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I Hate Films (Hodgson)

Celluloid images make me scream
The bastard son of the Hollywood dream
Leading ladies are taking their pills
All night parties in Beverly Hills

What are you waiting for
The stage is set for you
The stage is set for you
The stage is set

Frame by frame
Name by name
The credits roll on forever
Dame by dame

Gun In A Room (Hodgson)

It took twenty-two years
To pull a flower from the rubble
It took twenty-two years
To locate the trouble
But they're still here
And we're still there
And there's no prospect
And people don't care
But there's a gun in a room
And a man on the floor

It took twenty-two years
To get the message from heaven
It took twenty-two years
Until sixty seven
But they're not aware
And we stand and stare
And there's no interest
And people don't share
But there's a gun in a room
And a man on the floor

A building with a gun inside
An empty room
A suicide

King Bitch (For The Zoo Boys)

Is your conscience clear today
Did you really want me to stay
You'll sing "Death" till you're blue in the face
Don't you try
To make amends
It's too late

You're alone with your bad dreams
Just an advert for your means
Playing to no one in an empty room
Don't you try
To make amends
It's too late

The Zoo Boys are back in their cage
Silent demands suppresing rage
No escape for the Zoo ideal
A middle eight without any feel

The end of an era or so I thought
The last battle had been fought
It's your loss you little creep
Don't try
To make amends
It's too late

Radio Indifference (Hodgson)

The sound travels as the crow flies
The birds cannot sit on the wire
The rush of fire ignores its words
It cannot hear for fear of silence

The sound of the freedom bell
Is trapped beneath a sea of lies
The cracked and dirty voice of liberty
Is finally broken

The fat cats do the can-can
The have-nots do the cannot
The ship of hope elopes to an island
The bald eagle glides in the distance

The maundy girl is hair-brained
The lying maiden is locked in her tower
The speakers blare out
The riots flare up
The rich go to heaven
And the truth goes to hell