pandemonium

pandemonium


untermensch

© Asbo Slipz 2020

From the album Pandemonium Aug 2020


Sunrise, morning kissing the sky like a

Blood red warning out of the East we are

Homeless, moving into the West to a

New place, hoping we can find rest we are


Subhuman we are

Untermensch on this

Creaking train on this

Endless journey


Show some humanity, show some humanity


Freezing wind, fingers chilled to the bone nothing

Left to lose, stripped of all that we are we are


Untermensch at our

Journey's end as the 

Train comes in to the

Final station


Open the door and a wave of humanity

Spills to the floor in a state of insanity


Einsatz Gruppen tell us to get into 

Lines, men and children split from their sisters and

Wives, screaming chaos, as they march us through the

Gates of Hades they shave us, take our belongings we're


Subhuman we are 

Untermensch we can

Smell the stench of the

Rotting corpses


Welcome to Hell you have now left humanity


And then they strip us standing naked in the cold for hours

Sonderkommando leading us into communal showers

We need to purify you but we know that somethings' missing

They lock the door, we smell a rat, the Zyklon B starts hissing


Subhuman I can't

Understand how a

Single man can

Unleash such inhumanity


They are the untermensch, they are the untermensch

They are the untermensch 

They are the untermensch, they are the untermensch

They are the untermensch 

They are the untermensch, they are the untermensch

They are the untermensch 


hanging round

© Asbo Slipz 2020

From the album Pandemonium Aug 2020


You reel me in and then you let me go

And I don't know where

All of this is leading

If you are serious or not

I want to see this out, give you

The benefit of doubt

I'm hoping that one day

You'll come to see things my way


Put me on hold, it's cold and clinical

And sometimes I get cynical

Feeling used and 

Ever so slighly cut and bruised

So if you want to hold my hand

You need to reach out now

Don't keep me hanging round


Keep playing games, you're driving me insane

And I don't know if

I can go the distance

The road is long and I am tired

I used to be inspired

There was a time when 

All I ever wanted was to 

Get to know you well


The more I try the more you move away

And I don't understand

This strange resistance

With shifting lines in drifting sands

So if you want to hold my hand

You need to reach out now

Don't keep me hanging round


So I'm just asking for some clarity

Please level with me

Tell me what you're thinking

Look me in the eyes and tell me straight

Cause I can't stand the wait

I'm looking for something

Resembling commitment

If you think you've got it in you


The time has come for you to make your move

And I'm resigned to

Possible rejection

Better than this endless vacillation

So if you want to hold my hand

You need to reach out now

Don't keep me hanging round


So if you want to hold my hand

You need to reach out now

Don't keep me hanging round


the ultimate price

© Asbo Slipz 2020

From the album Pandemonium Aug 2020


We're heading for a reckoning, we're into the unknown

Unfamiliar territory, should I stay? Or should I go

Out into the city lights? To mingle with the unclean

Risk contamination by a Killer with no vaccine

And I'm glued to my news feed, I'm looking for the answers

While they tell us just to Carry On and go and take our chances


It seems, to me,

Their betting our lives on the roll of a dice


Sing Happy Birthday and wash your hands, sing it twice

Build herd immunity, unfortunately, you’re a casualty

It's a war out there and we need a sacrifice

Somebody somewhere somebody somewhere

Has to pay the ultimate price


Pulling down the shutters on the pubs and clubs and cafes

Closing down the restaurants, the cinemas and everyone's

Stocking up on bog rolls, bulk buying rice and pasta

Hiding in our houses just to weather this disaster

As we spiral into lockdown, into splendid isolation

Ripping out the beating heart of this divided nation


And it's plain to see

The cracks that appear at the first sign of fear


Sing Happy Birthday and wash your hands, sing it twice

Take what you need and then take some more, after all

It's a war out there and only the shit survive

Somebody somewhere somebody somewhere

Has to pay the ultimate price


And they said that we were ready, everything had been prepared

Lying through their teeth to stop the city boys from getting scared

And I know that this sucks, but you're shit out of luck;

The wards are full all you can do is join the queue

When your down on your knees, then pray you've no need of respiration

On a non existent ventilator


Your name's in the hat, can't say fairer than that


Sing Happy Birthday and wash your hands, sing it twice

Pray to your God if you have one for clemency, it’s a lottery

And if you have luck you might just survive

Somebody somewhere somebody somewhere

Has to pay the ultimate price


thoughts and prayers

© Asbo Slipz 2020

From the album Pandemonium Aug 2020


There's a power, there's a force that's watching over me

And I know it, feel it in my heart with certainty

Gonna take me, guide me down the path of liberty

Gonna save me, gonna keep me well and virus free


I don't need no health inshu-er-ance

Because the Lord will take me in his hands

I don't need no vaccination

Thought and prayers are enough - to save this nation


This is how we, this is how we're gonna take 'em down

Form a posse, saddle up and drive around the town

Listen to the, sad and useless fake and orange clown

Grab your weapons, arm yourselves and bring them to the ground


I don't believe what's in the papers

Because I know this virus is just made up

I choose to heed disinformation

Thought and prayers are enough - to save this nation


LIBERATE MINNESOTA

LIBERATE MICHIGAN

LIBERATE VIRGINIA

NOW FLY! FLY!


