I failed to see
Quite what she’d done to me
I couldn’t see
What she had done to me

It’s gone far too long now
I can’t take any more (and she couldn’t see)
It’s gone too far for me
And she couldn’t see, what she had done to me

Sat on the rooftop
With the world below
Wondering if I fall
Would she want to know?

I failed to see
Quite what she’d done to me
I couldn’t see
What she had done to me

It’s gone far too long now
I can’t take any more (and she couldn’t see)
It’s gone too far for me
And she couldn’t see, what she had done to me

As I lay bleeding
On the concrete floor
I can’t help feeling
I can take just a little more

I failed to see
Quite what she’d done to me
I couldn’t see
What she had done to me

It’s gone far too long now
I can’t take any more (and she couldn’t see)
It’s gone too far for me
And she couldn’t see, what she had done to me

Even as I die
Pain is the easy part
I cannot lie any more
The real shame is the stain upon my heart

I failed to see
Quite what she’d done to me
I couldn’t see
What she had done to me

It’s gone far too long now
I can’t take any more (and she couldn’t see)
It’s gone too far for me
And she couldn’t see, what she had done to me

We don’t do any harm to anyone
But we’re vindicated
And through the things that we have done
We are often hated

By whose ethics do we abide?
With whose morals do we side?
If I don’t believe what you do
Why should I refrain to please the likes of you?

In your eyes what I do is not acceptable
And I offend your religion
But morals are corruptible
And I don’t share your vision

We don’t believe we’ve any done any wrong
But we’ve been chastised
We feel excluded and we don’t belong
We’re only sinners in your eyes

Who writes our legislation?
Do we live by ancient proclamation?
If I don’t believe what you do
Why should I refrain to please the likes of you?

Because of a book written years ago
And a speech a guy made on a hill
And a man who heard a voice from afar
You can make of that what you will

Does religion promote compassion?
Or an undercurrent of repression?
If I don’t believe what you do
Why should I refrain to please the likes of you?

We are blue blooded scavengers
We prey upon the weak
We’re armed to teeth with swords and knives
Your money or your lives!

We sleep in bunks and row by day
We all drink rum along the way
We have a laugh but we’re professional
Efficiency is monitored
Slackers are thrown overboard
Though we like to think we’re pretty rational

We’re effortlessly ruthless
But with roguish love appeal
Lock up your daughters and your wives
Your money or your lives!

They say we leave our loot around
On desert islands underground
And we pace the distances on foot
If they think X marked the spot
And we left treasure we forgot
Then we are race misunderstood

They think that we are mindless thugs
But we’re clever underneath
We are bright and worldly-wise
Your money or your lives!

It seems just a job to most
Although it has rewards to boast
Like our unique profit-sharing scheme
We also get weekends away
In some peaceful cove or bay
In places that you only get to dream

We’ve seen the world twice over
We have sailed the seven seas
He who relents also survives
Your money or your lives!

Your cries nourish the Earth
But they won’t work on me

Your call from continents and beyond
Whistles round
Town-folk say they believe it’s the wind
By its sound

Your pleas frighten the world
But they won’t work on me

Your rage and anger trembles the ground
Send mountains tumbling, waves swirl around
Storms gather and meet upon the sea
But they won’t work on me

Your certain something lightens up the skies
Through the cloud
A gentle glisten, a power behind your eyes
Make me proud

But for every time you involve the world
They won’t work on me

There’s a skirmish in my head,
Revival of a lost fight,
It only ends when all are dead,
And those remain envy light.

Sloth – it consumes my waking breath.
Envy – it’s swallowing my soul.
Lust – it feeds my aching desire.
Just three sins closer to my death.

There’s a bunker being built,
A ridge across my brain,
No place for pride, envy, or guilt,
Just anger and the rain.

Pride – it cushions my fall.
Gluttony – it satisfies my hunger.
Greed – it coaxes me further.
Just three sins to end it all.

There’s scars on my memory,
And they refuse to heal,
Led by jealous authority,
Who lack the form to feel.

