Eyes Of Another Lying Bastard

Look at you,
sitting strung-out,
pleading with
those treacherous
unconvincing eyes.


Perspiration dripping,
as your facade
begins slipping,
while your bull-shit,
trips over truth


Lies ooze
from every pore,
as all those stories
I’ve heard before,
dance the tango
on that bitter tongue.


You think I believe you?
No bastard…
This is the last time
you’ll deceive me…

Who Gave The Order

Who gave the order,
the order to kill,
a man in his prime
for daring to rise
from his knees?


For daring to
free his land from
a tyrants cruel hand?


For the crime of
uniting a nation,
so all would
stand together as one?


When the deed was done...


Tell me you
who gave the order,
the order to kill
another good man?


Did you smile,
while millions cried?

Like Festering Sore

Like a festering sore
you’re there,
demanding my attention.


‘Oh scratch me please’
you whine.


Every time I turn on
the TV you scream
colourful lies at me.


Trying to convince me
That he’s the best
She’s the best, the whole
Fucking world's a mess,
As far as I can see


Buy this buy that
any old tat, to improve my
life…


Oh Mr media
take your encyclopedia
of lies and stick it up your arse.