Screamers Lyrics
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Song List:
1. 122 Hours Of Fear
2. (If I Cant Have What I Want, I Don't Want) Anything
3. The Beat Goes On
4. In A Better World
5. Cholo Jump (corr.)
6. Don't Pay The Whore (Government Love
Affair)
7. Eva Braun
8. Friends (corr.)
9. The Girl In The Car With The Glasses And
The Gun (She's The Girl)
10. Give The Future A Break (Hail To
The Chief) (corr.)
11. Gloomy Sunday
12. I Go For You
13. GO Guy
14. I'm Going Steady With Twiggy
15. Last 4 Digits (corr.)
16. Magazine Love
17. Mater Dolores (corr.)
18. I'm A Mensch (corr.)
19. Nervous
20. Peer Pressure (corr.)
21. Punish Or Be Damned
22. The Scream (corr.)
23. Sex Boy
24. She Frightens (Thru The Flames)
25. Vertigo (corr.)
26. It's A Violent World (corr.)
27. I Wanna Hurt
28. Why The World (Need A Head-On) (corr.)
122
Hours Of Fear
(Taken from a headline in the Los Angeles Herald-Examiner.)
"Be quiet or be killed!"
he said.
In front of you and in front of me.
He made the pilot get on his knees.
Made him crawl, made him whimper,
Made him cry out for his mother.
Wow! What a show!
122 Hours Of Fear.
Wow! What a show!
122 Hours Of Fear.
122 Hours Of Fear. (x2)
122. (x4)
"You better shut up and listen!"
he said.
Danger, danger, danger, Mr. Schumann
We are in a hurry, Mr. Schumann
What are the odds, dear Jorgen?
Am I disturbing You?
Wow! What a show!
122 Hours Of Fear.
Wow! What a show!
122 Hours Of Fear.
122 Hours Of Fear. (x2)
122. (x4)
Anything
I get so sick-
If I can't have what I want,
I don't want anything.
I get so sick of the fashion and the fascism,
Makes me crazy, wanna try a little smash-ism!
If I can't have what I want,
I don't want anything.
You wanna have fun, you want a reaction,
I wanna have you, I wanna sex action.
If I can't have what I want,
I don't want anything.
Anything!
The
Beat Goes On
(A Sonny + Cher Song, remade as a duet of Tommy(G) and (T)omata)
T: Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brain!
T: History has turned a page.
G: Anarchy was the current rage.
T: Boys are chasing girls to get a kiss.
G: Little girls still break my heart.
T: Mini skirt's the current thing, again.
G: Teeny bopper's our new born king, Amen.
T: Pop stars sit in chairs and reminisce,
G: Kids today are right to make a fist!
T: Cars are moving (T+G) faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster!
T: Sounds are moving (T+G) faster, faster, faster, faster, faster!
Both:
And the beat goes on,
The beat goes on,
And the beat goes -
T: La de da DA (x8)
In
A Better World
In a better world everybody must be made to feel important
I shoved and I shoved and I shoved
And I dug and I dug and I dug and I dug
And I hacked away!
In a better world,
Everybody must be
Made to feel important.
What's wrong with us?
Are we mad?
Why are we so stupid?
So stupid!
So stupid!
Cheated children,
They go berserk,
They steal and kill and destroy!
I'm trying
To be like
Jesus.
In a better world, don't let them laugh.
In a better world, kiss their wounds
In a better world, don't let them laugh.
In a better world
They slash out and bang things around
They think they'll come out on top!
I shoved and I shoved and I shoved
And I dug and I dug and I dug and I dug
And I hacked away!
A better world, a better world begins with me.
A better world, a better world begins with you.
A better world, a better world begins with me.
A better world, a better world begins with you.
A better world, a better world begins with me.
A better world, a better world begins with you!
Cholo
Jump
Cholo jump
Khaki pants
French toes
Tango hat
Cholo Jump
Get on the highway
??? boy
Going somewhere
???? .....you
????
Cholo Jump
Everywhere the ????
Cholo Jump
Don't
Pay The Whore
First you make up,
And then you break up,
And then you hang around outside her door.
Your love affair with the government is over...
But you're still getting butt-fucked!
