COMECON LYRICS

1. Democrator

Who opened the door for the democrator?
And how come he let in the market-conquistadors?
Why is he acting as if he has something to hide?
The privilege of the stupid is to be taken for a ride

Gloomy working days
Bright TV-nights
There's a world ahead
We can also see it's lights
And the road there starts
On the other side
Of the screen, where life's
Endless mercedes-rides

Who opened the door...

So we smashed the screen
But it all went black
We tore down that wall
And we all sacked
The fruits of KDW
We were small to reach
The only thin g we got
Was freedom of speech

Who opened the door...

Happy ever after in Deutschneyland
Happy ever after in Deutschneyland
Happy ever after in Deutschneyland

2. The Ethno-Surge

Nature
Splatter
Kinship
Mating

I am the speaker
I am nothing but the speaker
I follow my kin
Logic kills by purity
This is the truth
As reduced to pecking order
Who's my neighbor
Cleanliness is in demand

Force in an easterly defection now
Mating little despot's machinations
Cause for unnatural selection
Otherness oblation now

Arbitrator
As we distribute our logic
I lead my kin
Ethno-surgery requires
An equal pound
From the rotting flesh of nations
Who's Your neighbor
Now become what I have been

Force in an easterly defection now
Mating little despot's machinations
Cause for unnatural selection
Otherness oblation now

3. Community

Erase all borders, cultural esperanto
Let the people be paupers and the customer king
A stable market exclusive for cosmopolitical elites
May the plebs all be ethnic, they will fight we will sing

Peace
Wealth
Growth
Progress

How many poor do we need to prosper
How much starvation to make GNP rise?
Why are we sliding into hell when they are pointing at Heaven?
Let Europe recollect what must be done with bourgeois Lies

Peace
Wealth
Growth
Progress

Crisis, war, reconstruction
Crisis, war, reconstruction
To keep on climbing You have to fall to the ground
Growth not wealth brings the world to go round

4. Aerie

Call ages of extortion
Hail champions of conversion
Sail mountain ridge and ocean
Fall pounce on every portion

Rule demon over supplier
More ravenous extraction
Your indigenceour surfeit
Tool scoffing democration Claws

All over the world the carcasses of
Cultures drowned in civilization
Crawl over the world our cheap seductive
Virulent commodification

Lords secular commandments
Their tyrants our contractors
Heir mortgage all improvement
Force assests turned to outlet Claws

All over the world our godly politics
Of friendly intervention
Crawl over the world our avid kindness
And exorbitant pretentions

All our self-development and
Counterpolar under-education
All our cardio-vascular expenditure
For their infectious deprivation

5. Bleed / Burn

The Czar went down to Catherine city
When peasants clamp in feeble things are trampled down
Is the flesh of a symbol-doomed worth any pity
Did the rituals bring the force unto the imposter's crown

Scenes from the cycle of life and of death under God

Some of Your sons bleed
Some of Us burn
You make us and we make You
This is what we get in return

Master the power we yielded is fading away
The bunker's dug deep but they've been knocking a million
Times
I formed Your fire into an all-embracing light
When dawn breaks I will come with You into the night

Scenes from the cycle of life and of death under God

Some of Your sons bleed
Some of Us burn
You make us and we make You
This is what we get in return

6. Morticide

Their voices
I writhe
Bereft of silence
My soul can't hide
I cower
No rule applies
My former masters
Now dethroned

Sounds of laughterpandemonic
Panic isthmus Sinking vessel
Vestal maggots Mackie messrs
Mesmerizing Claustrophonic

Seething untenable marriage
Worship refurled-caster
Shadowless torturous ferriage
From fancy to world-caster

Misfortune
Unfolds
I think Your nettle
Will loose its hold
This carnage
Now best denied
No former masters
Morticide

7. Worms

All bonds that God ties
Man is master to tear apart
All crop on God's made land
Man is master to sow and reap
All deaths worms die
Man is master to engineer
And the bliss of freedom glimmers like gold
Empty the cast, melt the mold

The worms of God

We've torn away Your spear God
This is sacrament to show it
It's the bread of liberation
And the wine of celebration
In the gloam of gluttony, lust takes its toll
Its hold is stronger than of the Gods of old

The worms of God

8. Pinhole View

Are You covered? Are You under this stone?
Can I call You? Can I see You alone?
Will You show up? Is it Your place or mine?
Are we friendly? What You seek You shall find,

