This world ‘s been fallen apart
since Snowwhite has let a fart
and denied that it smelled like shit.
Santa Claus on the dole,
Rudolf ‘s a fascist and runs for president,
with that one issue :turning Christmas
into a Holocaust-party, with bones
and skulls on a fluorescent bare tree.
No wonder the only jobs politicians
create are blow-jobs, givin’ eachother
the head till their brains shrink like
beans, canned hypocrisy and stupidity
available even for the lowest wages,
wages of fear, wages of despair,
killing eachother to make something
out of their lives.
Teachers, the last resort of a refugee
called Future,
start playing in a rock’n roll band,
only doin’ Syd Barrett-songs,
when they did exchange (4x)
their heroes for ghosts ?

Freak out ! (2x)
Malice !

(William Blake : Prologue, intended for a dramatic piece of King Edward the Fourth)

O for a voice like thunder,
and a tongue to drown the throat of war !
When the senses are shaken,
and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand ?
When the souls of the oppressed
fight in the troubled air that rages,
Who can stand ?
When the whirlwind of fury
comes from the Throne of God,
when the frowns of his countenance
drive the nations together,
Who can stand ?
When Sin claps the broad wings over
the battle, and sails rejoicing in the
flood of Death ;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
and fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
O who can stand ?
O who hath caused this ?
O who can answer at the throne of God ?

Freak out ! (2x)
Malice !