But you still keep getting buttfucked,
Don't pay the whore
Don't pay the whore
Don't pay the whore
Don't pay the whore
Eva
Braun
Eva Braun
She's a blonde
What a blonde
With the man
With the little mustache
With the man
With the little mustache
She's the girl
With the red glove on
She's the girl
With the red glove on
(Repeat 3X)
Friends
They sing about what's coming to them
They cry about their needs
Even when they're not in jail
They ask you, could you pay their bail
There's never enough to go around
If it weren't for you
In their sorrows they'd drown
Pity ???? misery
Nothing ever comes for free
These are not friends
They just pretend
But we are friends
Right now
Friends
Right now
Friends
Now
Doesn't matter who you choose
With a friend you've got nothing
Nothing to lose
We are friends
Now
Friends
Right now
Friends
Now
Friends
Right now
We are friends
Right now
The
Girl In The Car With The Glasses And The Gun (She's The Girl)
chorus:
Who is she?
Where is she going?
Who is she?
What has she done?
Who is she?
Where is she running?
She's the girl in the car with the glasses and the gun.
She's the girl in the car with the glasses and the gun.
She was last seen at the cafe
she had coffee and scones
The waitress said "I thought she was crying."
The police are still searching for fingerprints
on the checkered table cloth.
(chorus)
A small boy spotted her by the beach,
By this time she had the top of her car down
A green scarf was blowing from around her neck
Latin rhythms were blaring from the radio
Only the sound of her laughter can be heard
(chorus)
She pulled into a service station.
She checked out her face in the mirror
The blood above her left eye had dried
She heard a voice outside
In her haste, she left behind a red slicker raincoat
(chorus)
It was nighttime when she entered the city
the old man at the toll bridge tried to stop her
By that time she was only sound in the distance
The giant that is the city swallowed
her up.
(Chorus)
Gloomy
Sunday
(Billie Holliday)
Sunday is gloomy,
my hours are slumberless.
Dearest the shadows
I live with numberless.
Little white flowers
will never awaken you.
Not where the black coach
of sorrow has taken you.
Gloomy Sunday
I
Go For You
There's no one else who can take your place.
You make me what I am.
You build me up.
You tear me apart.
Oh wow!
I go for you.
Maybe I'll get lucky and see you in the streets
Maybe you'll walk right by me,
and that'll be ok too.
Cause you see,
I'll always go...
I'll always go for you.
G.O.
Guy
Five cups of coffee and a magazine,
French Cigarettes, a continental scene.
Tall & gaunt, a real smoke fiend,
Reading a copy of Paris Spleen.
(Chorus:)
I'm a G. I'm a G. I'm a G.O.
Guy(3x)
G. G. G. O. O. O (3x)
I'm a G. I'm a G. I'm a G.O. Guy (3x)
I'm never gonna die! (3x)
(chorus)
Give
The Future a Break (Hail To The Chief)
Get on
Fight
Press on
Pursue
Take action
Break through
I don't see how you survive
?give us some action
?give us some drive
I'm
Going Steady With Twiggy
I got a face full of Marianne Faithful
Penelope Tree don't do nothing for me
Jane Asher is a teenage trasher
I'm going steady with Twiggy
I'm going steady with Twiggy
I'm going steady with Twiggy
Going steady
Going steady
Going steady
(Repeat Chorus)
Jean the Shrimp, she leaves me quite limp
Mary Quant is not what I want
How can I feel for Miss Emma Peel?
(Repeat Chorus 2X)
(Speech varies from show to show)
Dear Twiggy
I look at your picture every day
I think that you are so cool
I love your face
I want to stab it
My friends, they all laugh at me
They say that you're dead already
But I know, someday, you and I will always be
I love you, Tomata
(Repeat Chorus 2X, last time add)
Going Steady (Ready Teddy)
Going Steady (Ready Steady)
Going Steady
Last
4 Digits
Last 4 digits,
number one:
have a function
for everyone.
Last 4 digits
number two
Accumulative memory
just for you
Last 4 digits
Number three
???
just for me
Last 4 digits
Number four
forever more
??????????
Magazine
Love
You don't love me
You love magazines.
Those glossy pages they go to your head
You like to turn them alone in your bed
You don't love me
You love magazines
There's sixteen reasons why I'm not in vogue,
I can't compete with your tiger beat,
Why don't you jet me to your precious family circle
You don't love me
You love magazines
Is this Apartment House Wrestling?
Another Mad Saga
My Fate has been sealed to a Modern Bride
Was it Fact or Fantasy, Simplicity Patterns?
You don't love me
You love magazines
It's an ebony midnight,
and I'm all alone,
You got Time on your hands,
And I'm out of circulation.
You don't love me
You love magazines
Here's my story,
Sad but true,
You canceled my subscription,
No more love from you.