Seven road blocks
From tonight
Polka mini
Obscurity defenestration

Old fame reclaimed
For straighter roads and rule by force
New age of rage
Of bias and uncivil wars

Now it always start from the bottom
When it comes to boil
And our history always runs upon the foil
And we always wish that the future
Shall be born without pain
But everybody wants to drive our train

In the gutter we can settle the score
But You don't know who You settle it for
All around You is the enemy You dread
And Your vision is a map of Your head

A million toad halls
The table's set
Marble cake
The princess on the pea is raging

Old fame reclaimed
For straighter roads and rule by force
New age of rage
Of bias and uncivil wars

Are You covered? Are You under this stone?
Can I call You? Can I see You alone?
Will You show up? Is it Your place or mine?
Undercurrent of the nation's decline

9. The Whole World

The curse of freedom bears the plague of splintered truth
One God becomes a million and then they all become fraud
Kneel down to be righteous, kneel down for the Lord
Kneel down for the Hero, kneel down for the sword
Masses turn marches, youth-clashes crusades
The rabble's left for the soldiers and the sluts for the
Maids

A whole world
A whole world
If a cause is false, it is at least a cause
The faith in a Lord is its reward
In whole world

And in the corner of my eye I see the plains waco
I can see Jones in the jungle and the youth marching in berlin
I can see truth resurrected by lies and by force
I see a thousand new heroes raging athousand new wars
I see belief in conspiracies some of old and some are new
Making order out of chaos but then blood is coming through
And the vision is blurred and the world is consumed
By roaring skies and the world is entombed

A whole world...

A whole world
A whole world
It's the blood of our youth that must be sacrificed
So the evil of freedom can be exorcised

10. God Told Me

[Originally performed by Dr. Know]

Thursday morning at 7 A. M.
A young boy found dead in a garbage can
When apprehended the police asked why
"God told me to"was my reply

Voluntary manslaughter
Killing in the heat of passion
By another's command
Killing for God

In my room a dog lies dead
A crucifix pounded through his head
I hung him high to drain his blood
God told me that I should

Voluntary manslaughter
Killing in the heat of passion
By another's command
Killing for God

P]ieces of Granma litters the den
God please don't let me kill again
Please don't whisper to me no more
Another will fight the holy war

Voluntary manslaughter
Killing in the heat of passion
By another's command
Killing for God
God told me to
God told me to
God told me to
So it must be right

11. Dispstick

The stone of the wise tricks Your eyes
It's another breakthrough in homiletics
There's been an attempt on ordinary lives
Illfare administered by social medics

Unlike Deutschneyland after dark
Here is science without failure
Non-existent speciesw in cretaceous park
A freer market meticulously tailored
We need night observation devices
We need new methods to set the prices
We need means to handle incorporate thugs
We need a name for every bug

We're host to parasitic inorganic tissue
So oil prospecting is not the issue
There's inexhaustible competition
With footmen at home with foreign missions
But the halo crumbles under the weight
Of their private real estates
We've got artificial stupidity
Now what could be done about exergy

Well, Deutschneyland after dark
There is science without failure
Non-existent speciesw in cretaceous park
A freer market meticulously tailored
We need night observation devices
We need new methods to set the prices
We need means to handle incorporate thugs
We need a name for every bug

12. The House That Man Built

A palace of crystal on a postament of slime
Rule of refinement, rats in the cellar
Restless and climbing as slime and mud come
Flooding
Grace greased by ingratitude and greed
By a despicable debris of delinquence and
Debauchery
The palace is of crystal, but the postament is
Slime

House man built
House man built
This house was built, God is dead
Dead is gone, God is gone
No body's found, unstable ground
But the house was built

Throw out the ballast and the vessel will be
Faster
The called are over-crowding the market,
Let the chooser be the market,
And the loosers - we'll wall out all the loosers

And those among us who turned foul, they're growing more
For every hour
The rich are getting richer, the poor begin to steal
As multiplied police force feels more righteous than wealth
Program
Gaps widening 'till it bursts asunder
Threw out the ballast and the vessel went under

House man built
House man built
This house was built, God is dead
Dead is gone, God is gone
No body's found, unstable ground
But the house was built

The scene is set for a grand new war
This war is final - no new markets to explore
This war will transport us through door
When all is fire, God will set the score

House man built
House man built







COMECON LYRICS