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DESTROY ALL FLAGS

in real life romance the flag flies proud and brings tears to the eyes of the righteous

flags and nations are more than mere tokens and can eliminate jazz, communism and household germs

the notion of the nation is as ancient as it is adjacent to the railway station

and there's just one more thing I'd like to make clear

Don't let the flag betray you

Don't let the spectre trace you

Don't let the monster get you

flags, patriotism, nations - stand up and wave you sucker, they've got you right where they want you

these are the real spectres, the zombies that walk upon the earth when there's no more room in hell

a man without a country is like a child without polio or Santa Claus - healthy and under no illusions

so if you see a flag today, burn it or spit on it - this will bring you good luck and you'll help destroy monsters once and for all

FALLING IDOLS

Those five stiffs in the back of my car don't have far to go

I can hear their watery grave a-bubbling just a few yards from the road

Now nobody knows how the poison grows if you don't get rid of them weeds

The thicket thickens, the political ditch gets sticky with new-sown seeds.

Falling idols

Rock of Rome

Soldier Soldiers

Stony Stone

Oh the liberals, in their wheelchairs, sold out and moved to the south

the frosty hairs on their collective moustache grew down over their mouth

"Is there anybody there?" said the listener, knocking on democracy's door

as the guard stubbed out his cigarette on the twisted arm of the law.

Falling idols

Rock of Rome

Soldier Soldiers

Stony Stone

Those five world leaders in the back of my car all said I lacked a heart

I knew about that, yeh, long, long ago when they made us all sit and watch

as they played their dirty, dirtier games in that lands that time forgot

And their innocent victims gave up hope and all we could do was watch

Falling idols

Rock of Rome

Soldier Soldiers

Stony Stone

TAKE HIM TO MARKET

Hold out your hands, oh they are so real

You are the lunchtime index ideal

get on that phone, work until dark

Get up and stretch that squashed little heart

Put on that suit, unreal that tie!

Swallow that urge to curl up and die

drink down that pheremone stink you wear

be busy, important, be real, be there

What are we going to do with you? (take him to market)

You should go down to that funny cellar

It makes me feel like Harry Haller

they play a mad elastic jazz in there

for wolves and madmen only though, you hear

Sometimes I go with Charlie boy

Sometimes I go with Charlie girl

Him carry horse, she carry hammer

we're out of this world in that funny cellar

Show me those feet, oh they are so clean

Put on those dirty American jeans

Get in the street and show me the thrill

of being no one in a world so real

And if you go to that funny cellar

Never look back, the future is grey

be Fellini on a beach of dreams

walk the world along its seams.