I was raised to expect continuity. Instead I get this..The monster has red hair / The monster has green eyesShe laughs and bites her quarry's nose as she pulls herself astrideHer double-jointed hips now do their tricksand you can hear his plaintive yellsfrom the plane-crash craters in the Scottish hillto the burning oil wellsC Something bad is giving birth to a thing which won't melt to your touch Something bad is giving birth to something worse and it's going to hurtHis Reebok shoes let in the rain and he coughs into the dawnat he searches for space on the synagogue wall to draw swastikas onJob descriptions change on the firing range / All generals are friendsSo it's down to the dole with the molotovs / It's problem time again--CYou built the metal birds who shrink the skiesand bring your waitress from the other side of a worldAll these birds bringing deathYou find all of our good, there's only death leftBig black hawk swinging low over the rat-run streets of the English ghettoClean spirit of the island, home at last / Come on, come on, come on -- crash!One man felt ashamed running guns and cocainefor his short-term gain, so every one of us must payIn his New World Order, you can have some nerve gas with your airThanks to the CIA pussy in the President's chair!Something bad is giving birth / See, in the sky its belly bursts!Something bad is giving birth / and calls for wounds to slake its thirstSomething bad is giving birth / No more decay, no more dirtSomething bad is giving birth / In therefore's name it stalks the earthDo you feel you can deal? Can you fuck!