1.The Dragon Bites
It's coming down from above the clouds
Bared fangs and howling aloud
It's a carnivore - kill the lights
The dragon bites
Yeah, finally unleashed
The black beast came from the east
It's the last time the sky is bright
The dragon bites
Stand up and unite until tomorrow
Now it's time to fight
By hatchet, halberd or by arrow
Against the dragon's bite
Make it fly home
Stand up and unite until tomorrow
Or it may never come
2.Brussels, Babylon
3.World On A Wall
There are times when I look in the mirror
And I like what I see
I know I'm ugly but I can't help it
That I think I'm beautiful - I'm irrational
World on a wall
What do you see behind the mirror
World on a wall
A world on a wall
World on a wall
Tell me you're not seeing a world on a wall
Fine by me if you find yourself attractive
Just don't put that hideous down
What do you gain by causing other people pain
Making them frown - it sure smells brown
A well-fashioned product
Don't necessarily work for everyone
There are wonderful monstrosities
And beautiful jerks - who has won the race
Drop out or fall on your face
Find your own space
Find a space of your own
Not a world on a wall
4.I Shot Ray Bones
I'd been down on my luck for so long
I figured it was time for a change
I shot Bones in cold blood
Had his face rearranged
I took a knife, it was cold and hard
And laid him all under my backyard
And no one but me and my dog
Knows where the pieces are
I shot Ray Bones, I shot Ray Barboni
I shot Ray Bones
I guess that I shouldn't have done it on my own
The other day the cops came round
Asked what I'd been doing down south
It went OK till Buster came in
Through the door with bones in his mouth
5.Violets In My Hand
This is a story about a man
A short story about the violence in his hand
On automatic trigger
He ain't used to taking shit
So no one's giving it
And his ego's getting bigger
He's scarred by his own civil war
Hate - he hurts the ones he hates
He hurts the ones he loves and don't care for
The reaper sleeps on his floor
Violence, violence in his hand
As a child he slept on rainy roofs
Safe from his father's cloven hooves
And his mother's eyes of fire
They never figured out what it all meant
The fear of descent
So, rising from the pyre and the smoke
Redeemingly soaked by the rain
To wash away the pain
To loosen up the strain upon his mind
He still keeps it inside
Violence, violence in his hands
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