It's a stitch up, people dying from conspiracy

Not the virus, smash the 5G masts and we'll be free

When the time comes, we'll be here to answer to his call

Rebel yelling, hoist the battle flag and kill them all


We're ready for a revolution

Create a Homeland for the pure of heart

And you can stuff your constitution

Except the part about the right to carry arms

I don't need no health inshu-er-ance

Because the Lord will take me in his hands

I don't need no vaccination

Thought and prayers are enough - to save this nation


hole in my soul

© Asbo Slipz 2020

From the album Pandemonium Aug 2020


Sitting in limbo, watching the hours pass

Burning the time by sitting on my ass

Stuffing my face while binging on TV

I should be happy; I just feel empty

Born of frustration in isolation


I should be grateful, should be ecstatic

Three hours a day not sitting in traffic

I could do so much, learn a new language

I can't be arsed I'll just make a sandwich

I've found new meaning in comfort eating


(I need to feed the) hunger inside

To feed the hunger inside

To feed the hunger inside

To feed the hunger inside I need to


Fill up the hole

With greasy sausage rolls

Fill the abyss

With gravy pie and chips

There's no control

I need to fill the hole in my soul


I've switched to sweatpants, not 'cause I'm active

Flexible wasteband, stretching the fabric

Of time and space I'm pushing the boundary

Filling the void with chocolate and pasties

Gravity's pull is heavy upon me


I know that I should try exercise by

Playing a sport or taking a bike ride

Even a walk would offset the harm but

I'd rather eat a ham pickle barm I

Know what I'm missing but I'm on a mission


(I have to feed the) hunger inside

To feed the hunger inside

To feed the hunger inside

To feed the hunger inside I need to


Fill up the hole

With greasy sausage rolls

Fill the abyss

With gravy pie and chips

Replace the void

With battered saveloy

Fill up the gaps

With salty bacon baps

There's no parole

Until I fill the hole in my soul


illegitimi non carborundum

© Asbo Slipz 2020

From the album Pandemonium Aug 2020


Somebody stop me reading the papers

Just makes me angry seeing the capers

Of the elected, duly appointed,

Members who populate highest office

Tribal behaviours, riding the gravy

Train while they dispense their grace and favour

If you're connected you can get rich quick 

Jobs for the old boys, taking the piss from you and me


And they want sovereignty, to take control

Of where the money flows

Their only interest in bank accounts 

Offshore beyond the law

And while they fill their boots

Through dodgy deals with men in suits

Be sure to wave your Union Jack

Cause now you've got your country back


Thought things were bad but now they're atrocious

Out of the East they carried a virus

Started off slowly, now all around us

Killing the old folk off by the thousand

Look on the bright side, think for a minute

Nobody's talking much about Brexit

This is a godsend, hell of a smoke screen

Spend all you want and blame Covid-19


An opportunity to make some hay

Just look the other way

Awarding contracts in emergency

Avoiding scrutiny

And we're the suckers in this

Three card trick, this ponzi scheme

Be sure to wave your Union Jack

Cause now you've got your country back


Hope this is all that you ever wanted

Fell for their lies and now led by donkeys

Keynesian disciples, free market bitches

Helping their rich friends to become richer

Watch them dismantle things that you value

Selling it piecemeal to Uncle Samuel

Can't get my head round this doublethink piece

Voting for Boris then clapping for the NHS


We're in a right old mess, we're up shit creek

And now we've sprung a leak

The ship of state is not tip top and Bristol

Fashion, it's a wreck 

And you can bet your neck

The Captain will be first to man the lifeboats

No women and children first

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let the bastards grind you down


fruit from the same tree

© Asbo Slipz 2020

From the album Pandemonium Aug 2020


People who seek to control how we breed are just

Filled with madness

Planning their master race, keeping the gene pool clean

Leads to unrest

And to incest

Playing eugenics, a double edged knife, if you

Fish the same creek

Turns out your sister is also your wife but

It's not a secret

Plain to see

We're all fruit from the same fucking tree


Even Evangelists have to agree we can

Trace the roots to

Time in the Garden with Adam and Eve in their

Birthday suits and

Forbidden fruit

Once they got going they just couldn't stop and well

Who can blame them?

