---------------------------------- The Ghost of Cain / New Model Army ---------------------------------- @SONG: The Hunt Sullivan/Heaton We went into town on the tuesday night Searching all the places that you hang about We're looking for you In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs In the discotheques and the gaming pubs We're looking for you You will pay the price for my own sweet brother And what he has become And a hundred other boys and girls And all that you have done We picked up the trail at the Seven Crowns One of your cronies - he was doing your rounds We followed him Just a silhouette figure up market pass Where the headlamps shine on the groken glass We followed him Over the bridge by the old canal Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall He stopped to light up a cigarette And we dived into a doorway No Police, no summous, no courts of law No proper procedure, no rules of war No mitigating circumstance No lawyers fees, no second chance There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat There are old folk battered in the open street In this city of ours There are eyes that see but say nothing at all There are ears that hear but they don't recall In this city of ours So we followed your man back to your front door And we're waiting for you outside 'Cos not everybody here is scared of you Not everybody passes on the other side No police, no summons, no courts of law... And we could spent our whole lives waiting For some thunderbolt to come And we could spent our whole lives waiting For some justice to be done Unless we make our own No police, no summons, no courts of law... @SONG: Lights go out Sullivan/Heaton I went to my mother, Said - please make me king I went to my mother Said - I've got to be king She said son - well you've got to wait your turn Patience is a virtue that you never seemed to learn You were born with nothing, to nothing you'll return Now, now the lights go out There's no warning Now, now the lights go out There's no reason Now, now the voices cry We don't want need you I went to my father Said please make me king Went to my father Said - I've got to be king He said son - you've got to do your time I've done 53 years but I haven't yet done mine You're just one of the millions waiting in line Now, now the lights go out... History gave us meaning, gave us a place Gave my father reasons for the lines on his face But we asked for the money and money they gave And God how that made us easy to enslave So today at the office we picked up the cheque The handshake of gold, the stab in the back The old man went home silent and bowed The young men went drinking, drowning it out So in every street, in every town Comes some young pretender Just running for a crown - take it - take it all But now, now the lights go out... @SONG: 51st State Cartwright/NMA Look out of your windows, watch the skies Read all the instructions with bright blue eyes Were W.A.S.P.s, proud American sons We know how to clean our teeth and how to strip down a gun We're the 51st state of America Our star-spangled Union Jack flutters so proud Over the dancing heads of the merry patriotic crowd Tip your hat to the Yankee conqueror We've got no reds under the bed with guns under our pillows We're the 51st state of America Here in the land of opportunity Watch US revel in our liberty You can say what you like But it doesn't change anything 'Cos the corridors of power Are an ocean away We're the 51st state of America @SONG: All of this Sullivan/Heaton There's a sentry in a uniform To watch the VIPs along the wall Strategical discussions taking place Behind the steel plated wall The agents issue the statements To the waiting press who circulate the words Justification propaganda Western foreign policy across the world In the name of the people All of this done in the name of the people They read their books and study hard Cigarettes lit in the claustrophobic gloom West of the University Road The world outside is ghost-like in the room Frustrated and impatient and Intelligence sharp and twisted like a child Death is an aphrodiasiac now The fuses on the table slowly wired In the name of the people... Hold me tight, hold me fast Standing here on the wrong side Of this bullet-proof glass There are no questions left for us to ask It's soldiers' night at the discotheque Pick up a girl and drink to home afar Spending money like water On the watered drinks available at the bar The ones who never were given much Never asked much of anything in recall But there's a black bag in the corner And it doesn't belong to anyone here at all In the name of the people... @SONG: Poison Street Sullivan/Heaton We were singing in the rain Like we invented singing There's a light in the sky From a million street lights And we danced all the steps From all those old time movies Rolling down the hill With laughint hearts In Poison Street the guard the gates With bitter, bitter tongues In Poison Street we'll laugh out load Till the shadow go melt away And I love you now Like I love you always ever Kissing in the dark Like a couple of Kids You gave me life You gave me light and thunder Like a blind man sees For the very first time In Poison Street we'll go cracking Through the walls that history made for us In Poison Street we'll spring the traps And race away So just a Kick For this dark damned city of ours And a kiss Yeah a kiss for you And just a drink A toast to the days to come Now Poison Street won't break us anymore We were singing in the rain Like we wrote that song There's a light in the sky From the streetlights all around You gave me life You gave me light and thunder Like a man makes fire For the very first time In Poison Street... @SONG: Western Dreams Sullivan/Heaton Gather round and listen And I'll tell you how's it's done How they manage to make idiots Out of everyone Take a human population With their hunger and their pain And