Anger ( – consumes my waking breath.)
Anger ( – swallowing my soul.)
Anger ( – feeds my desire.)
Just three sins until my death.

When we’re gone, we become the stars
But stars can be forgotten sometimes

The grass continues to grow
The wind continues to blow
Life goes on, it ebbs and flows
Without a care for where you go

When we’re gone, we become the rain
But we don’t consider every drop

Consider every petal on every flower
The insignificance of an hour
Stare at the sunset from a tower
Seems we have such little power

When we’re gone, we become a leaf on a tree
But leaves fall away and decay

Memories disappear as time goes by
Like so many things and I don’t know why

SOLO

When we’re gone, we’re a stone on the shore
Tossed into the sea, as waves crumble
Carried off to an unfamiliar place
Do you remember me?
Am I in your dream?
Do you remember me?

But I got it wrong
And now you just avoid me
I hid it all along
My heart is vacant
And you won’t come my way

When I’m alone in my room
My mind conjures up ideas all the time
If I’d thought it through
Then perhaps you would be mine

But I went too far
And you don’t want to see me
I sought my guiding star
My soul is scarred
And you won’t come my way

I’m just a lovesick fool
And maybe you’re not worth my time
But if I’d thought it through
Then perhaps you would be mine

But you won’t get out of my head
And you’ve taken over me
This mind of mine is dead
My life is empty
And you won’t come my way

Don’t try to tell me I was born lucky
I’m relying on the message in my fortune cookie

If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work
If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work

Each morning when I wake
I see my dreams break
I never achieved what I was expected to
I was kept back, no matter what I’d do
Unrelenting power
Stopped me flower

Don’t try to tell me you get out what you put in
I always fail and people say I’m a cretin

If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work
If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work

Wach morning when I wake
Seems like a mistake
Have you ever wondered whether there’s luck on the other side?
Maybe I’ll never get there, but I can say that I tried
If I died now
Life would be easier somehow

Don’t try to tell me that it’s just a losing streak
My past seems rosey when my future seems so bleak

If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work
If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work
If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work
If you make your own luck
I lack to tools to work

Teacher, all I want from you
Is a little help not degradation
I just want advice
But you give no indication
All I want from you… is help… help… help…

My last report the teacher wrote
Was ful of witty clever notes
But all to say that I’m not worth the time
You’d offer no support
Just sly digs in my report
My helplessness appears my only crime

Teacher, all I want from you
Is a little help not degradation
I just want advice
But you give no indication
All I want from you… is help… help… help…

My teacher says that I’m no use
Each day a tirade of abuse
Are my only gains from working in your jurisdication
But I know I can achieve
Beyond what you perceive
And your attempts to impose self-limitation

Teacher, all I want from you
Is a little help not degradation
I just want advice
But you give no indication
All I want from you… is help… help… help…

Enter nurse
healing hands
Deals with me with short shrift
It gets worse
Understand
I need to get back to my shift

Hate myself
a disgrace
Office stares at my bandaged head
On the shelf
see my face
In the mirror – I look half dead

But I just
don’t recall
The events of the night before
But I must
never fall
Into alcohol’s tempting lure

SOLO 1

Not again
I find me
Walking through the hospital door
I’m in pain
Cannot see
The product of a messy brawl

I wake up
In a bed
It’s not mine and the ceiling’s grey
Should get up
But instead
The doctor persuades me to stay

Says that I
May have caused
Permanent damage to my brain
Start to cry
World has paused
Look for someone to blame

Grab the nurse
By the throat
He don’t appreciate being abused
Makes things worse
Grab my coat
I’m more than a little confused

Remember
Out the door
It was very cold outside
December
On the floor
They found me clutching to my pride

Frozen tight
Drunken still
Heading for the off-licence
Stayed all night
Rather ill
Chatting to the statue, making no sense

Close to death
Still resist
I’m a dry man in denial
In my breath
Watch my fist
I’m not on that downward spiral

SOLO 2

Who has come
To my wake?
Pushed so many people away
I was dumb
A mistake
That was my final price to pay

Funny how
Now I’m dead
I have managed to stay sober
Too late now
I am dead
So now this nightmare is over