Nobody Sings

I woke up in the morning, Blood was on the sheet, I looked at all the women When I passed them in the street.

Oh no one sings about it, but it happens all the time.

I met an old old woman Who made my blood run cold. You don't stop wanting sex, she said, Just because you're old.

Oh no one sings about it, but it happens all the time.

I could be glad of the change of life, But it makes me feel so strange. If your life is being wanted Do you want your life to change?

Do you want your skin to wrinkle And your cunt get sore and dry? And they say it's just your hormones If you cry and cry and cry.

Oh no one sings about it, but it happens all the time.

I could be glad of the change of life, But it makes me feel so strange. If your life is being wanted Do you want your life to change?

Oh Doctor

Oh, doctor, tell me, make me well. What's wrong with me the way I am? I know I'm sad. I may be sick. I may be bad. Please cure me quick.

Where are you taking my skin? Where are you putting my bones? I shut my eyes and I opened wide, But why is my heart on the other side?

Where are you taking my skin? Where are you putting my bones? Why are you putting my brain in my cunt? You're putting me back all back to front.

Stop looking up me with your metal eye. Stop cutting me apart before I die.

Stop, put me back. Stop, put me back, Put back my body.

Who are you giving my womb? Who are you showing my breath? Tell me what you whisper to nurse, Whatever I've got, you're making it worse.

Who are you giving my womb? Who are you showing my breath? I'm wide awake, but I still can't shout. Why can't I see what you're taking out?

Stop looking up me with your metal eye. Stop cutting me apart before I die.

Stop, put me back. Stop, put me back Put back my body.

I want to see myself. I want to see inside myself. Give me back my head. I'll put my heart in straight.

I want to see myself. I want to see inside myself. Let me out of bed now. I can't wait To see myself.

Give me back my body. I can see myself.

Give me back my body. I can see myself.

Something to Burn

What can we do, nothing to do, about sickness and dying.

What can we do, nothing to do, but cursing and crying.

Find something to burn. Let it go up in smoke. Burn burn burn your troubles away.

Sometimes it's witches, or what will you choose? Sometimes it's lunatics, shut them away.

It's blacks, it's women, it's often Jews. We'd all be quite happy if they'd go away. Please go away.

Find something to burn, Let it go up in smoke. Burn burn burn your troubles away.

What can we do, nothing to do, What can we do, nothing to do, What can we do, nothing to do, What can we do, nothing to do, What can we do

If Everybody Worked as Hard as Me

If everybody worked as hard as me, if our children's shirts are white, if their language is polite, if nobody stays out late at night, Oh, happy family.

Oh, the country's what it is because the family's what it is because the wife is what she is to her man.

Oh, I do all I can. Yes, I do all I can. Oh, I do all I can. Yes, I do all I can.

I try to do what's right, So that I'll never be alone and afraid in the night. I try to do what's right, So nobody comes knocking at my door in the night, And the horrors that are done will not be done to me.

Nobody loves a scold, nobody loves a slut, nobody loves you when you're old. Nobody loves you unless you keep your mouth shut. Nobody loves you if you don't support your man.

Oh, happy family your dreams will all come true. You’ll make your country strong. You’ll make your country strong.

Oh the country's what it is because the family's what it is because the wife is what she is to her man.

Oh please do all you can (please do all you can) Oh, please don't do what's wrong.

Just try to do what’s right, so you'll never be alone and afraid in the night. Oh try to do what’s right, So nobody comes knocking at your door in the night. So the horrors that are done will not be done to you.

(Yes you can, yes you can) Oh the country's what it is (Yes you can, yes you can) Cuz the family's what it is (Yes you can, yes you can) Cuz the wife is what she is to her man. To her man. To her man.

If You Float

If you float you're a witch. If you scream you're a witch. If you sink, then you're dead anyway.

If you cure you're a witch. Or impure you're a witch. Whatever you do, you must pay.

Fingers are pointed, a knock at the door, You may be a mother, a child or a whore.

If you complain you're a witch. Or you're lame you're a witch. Marks or deviations count for more.

Got big tits you're a witch. Fall to bits you're a witch. He likes them young, concupiscent and poor.

Fingers are pointed, a knock at the door, They're coming to get you, do you know what for?

So don't drop a stitch, My poor little bitch. If you're making a spell: Do it well.

Deny it you're bad. Admit it you're mad. Say nothing at all. They'll damn you to hell.

Lament for the Witches

Where, where, where have the witches gone? Who, who, who are the witches now? Here we are. Here we are.

All the gentle witches' spells blast the doctors' sleeping pills. Witches hanging in the sky haunt the courts where lawyers lie, Here we are. Here we are. Here we are. Here we are.

They were gentle witches with healing spells. They were desperate witches with no way out but the other side of hell, with no way out but the other side of hell.

Witch's crying in the night switches out your children's light. All your houses safe and warm struck at by the witches' storm. Here we are. Here we are. Here we are. Here we are.

They were gentle witches with healing spells. They were desperate witches with no way out but the other side of hell. No way out but the other side of hell.

Gentle witches with healing spells. They were desperate witches with no way out but the other side of hell. The other side of hell. Here we are.

Look in the mirror tonight. Would they have hanged you then? Would they have hanged you then? Ask how they're stopping you now.

Look in the mirror tonight. Would they have hanged you then? Would they have hanged you then? Ask how they're stopping you now.

Where, where, where have the witches gone? Who, who, who are the witches now? Here we are.

Evil Women

Evil women Is that what you want? Is that what you want to see? On the movie screen Of your own wet dream? Evil women.

Does she do what she's told or does she nag? Are you cornered in the kitchen by a bitching hag?

Satan's lady, Satan's pride. Satan's baby, Satan's bride, A devil woman's not easily satisfied.

If you like sex sinful, what you want is us. You can be sucked off by a succubus. We had this man, and afterwards he died.

Do you ever get afraid You don't do it right? Does your lady demand it Three times a night?

If we don't say you're big Do you start to shrink? We earn our own money We buy our own drink.

Did you learn you were dirty boys, did you learn Women were wicked to make you burn? (x4)

(Satan’s lady, Satan’s pride, Satan’s baby, Satan’s bride,) (x3)

Evil women, is that what you want? Is that what you want to see In your movie dream?

Do they scream and scream? Do they scream and scream? Do they scream and scream?

Evil women. Evil women. Evil women.

Women.