Something Bad

<br>I was raised to expect continuity. Instead I get this..<br><br>The monster has red hair<br>The monster has green eyes<br>She laughs and bites her quarry`s nose<br>as she pulls herself astride<br>Her double-jointed hips now do their tricks<br>and you can hear his plaintive yells<br>from the plane-crash craters in the Scottish hill<br>to the burning oil wells<br><br>CHORUS:<br>Something bad is giving birth<br>to a thing which won`t melt to your touch<br>Something bad is giving birth<br>to something worse and it`s going to hurt<br><br>His Reebok shoes let in the rain<br>and he coughs into the dawn<br>at he searches for space on the synagogue wall<br>to draw swastikas on<br>Job descriptions change on the firing range<br>All generals are friends<br>So it`s down to the dole with the molotovs<br>It`s problem time again--CHORUS<br><br>You built the metal birds who [shrink] the skies<br>and bring [in weakness?] from the other side of a world<br>All these birds bringing death<br>You find all of our good, there`s only death left<br>Big black hawk swinging low<br>over the rat-run streets of the English ghetto<br>Clean spirit of the island, home at last<br>Come on, come on, come on--crash!<br><br>One man felt ashamed running guns and cocaine<br>for his short-term gain, so every one of us must pay<br>In his New World Order, you can have some nerve gas with your air<br>Thanks to the CIA pussy in the President`s chair!<br><br>Something bad is giving birth<br>See, in the sky its belly bursts!<br>Something bad is giving birth<br>and calls for wounds to slake its thirst<br>Something bad is giving birth<br>No more decay, no more dirt<br>Something bad is giving birth<br>In therefore`s name it stalks the earth<br><br>Do you feel you can deal? Can you fuck!