Teksty:
Siouxsie And The Banshees The Scream

you with the cleaver he hung you up forever anticipating new skin Out of the frying pan and into the fire 58th variety Out of the frying pan and into

Harmful elements in the air symbols clashing everywhere Reaps the fields of rice and reeds while the population feeds Junk floats on polluted water

soaking up the fumes and see the nicotine stain start to spread I'm so congested cos north, south, east and west catarrh rests on my chest congealed and twisted cough up and

I'm sorry that I hit you but my string snapped I sorry I disturbed your cat-nap but whilst finishing a chore I asked myself "what for" then something

huddled 'round the mad eyes screamer a pointed finger - the tin can schemer Mad eyed screamer - Mad eyed screamer Mad eyed screamer - Mad eyes screamer