handed down
from a devious, truculant & unreliable "Judge",
and uses the actual words which would be read out in Court,
whereby the poor unfortunate is taken to a specific place
and forced to ingest a lethal dose of some kind of Poison?
You Decide.)
NO ONE CAN HOLD A CANDLE TO YOU
Say farewell
To your fair-weather friends
And not a second too soon
To lead a life among ruins
Well there was nothing left but to
Cut ourselves loose
These fascists and philistines
Of violence and fashion
These modern-day philistines
They stand on your hands
They stand on my hands
Any day now we'll perish
These are nervous times
No one can hold a candle to you
When it comes down to virtue and truth
No one can hold a candle to you
And I dim next to you
No one can hold a candle to you
When it comes down to old-fashioned virtue
Kingdom rise
Open your eyes
Make up your mind
Am I Einstein or am I Frankenstein?
He said pull them away
To kingdom come
Oh what a kingdom we won!
No one can hold a candle to you
When it comes down to virtue and truth
No one, no one can hold a candle to you
And I dim next to you
Hiroshima
