lyrics - dodgy deals

No Backbone

The spiral of a jellyfish
The moral fiber of a squid
Not one bit

With replying in the negative
I have a problem positive
I admit

No may be an easy word
For many people in this world
I can't say

No matter how
Or where or when
When the game is on again
I must play

I can't remember anymore
Reasons that I had before
To go home

The evidence has clearly shown
I've got no backbone

It will be my undoing
Throwing every caution
To the wind
No discipline

In the long sad history
Of really very bad ideas
You count me in

Many opportunities
I smothered in alcohol
And nicotine

If my body is a temple
Then I'm a raiding Filistine
Always been

There never has been any doubt
My principles not chiseled out
Of hard stone

The evidence has clearly shown
I've got no backbone

One for tonight
And another one for the road
One more on the house
Because I still don't want to go
Have one on me
And let's drink them
While they're cold
One for the future Whatever it may hold

And the things that never were
By a complete lack of character
I wonder

How I failed for every test
On beer and women and the rest
I squandered

I settled down for second best
Never went before the last
Alone

The evidence has clearly shown
I've got no backbone

The Last Round Never Comes

Must have been sober once
But can't remember when
Am I still in this place?
Or did I come back again?

Can't see for the smoke
Only blank faces in the crowd
And I really start believing
This bar has no way out

And the last round never comes

It feels like threehundred years
Since I bade farewell to my friends
Have I never left?
Or did I come back again?

Can't feel any real emotion
But a slight pang of regret
That they serve me no more beer
And that I'm out of sigarettes

And the last round never comes

The greasy sweat sticks to my back
All memory fades in the black

The music's loud, it's roasting hot
My brain's switched off
No room for tonight

Right now I know the score
Nothing affects me any more
I've given up my quest
Of searching for the door

I have become immune
For all pain and all sorrow
And all the shame will have to wait
Until tomorrow

And the last round never comes

Blood Under the Bridge

Walk on the muddy tracks
And sometimes stumble
Just like the rest and so I guess
Thatís the way this cookie crumbles

A game of cards in the dark
Every player goes all in
The silent dealer only smiles
And itís the house that allways wins

No lights to steer by
But the feelings in the guts
Allways damned to doubt why
Until they nail the coffin shut

A narrow path
Along a steep ridge
All pain and tears
And blood under the bridge

Not a subject to much change
Stuck in itís own ways
No old dog to teach new tricks
Until the end of days

When the Chips are Down

Pissed off by the world
Pissed on by the gods
It never rains here but it pours
And itís been pissing quite a lot

Of all the madness
I have had my bloody fill
It all could end in murder
If only if my looks could kill

When the chips are down
The crap keeps coming round

The mandatory sickness
is infecting everyone
Lies are running around the world
Before the truth can get itís boots on

The frustration
That comes with each endevour
The great mistakes that paid of well
And I shall regret forever

Now that the chips are down
The crap keeps coming round

Weary from the tragedy
And the daily routine shame
While the last coins jingle in my pocket
And still it fucking rains!

Maybe I may climb from here
When I hit rock solid bottom
And leave behind that which is mine
And many have forgotten

Wonít need the flavour of the week
As a band-aid for the grief
I will put my best foot forward
Preferably right in your teeth

Dodgy Deals

Bon sewer, Monsieur
A good day to you
Allow me to introduce
Myself to you
Hear me now
For I got news
I got an offer you canít refuse

Donít be shy
Just step in inside
Into my humble establishment
It wonít take much time
You seem a busy man
I make a special price
For youíre my friend

All is for sale at dodgy deals

We only sell the best
All quality brands
For a bargain price
I say again
All who stop
At my old shop
Never leave with empty hands

All one could want
Lies for the taker
For the quick
Decisionmaker
Off limited stock
So if you donít buy now
You will be crying later

And itís cutting my own throat
But I just like you to show
That you wonít find cheaper anywhere again

And itís cutting my own throat
But I just like you to know
That I swear upon my honour as a businessman

To complete the deal
Would you be so kind
To sign here and here
Along the dotted line
Only one last thing
And this might sound odd
Would you mind signing it in blood?