They begot and begot and begot and begot and so

Christian peoples

Must conceed

We're all fruit from the same fucking tree


So how can it be you support White Supremacy?

There's no such thing

It's not about colour of skin it's about other

Circumstances

Good life chances

It's all about who has the cash and the guns but no

Will to change things

And if you keep holding their heads to the ground

There'll be insurrection

Plain to see

We're all fruit from the same fucking tree


Well I hope in my lifetime that I get to see

Us all colour blinded

Black white or yellow, yeah, brown, blue or green

Living side by side with nothing

To divide us

We all bleed the same stuff, we're all pink on the inside

So what's the problem?

Fuckwits and Nazis and horrible people just

Up to no good

So we stand / Hand in Hand

Hold the line / Each and every time

Got no space for those that spread hate 'cause

It's not a mystery

Use your eyes it's

Plain to see

We're all fruit from the same fucking tree

We're all fruit from the same fucking tree

We're all fruit from the same fucking tree


lockdown song

© Asbo Slipz 2020

From the album Pandemonium Aug 2020


I'm going loco in slomo

I'm missing going outside

I'd like to go on a journey

Don't care, anywhere, even just a bus ride

And when this is all over

Down to the water, blow my mind

Drinking a beer just sitting in the sunshine


I'm missing all of my people

It's hard to stay in this cage

I'm losing track of the days now

I just want to see your face again, face to face

And when this is all over

Down to the water, blow my mind

Drinking a beer just sitting in the sunshine


Going down to the water to blow my mind

Going down to the water to blow my mind

Going down to the water to blow my mind

Going down to the water to blow my mind

Down to the water, down to the water, down to the water, down to the water

Down to the water, down to the water, down to the water


I'm sure we're doing the right thing

And I don't mean to complain

But this is driving me batshit

Take me down to the Paradise City, to paint the town again

And when this is all over

Down to the water, blow my mind

Drinking a beer just sitting in the sunshine

And when this is all over

Down to the water, blow my mind

Drinking a beer just sitting in the sunshine

And when this is all over

Down to the water, blow my mind

Drinking a beer just sitting in the sunshine

Down to the water, down to the water, down to the water


feel the burn

© Asbo Slipz 2020

From the album Pandemonium Aug 2020


Time, has taken it's toll, we've let ourselves roll

We've sowed the seeds, through greed and apathy

And now things are fixed, we're heading for bricks

There's no escape, we've sealed our fate


Nobody, is feeling the fear

Mercury, gets higher each year

On a course, for the heart of the sun

Feel the burn, nowhere you can run

Nowhere you can run, nowhere you can run


See, see the Arctic in flames, it's no longer a game

Shit just got real, so how does that make you feel?

If you're not terrified, you should open your eyes

We're obsolete, it's time to feel the heat


But you're immune a-to the prophets of doom

Just as long as there's food to consume

On a course, for the heart of the sun

Feel the burn, nowhere you can run

Nowhere you can run, nowhere you can run


Been a long time coming, now it's time to pay the bill

For the sins of the fathers, for the lack of any will

And we knew this was coming, but we chose to look away

Put it off for tomorrow, now tomorrow is today


If you're not terrified, you should open your eyes

We're obsolete, it's time to feel the heat


But you're immune a-to the prophets of doom

Just as long as there's food to consume

On a course, for the heart of the sun

Feel the burn, nowhere you can run

Nowhere you can run


Been a long time coming, now it's time to pay the bill

For the sins of the fathers, for the lack of any will

And we knew this was coming, but we chose to look away

Put it off for tomorrow, now tomorrow is today

Nowhere you can run, nowhere you can run


the pretender

© Asbo Slipz 2020

From the album Pandemonium Aug 2020


Bad faith, true lies

Bad hair, long ties

Fake tan, fake news

Take my word about my massive IQ

I'm chosen, I'm a genius

Starting to think I just might be Jesus


Don't care about facts

Tweet bullshit with no comeback

Fox News are my friends but I

Don't give a damn about CNN

They're losers, they can't see

How I'm single handedly saving the economy


A narcissist, a fantasist

A gold plated motherfucking racist

Self love? Damn straight!

I even tried to buy my own portrait

It's not fair, I get no thank you

How come everybody always treat me like a wanker?


I'm a viper I'm a snake in the grass

I'm a cipher, I'm a pain the ass

I'm a chancer at the card table

I'm a cancer, I'm fucking unstable

A reflection of a fucked up country

How come everybodys always picking on me?


(Like a) Dog turd, I'm stuck on your shoe

(Got a) Penis shaped like a button mushroom

Wanna build a wall along the south

Shit pours out when I open my mouth

It's not my fault so don't blame me

I never really thought that you'd be dumb enough to vote for me


There's one born every day