When a man lie, Another die

the virginal brides file past his tomb
strewn with time's dead flowers
bereft in deathly bloom
alone in a darkened room
the count

bela lugosi's dead
undead undead undead

oh bela
bela's undead

××××Rosegarden Funeral of Sores××

Virgin mary was tired
So tired
Tired of listening to gossip
Gossip and complaints

They came from next door

And a bewildered stream of chatter
From all sorts of
All sorts of
Untidy whores

Came from next door
Came from next door

But some men are chosen from the rest
But their disappointment runs with their guests
Never would be invited to the funeral rosegarden

But their choice don’t seem to matter
They got swollen breasts and lips that putter
And their choice of matter and their scream of chatter
Is just a little parasitic scream of whores
Screaming whores
In the rosegarden funeral of sores

Virgin mary was tired
So tired of listening to gossip
Gossip and complaints

In the
In the
Rosegarden
Rosegarden funeral of sores

××××The Passion Of Lovers××

She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep
And in her fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Licked her lips
And turned to feather

And as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she keep
The little foxes so safe and sound
They were not dead
They'd gone to ground

Chorus:
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
(chorus)

She breaks her hear
Just a little too much
And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
As she dips and wails
And slips her banshee smile
She gets the better of the bigger to the letter

(chorus 3x)
The passion of lovers is for death said she

××××Double Dare×××××××××

I dare you, to be real
To touch a flickering flame
The pangs of dark delight
Don't cower in night fright

Don't back away just yet
From destinations set
I dare you to be proud
To dare to shout aloud
For convictions that you feel
Like sound from bells to peal
I dare you to speak of your despise
For bureaucracy, hypocracy- all liars

I dare
I dare

××××She's In Parties××××××××××

Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks
The graveyard scene
The golden years

She's in parties
It's in the can (twice)

Freeze frame screen kiss
Hot heads under silent wigs
Fall guys tumble on the cutting room floor
Look-a-likes fall on the cutting room door

She's in parties
It's in the can (twice)

Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by Loonatik and drinks
Freeze frame, screen kiss, hot heads, lights and power
It's patently obvious

She's in parties
It's in the can (twice)

Hot lines under a rain of drum
Cigarette props in action
Dialogue dub, now heres the rub
She's acting her reaction

She's in parties
It's in the can