the weaknesses that cripple them Again and again Invent a splendid party Where the dreams can be won And with bright flashing lights The heartaches are gone Wigh sex and with money And with everything for free Then show tantalising glimpses Every night on TV. Watch the dirty hands Taht laboured hard for you Stretching out like children For a crumb that they can chew Give a car and video A little hit to spare And go on promising That more could be all theirs All lies all lies All schemes all schemes Every winner means a loser In the western dreams The producer swears silently It cannot be heard And the camera crew are muttering These for letter words Another take is needed So the show can go on With a patronising smile And a popular song They tell you when to langle They tell you when to cheer So the audience at home Will get the right idea They watch like children Left out of a playground gang Can forming the lives The way they hope will get them in All lies all lies... It seems to me sometimes There's only two ways to choose In this whirlpool made Of a thousand years Either live in these ghettoes And know your place Or you trample over everyone In the human race I wish we could find Another way to go Without the Ghost of Cain In everything we do The bitterness in failure And the dirt in success This is the choice This is our choice All lies all lies... @SONG: Lovesongs Sullivan/Heaton Under darkening thundering tavering skies We live throogh these painful days Walking like strangers in streets of damnation Under the enemys's gaze Well we all create monsters Come back for their masters The prices the Devil reclaims It's funny I never thought I'd be the one who would change Now above and beyond the roofs of our city The sunset spreads silent and gold And we passing time not thinking about you Lost in our own little world Well the other night we put the radio on When we ran out of things we could say But it always play love songs When you're far away Forget all the lies, forget all the trouble Forget all the things that I've done And please believe like I still believe The best is yet to come The truth is yet to come So damn all the world And damn their demands And all the things that they say Cos they always play lovesongs When you're far away @SONG: Heroes Sullivan We are not children anymore The fists you made they are come Bashing at your door Your legacy is waiting in the wings And there's something so familiar In the hunger that we bring We don't want to be like you Don't want to live like you Learn by our own mistakes, thank you Forcing time and pushing through You are not heroes anymore Dim the lights the time is come Into the ring the father and the son Sown in sweat and passion long ago And so much time You are not heroes anymore If you know them What you know now to be true You never would have started This whole chain we're going through And you love us now But you hate us still And we hate you now But we love you still You are not heroes anymore You are not my mother You are not my father @SONG: Ballad Sullivan When they look back at us and they write down their history What will they say about our generation? We're the ones who knew everything still we did nothing Harvested everything, planted nothing Well we live pretty well in the wake of the goldrush Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy Quietly knowing away at Her body Unte we motgage the future, bury our children Storehouses full with the fruits we've been given We send off the scragends to succle the starving But still we can't feed this strang hunger inside Greedy, restless and unsatisfied I was never much one for the great "big bang" theory Going out in a blaze of suicidal glory Not foolish and brave, these leaders of ours Just stupid and petty, unworthy of power... Just a little leak here and a small error there Another square mile poisoned forever A series of sad and pathetic little fizzles And out go the lights, never to return The affair it is over, the passion is dead She stares at us now with the ice in Her eyes But we turn away from these bitter reproaches And take up distractions to forget what we're doing Well I stand on these hills and I watch Her at night A thousand square miles, a million orange lights Wounded and scared, She lies silent in pain Raped and betrayed in the cold acid rain And I wish and I wish We could start over again Yes I wish and I wish We could win back Her love once again... @SONG: Master Race Sullivan Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife How some times we have to wear a suit and tie And understand these things are what give us the right To go around the world acting superior We live with missiles and the armaments cash With rewritten histories and a fictoral past And though some of us still have questions to ask This ships she sails without a captain Goddamn this masterrace That we're born in Goddamn this howling wolf That we're serving I've had it up to there The opposition we ain't doing so well Our understandings is weak and our knowledge is small And throught kids scrawl frustration on the back street wall Most of them can't even spell basterd bastad bastard Goddamn this masterrace... Sometimes all I know is that cold winds blow Down the valley from the mountain snows On these muggy mights I lie awake And wait for the thunder and the skies to break But they are god and they are strong And they can name the right and wrong And they reclaim the things they own They call us now So Candy please forgive these things that I've done When the Master race calls I know sometimes that I run And you mean more to me now than you ever did before As I try to stay away from their clutches Goddamn this masterrace... Produced by Glyn Jones Engineered by Blyn Jones and Stuart Stawman Thanks also to Andy Mason and Ethan Johns Harmonica on "Poison Street" and "Ballad" by Mark 'The Harp' Feltham (C) 1986 EMI Records Ltd.