All is for sale at dodgy deals

And itís cutting my own throat
But thatís the way it goes
And the only way that a good deal can be done

And itís cutting my own throat
To make a payment for your soul
And let you burn in Hell until Kindom Come

The Long Road Home

I confess to almighty God, and to you, my brothers and sisters,
that I have sinned through my own fault, in my thoughts and in my words
in what I have done and in what I have failed to do

Down upon your deathbed
The curtains drawn
Waiting for the sun to set
Waiting for the end to come

Shadows growing longer
These steps one walks alone
Too late to turn around now
On the long road home

The lights will shine
Or the lights will die

Breath is shallow
Last beats of a tired heart
Death is waiting in the wings
To play the final part

Memories return
All dreams now long since gone
Every twist and ditch felt
In the long road home

Will it be Hell or Heaven?
Or shall it all just end?
And with all things done in life
Amount to nothing

Will it be another level?
Stretching beyond the bend?
Will the road go further
After dying?

No living man will ever know
What lies after the grave
No maps where ever shown
Towards the pearly gates

What ends with flesh and bone,
What part will still remain?
Will this road bring you home,
Or lead you the other way?

The last breath dies away
Frees the mind to roam
All the things one cannot grasp
The long road home

The One at the End of the Line

Itís a grim world full of dirt
And itís spinning fast
Itís a dog eat dog place
Where nice guys finish last

A cage fight
Of bad guys and worse
And the pie is shared between
Those that come first
All virtues will be shed
When push comes to shove
For the one at the end of the line
Ainít hungry enough

Itís eat or be eaten
And in kind you will be paid
For civilization from chaos
lies two meals away

Itís downside
If you lack the balls
When itís each for himself
And god for us all
All virtues will be shed
When push comes to shove
For the one at the end of the line
Ainít hungry enough

You better come out on top
When the cups are refilled
For shit never stays up
But it rolls downhill
All virtues will be shed
When push comes to shove
For the one at the end of the line
Ainít hungry enough

Cruising for Bruises

All bets are off
Nothing is certain
We are on the run
Bridges are burning
There is nothing to return to
Where we are coming from

None too subtle
We are opening the throttle
And stick our heads over the parapet
We saw the future
Through the bottom of a bottle
Amongst the newly wed and allmost dead

If you want some
Then come and get it
But we wonít be playing nice
We make the rules up
As we go along
We run this show so damn your eyes

Weíre cruising
Cruising for bruises

We are the bigger dogs around
Smelling the fear on you
All hungry, foul and drunk
We will take you to the cleaners
We are dancing to a different tune
So do you feel lucky, punk?

One canít be squamish
If one wants to do the business
And we ainít got no class
We want the volts, the amps
The watts and all the decibells
And you can hang the rest

Weíre cruising
Cruising for bruises

I got no angelsí voice
We ainít no pretty boys
We gonna take and break all your toys
And hammer your brains with our fucking noise!

Weíre cruising
Cruising for bruises

The angry Jam

This oneís for you, you sad old crones
Who couldnít take a fucking joke
You bit of more than you could chew
Now suck on this, I hope you choke!

This is the angry jam
A jam for angry men

You two-faced, split-tongued hags
Immersed in your self-righteousness
To your acusing fingers
I give you the finger back!

This is the angry jam
A jam for angry men

Damn you and your kind
I will never walk your line
Was your life so fucking dull
That you had to take it out on mine?

Do you feel proud now of your sham?
Well smell the shit and look again
Your words were never heard in here
While we churned this angry jam!

This is the angry jam
A jam for angry man

Nice Out

Allways early out of the feathers
Never with the chickens on the stick
It hits like a dick on a drumkit
Like some pliers on a pig

The dot comes to the pole
Weíre sent with a lump into the reed
The monkey comes out of the sleeve
Itís all a suit from the same sheet

Nice out!
Nice out!
Weíre allways very nice out
Nice out!
Nice out!
I think I had my fair share of nice out

The shit is on the marble
And weíre out for day and dew
Stuck with the fries pears again
Now breaks my wooden shoe

Nice out!
Nice out!
Weíre allways very nice out
Nice out!
Nice out!
I think I had my fair share of nice out

Weíve bought a cat inside a bag
Or so it is whispered
We know that he who burns his bum
Must sit on the blisters!

When taken in the piss
Or held before the rag
It will all be sausage to us
For itís the same eating eggs

Nice out!
Nice out!
Weíre allways very nice out
Nice out!
Nice out!
I think I had my fair share of nice out