You don't love
Me
You love
Magazines
Mater
Dolores
In the cathedral, going out of her head
In the cathedral, losing her mind
No one to charm her, no one to make her laugh
To hell with the faithful, she's breaking in half!
Chorus:
Glazed terra cotta Della Robbia Madonna
Mater Delores, Mother of sorrows.
She longs to be someone else,
not the chosen one,
No angels in the boudoir,
no voices from the clouds.
Why won't the Vatican leave her alone?
Litanies of millions ring in her ears.
They beseech her, "Intercede with your son."
No one seems to notice she's crazy in her head
Loco en cabeza, Loco en cabeza
(sound of early drum machines)
(chorus)
She's the kind of girl who deserves a second look,
are you for real, or just an apparition?
Those three kids in Fatima were really quite impressed,
Was it your entrance, or just the way you dressed?
(You should have seen her at {?}) Lourdes,
she was really quite exciting.
All those cripples in the pool make the water so inviting.
Guadeloupe, that's the place you really scored.
Not for a minute were those Mexicans bored.
Posing for those holy cards isn't all that fun.
When the faithful seem so ungrateful.
Is Lady Emotion rejecting my devotion?
(chorus)
O salutaris ain't got nothing on me,
Tantum ergo is no threat to my ego.
I'm
A Mensch
(Daalder, Screamers)
Stop the beat!
Stop!
I am a mensch!
I am a mensch!
I only dance when I wanna dance,
to the sound of a distant drum.
I am a mensch.
I am a mensch.
I step out of line.
I step out of line.
You follow the beat,
I dance against it.
Cause I am a mensch.
??? face
I am a self-made man
I say anything can happen.
For a meatball of evil
I am a mensch.
I am a mensch.
Slurp me right down this
big hungry mouth
well it gulps & it yearns, & it yodels!
I will call you later lover
a smack you on the lips kisser
I'm a difficult customer
A meatball of evil
You follow the beat,
I dance against it.
Living a dreaming,
dying a screaming.
The mensch is me!
I am a mensch! (x4)
Nervous
Something below the surface,
deep inside, makes me nervous.
Peer
Pressure
Everywhere I look, I get pressure from my peers
Some of them are straight and some of them are queers
Some of them are black and some of them are white
Some of them are wrong and some of them are right
Peer pressure, peer pressure, I can't say no
Peer pressure, peer pressure, it won't let go
Feel it in the morning, all through the day
(Peer pressure, peer pressure, no other way [?])
Pressure at your school, pressure at your job
Peer pressure makes me want to join the mob
The pressure is building, it's getting so hot
Peer pressure makes me want to fit in a slot
I got it for you, you got it for me
Peer pressure, peer pressure, can't you see
Punish
Or Be Damned
Everything she wanted that's all she got
that's all
She took a chance,
nothing happened
nothing happened
It's not always easy to get what you deserve.
Punish or be damned...
Cruel and unusual, but justice nonetheless
Justice...
Cast a stone, show no mercy
No mercy
The price is fixed, it's sang froid a la carte.
It's not always easy to get what you deserve.
Punish or be damned...
The
Scream
I’ve gotta go
Through the motions
Real sharp
Wish me luck
Rev it up
My emotions
Gotta make myself a buck
Just forget about the fancy words
Don’t waste ‘em on a dream
Let’s make sure it really hurts
Tear up our lungs and scream
This is a song 'bout a scream that turned sour
They took it away : the happiest hour
I was screaming out for you and me
They snatched my voice for all to see
And I told them, “Hey, let me scream “
Help me...Help me
Please let me scream
Help me
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me,
me, me, me, me, me, me, me,
me!
Life is a scream
Man is an engine
Blowin’ off steam
An engine
With a vengeance
So they said “Hey, kid, we don’t know what you mean”
“But you sure are a riot, you sure are a scream.”
Yeah, a riot! Yeah, a scream!
Just forget about the fancy words
Don’t waste ‘em on a dream
Let’s make sure it really hurts
Tear up our lungs and scream
They said hey, kid, we don’t know what you mean
You sure are a riot, you sure are a scream
But you are the riot, and I am the scream
You are the riot, and I am the screeeaaaam
eeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmm!!!!!!!!!!
Sex
Boy (Germs song, altered by Screamers)
I can take it anywhere
any time that I can.
I'm the goddamn son of a superman.
I got a weapon that's as deadly as life,
it's the well trained tool of a master guy.
Every day it's the same wet dream:
20 girls up on the screen.
