I’m a traitor such a traitor I’ll sell you down the line
Don’t ask me what I know but it’s a capital crime
Registration for the nation, play dirty politics
I seek publicity, skirt the issues, can’t you hear the cameras click?

I don’t understand, I thought we had a plan
Now we’ve got our man, he won’t fight
No I won’t fight, I won’t fight
I won’t fight
Go fight for yourself

I Walk Alone

You took me surprise, oh oh
I didn’t see it in your eyes oh no
There ain’t no final number, there’s no curtain call
Try it on if it fits, now you’ve tried it all
Circumstantial evidence at the scene of the crime
I heard it from a witness who couldn’t read the signs
Now you’ve raised the stakes it’s time to learn the score
I’m waiting for appointments and it’s getting me so bored

And I’m out of the times, I walk alone
I take my time, I walk alone
I walk alone

Guilty Secret

Took ideals for your singular fixation
Won’t be party to infatuation
Take your time there’s no need to hurry
When you’re right you don’t need to worry
Taking theories based on animal logic
Take your reason hide it in your pocket
I’ve got no anger only mistrust
Need no guidance leave it up to us

You’ve got a guilty secret
I know you can’t keep it
You’ve got a guilty secret
I know

Factory Living

Sometimes I wonder why do I bother at all
When I could get a job down at the factory and work where all my friends are

It’s no fun starving just to keep your integrity
It’s no fun starving better to work down at the factory

Sometimes I wonder why do I worry about those things that you do
And then I see you late on a Saturday and I know that you’re right
If I had a job you could come and live with me and I would see you every night
If I was working you might come and live with me and I would see you every night

Up To You

Pressure on the dance floor
Can’t recall the beat
Dancing out the doorway
Down the empty streets
Reach down in your pocket
There’s no gold in there
Following a leader
Don’t you be no square

You say it’s not your fault anymore
Still you can’t forget it’s up to you

Nervous in the service
Can’t defend the sky
Movement in the east
Too late to say goodbye
Fashion on the front
You don’t march in time
Looking to a leader
Better read the signs

Do The Robot!

Always had way with morality, get another taste of mortality

Moving like a canine on a three day crawl, waiting for a habit nine feet tall

Nine feet tall

Never came to grips with your sanity, just another victim of your vanity

No known antidote, no known cure, leaves you feeling so insecure


Walk so fine, talk so cool, never passed the walls of the trade school

Never let gravity hold you down, what's the use when you’re spinning around?

Spinning around

Radio Silence

There’s a light, miles below

I hear the roar, time stands still

Across the night, above the moon

Over the hills, with time to kill

Radio silence, takes us home

Radio silence, a static tone

There’s a voice, inside my headset

Behind a face I’ve never seen

And miles below, the night is young,

On top the wings, there is a gun

Radio silence, takes us home

Radio silence, static tone
Higher than heaven

Time stands still

Higher than cities with time to kill

Same Old Place

Every time I turn around, there’s people letting me down

And everywhere that i go, no one ever wants to know

Look I’m tired of the scene, living such stale dreams 

I don’t want to get involved, no i just want to be dissolved

And everywhere, everywhere that I turn

Always see the same old place

And every time, every time that i turn

Always see the same old face, it’s the same old face

it’s the same old place


I hold the world between my hands

She feels so light like she might try to escape tonight

She’s so full of helium and she tries to escape

But I catch her on my string

And she will stay another day, just one more day

I look at the world 
I like what I like

Listen to the world I hear noises in the night

Late October in a Berlin bar

There moves an army in a surplus car

We’re playing with fire so we’d better land soon 

We’d better not burn

Take Me To War

Where is the voice that left me behind?

In a darkened room, at the window

Where is the girl who led me to shore?

Eyes to the sea, knocking at my door

There is tomorrow, head on my pillow

Breath in my arms, voice in my ear

Where is the treasure I buried upstream?

Left on a map from a midnight dream

Come on take me to war

Take me to war
I’m ready for invasion

Take me to shore

Need no persuasion