Tremulous and quivering such victims as there are  Contend with emotions under skin  Without wearing water wings  The strike against the stream  hopelessly believing they might swim  Here they all come rushing down again  Here they all come rushing down again  Time has hardly swallowed up the evidence  How is it they say they did not know  That history grows up like a weed  Doctrine pinned upon it  Bars across the window destroy human being  Static mind solidifies  Can no longer flow  Up against it's borders and unable to pay much  Attention to human being...  When in doubt you turn to find a scapegoat on the wall  Gaze into the mirror begging pardon  If everytime we tell a lie a little fairy dies  They must be building death-camps in the garden  Pacing back and forwards  Conscience in a box  Barred in from the sunlight getting pale  And losing every sense of human being....  The forces of oppression  Forge links around the earth  Ordering our faces to the floor  The wilful non-involvement  By hirelings of the crimes  Is futile and inhuman as before  The sum of our best efforts  Shouldn't lead us back to here  On the road to murder where we can no longer  Admit to any  Human needing human feeling  Human living human loving  Human fragile human being...  ====================================================================  THIS CITY (Geoff Mann)  The abstracted shapes of the people's thoughts  Different shops and pubs  All the cheap facades  It is all this city it is all this city  Wind shaken trees  Half crumbling parks  The enquiring eyes  Fingers parting lace  It is all this city it is all this city  Long straggling queues  Of the our of work  A baby sucking sweets  Dribbling down his quilt  It is all this city it is all this city  All this city  ====================================================================  FACT AND FICTION (Geoff Mann)  TV is switched on  The screen reveal a spokesperson  Adverts politics editing the real  Cheap words money talks  Naming itself to be the key  To utopia cornucopia  To a better world you go buy and buy  And if you listen carefully  You can hear the bacon fly  Don't make me laugh!!  History shows that policy demands weapons  Selfish desires simply lead to pain  The chit-chat continues  A big pretence that divides  Into power blocks  Where the orthodox  Have a propaganda war to fight  And if you're looking closely  You can see that black is white  Don't make me laugh!!  If the "unthinkable" should happen  And you hear the sirens call  Well you can always find some shelter  Behind a door against the wall  Don't make me laugh!!  ====================================================================  CREEPSHOW (Geoff Mann)  Welcome  Welcome  First today to see the creepshow  Come see the exhibits  But do not touch  They cannot bear touch  Here in the freak show  Please do not hang back  It's hard enough to show people around  The creep show  The creep show  First here on the rack strapped a child's virgin mind  We see the careful whitecoats  Affix their machines veins  To the pulsing neck side  Checking dials they monitor reaction  She must love her daddy's banker  She must love her daddy's banker  For her part in the creepshow  The creepshow  Amanda so sad  Amanda  But let's brush over sadness  Give her the pills  And diagnose madness  Give her give her give her...  Amanda  Amandahahahahaha  Anymore for any more?  Cyril has-or-might-have-been  Must fill his lust  They let him bayonet robots  As his morning constitutional  To sate his rage  Unless he feels his age  We can't have that  Sometimes he'll watch a war-film  On the moron machine in the corner of his cell  Lost in time  Lost in mind  Cyril writhes like smoke  His bigot's eyes are slashed skin  Their expression none the nicer  For being blank  Amanda still mad  Amanda  still sad...  And so ladies and gentlemen we come to the nerve centre of the whole  Affair, as you will see it is a mirror. To some it is the mirror of  Dreams, where every passion, desire and action flit through the still  Spaces behind its surface, tantalising yet distant. Of these many  Stand before it until death. To others, it is distorting, everything  In it being warped and buckled by fear, yet perceived as reality.  These will cringe before it, wimpering and immobile, though a few  Batter their skulls against the dull sheen, attempting to smash the  Horrors they believe to be in the glass or at least attain oblivion,  Whichever comes first. Some see just a mirror, whilst some see what  At first appears to be their own image which, however, moves _them_  Saying, "Come On, Wake UP! Who's running this show anyway?"  NOW  It's up to you  Use your free will  You dec  ide  Yes  You you you decide  Whether or not you will return  For if you come again  You'd better bring your ball and chain  Unguided embittered attraction of  The creep show  The creep show  The creep show  ====================================================================