Say sex boy won't you give me your hand?
You're a fool sex boy but I know that you can.
I put my knife into your cut.
You shine it up with your roiling blood.
Sassy sex boy you're such a slut.
Don't give me that love shit.
I know what it takes to satisfy your kind:
a two minute hustle and a 40 minute grind.
I zip my pants, you know we're through.
There's another one behind here just like you.
Say sex boy won't you give me your hand?
You're a fool sex boy but I know that you can.
Say sex boy won't you give me your hand?
You're a fool sex boy but I know that you can.
Say sex boy won't you give me your hand?
You're a fool sex boy but I know that you can.
She
Frightens (Thru The Flames)
Where's the logic in her dreams?
Love is always at a distance.
On the streets. At the club.
She sits.
She smokes.
She frightens!
The night flight got her all choked up,
she couldn't really run away.
She does nothing.
She stands.
She does nothing.
She frightens!
She frightens them all.
She frightens herself.
Look out on the beach.
There's a knife in her hand.
In the fog on her knees.
She stabs the sand.
Look high on the cliff.
She burns at the stake.
She signals a message through
the flames.
Through the flames. (x4)
Can she die?
She cannot.
Hence: she frightens.
She scares me, where can I go?
She scares she, where can she run?
She scares me, where can I go?
She scares she, where can she run?
She sees me.
She does nothing.
She frightens!
She sees me.
She does nothing.
She frightens!
She sees me.
She does nothing.
She frightens!
Vertigo
(Words: Gorilla Rose)
Let's Go!
Vertigo!
Oh No!
Vertigo!
Woke up this morning,
My face so scarred,
Oh my god,
Did I go too far?
Let's Go!
Vertigo!
Oh No!
Vertigo!
????????????
Burn you down,
Down Down Down
Mira, mira que loca.
Mira, mira que loca.
Burn you down
Let's Go!
Vertigo!
Oh No!
Vertigo!
Things are getting frantic on the panic train,
Need a mechanic on the panic train.
Let's Go!
Vertigo!
Oh No!
Vertigo!
Burn you down,
Down Down Down Down
Mira, mira que loca.
Mira, mira que loca.
Burn you down
Let's Go!
Vertigo!
Oh No!
Vertigo!
Let's Go!
Violent
World
Home is the deadliest place on Earth
Caged like animals ???? at worst
The street is the safest place to be
looking for a victim like you or me
looking for a victim like you or me
Police have descriptions ???
????
Never watch those faces
Never watch those faces
Blood on my face, blood on my hands
One day you wake up, the other you don't.
????
Do you want to die?
Its a violent world
Its a violent world and you're living in it.
I
Wanna Hurt
I wanna hurt..... (x4)
I cover my eyes,
I reach out a hand.
I touch a face,
and that face keeps burning my brain.
Burning my brain,
Burning my brain!
I wanna hurt..... (x4)
I try to sleep,
and I try to dream,
but I keep on itching,
and then I start squeezing,
and the more I squeeze,
the more it hurts,
but I keep on squeezing!
I wanna hurt.(x4)
If you build a wall,
you'll be safe at night.
You won't see me,
but I'll spy on you.
See you was your hands,
see you turn out the light.
I wanna hurt.(x4)
Hurt!
Hurt!
I wanna love.(x2)
Love.
I wanna love. (x4)
I wanna hurt. (x4)
Hurt!
Hurt you Hurt me (x8)
I wanna hurt!
Why
The World (aka Need A Head On aka Now You See Me Now You Don't)
Who am I?
Why the world?
Are we crazy?
Is my head is screwed on wrong?
Do you hear me at all?
Who entered me into this race?
Threw my head into a spin?
I'm not gonna lose,
I'm gonna win.
Chorus:
I want to meet it head on,
is it here or is it gone?
Now you see it, now you don't.
You'd like you catch it but you won't
Cause I will grab a hold of it.
Twist it, bend it, make it fit
Turn myself into a itch
Make this awesome image fit
Who cares?
I don't give a damn.
It is you that cares.
(????) in my running
Who am I except for you?
Why is my life is so upside down?
Or should I watch my every move?
What am I doing in this town?
(Chorus)
I care
This can't go on
Stop it, stop it, stop
There has to come an end to this
Am I not living just for kicks
Now listen you
I mean it
I'm dying with compassion
No rhyme, no reason, no fashion.
(Chorus)
+
Be a verdict
Throw a fit
Or give a damn for what I did
God forbid
Just take it on
And go for it