The wrong time, the wrong place,
our smiling face of distrust.
Buried, the seed deep in all our heads.
Prepared ouselves for the fall.
Th
My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist lyrics


My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist 
In pre-war Paris 
Smuggling bo
e greed killing!
Instinct to mistrust,
instinct- the lust.
Their butchery of feelings,
geared for the greed killing.
The greed killing!
Not now, when then?
Not now, when
Burger Baby lyrics




Every time a hamburger looks into my eyes
I forget all of my sadness and
 then?
When?(x4)
The lust denies the need.(x5)
Existence is a steady flow,
the moulded image grows,
No core, no faith in what you are,
the pressure builds right from the
S.M.C. lyrics

Big business ain?t easy
I?m sure you?d agree
Especially when the product is
 start.
Could it be just sour grapes?
Or have we failed to fit their shape?
It's always give, and never take.
How much more can we give?
How much more can we take?