1. THE STORY OF JAMIE FLAME

Well I was sitting in my limousine drinking champagne
When this little girl knocked on my door
She was crying for my money and I told her:
"Little honey I don't have enough I need more"
She was poor I am rich so what I really didn't need was that bitch
But anyway I asked her to sit on my seat
So I could mingle off her clothes and feel her heart beat

Everybody knows my name
Everybody wants my fame
There's nobody I can blame
Jamie Fame Flame, that's my name

Next day in the paper, I read about a reaper
A picture that was supposed to be me
So when I was walking down the stairs and I didn't seem to care
I met this crowd and they were shouting at me
They were jumping on my records, burning all my pictures
Closing down the fan club, turning over my car
Then I realized that they were all hypnotized, and that I was no longer a star

Everybody hates my name
Maybe I should do the same
There's just one man I can blame
Jamie Fame Flame, that's my name

Then I woke up in the morning in the middle of a dessert
I found myself alone without clothes
I was freezing, I was yawning, then I met this little wizard
and he taught me how to sing with my nose
We sang a lot of songs of what is right and what is wrong
I felt like if I was in a haze
And he took me to a cave where we all were warm and safe
That was the place where I ended my days

Everybody knew my name
Everybody wanted my fame
There's just one man I could blame
Jamie Fame Flame, was my name


2. ART OF ME

She made art of me
she made my day
The spanish way

People came to see
The art of me
The disagree
Between you and I

Can never walk
Nor even talk
I'm bound to hang
On this masterpiece
I'll never find
Within my mind

I was just a boy
She acted like decoy
And I became her toy

After shaking hands
Captured by the glance
Impressed by all the fans
By all the fans, by all the fans, by all the fans

I had never felt so weird before
When she left me hanging on the wall
All the love she gave to me came through her hands
All the love she gave to me came through her hands

Oh I had a lovely woman back in all the early days
But I was crying she sailed away left the day
I found another on the train but she was in a haze
She had lost everything that she had earned on her lays
I got a job in a cafe behind the bar
But I was fired, took it all too far, too far

Too much hip
Got the pink slip
Bought myself a razor
Cut off the red feb
Started jogging the next day
Just to get in a good shape
Looked at the trees, looked at the good babes
The good babes they were everywhere
But there was only one that I really wanted to get near, get near

She put me on a wheel-barrow
Drove me to the gate
Could not escape
Much too late
The gate was real narrow
So she carried me home, carried me home, carried me home

I had never felt so weird before
When she left me hanging on the wall
All the love she gave to me came through her hands
All the love she gave to me came through her hands


3. ROSE

Rose, don't pull your needles out of me
Close your yellow leaves around me
Don't drink all the water from the ground
I've got inside my wicked soul
Don't push the time shorter, let us grow old

Rose, stay in my garden just for a while

Rose, don't you drop all your leaves
Doze and feel the raindrops you receive
Just drink all the water from the sky
You see above your crown of gold
Don't you be a demon's daughter, let us grow old

Rose, stay in my garden, just for a while
Rose, stay in my garden


4. LEATHER CRANE

You can take me to a movie
You can share a good occasion
You can talk about the groovy things you find in our relation
But one thing I know that you sure couldn't sure couldn't do was to talk about your sexual needs
I could drag you to a gallows sleeping
Put the loose around your neck
I could hang you out the window, whipping you 'till I made you cry and beg
But I could never force you to admit your nasty subway thoughts, or to drink my hot and physical milk
Let's try my new instrument

How can I ask you to join my game.
Hang me in my leather crane.
How can I ask you to join my game.
Hang me in my leather crane.

"Now I would like to introduce you to some of the good old ultraviolence psychoreggae, join us."
Don't be afraid of my lust.
Don't fear the strength of my musts.
Let your rosy lips shiver and your pale hands shake.
Let me float your inner river, swim your deep dark lake.
I will drown you slow and softly in the liquid of your mind.
You will know that pain is pleasure, satisfaction you will find.

How can I ask you to join my game.
Hang me in my leather crane.
How can I ask you to join my game.
Hang me in my leather crane.

I could really make you suffer, dip you in the icy water.
Feed you up with more suggestions 'till you pushed me off the border.
No matter how I tried, how I tried, just to set you free, I'm sure that you will never be.

How can I ask you to join my game.
Hang me in my leather crane.
How can I ask you to join my game.
Hang me in my leather crane


5. DON’T LOOCK BACK IT’S PROBABLY HYPOCHONDRIAC JACK HAVING A HEART ATTACK

I won't ever walk again, never talk again.
I found a friend in a medicine magazine that I had seen.
I keep my friend in a glass far away from the mass,
And I'm kinda keen on my mean man medicine.
Now I will be sitting here all alone and on my own,
Me, myself and I on my hurting broken bones.
Stones in my head and in my back,
Feels as if I'm gonna have a heart attack Oh what a drag,
I'm probably going to die I cannot open my eyes anymore,
Think it's because that I'm sick and feel ill,
so I believe my doctor man saying: "Take pills and get skills,
Take pills and get skills, get thrilled or get killed".

Now it's time for me to sing out my pains for everyone.
Trust me when I'm crying, 'cause I'm dying.
All the friends that I once had, have left me for a life so sad.
I quit to eat both weat and meat, I hardly use my toilet seat.
I've lost my sense of humour, must have been eaten by that tumor in my toe.

Now it's time for me to sing out my pains for everyone.
Trust me when I'm crying, because I'm dying


6. YOUTH

I'm on the roof of the house of ages.
After you, breaking bars in the cages.
Doom brought me here in a rolling chair.
Under wheels it died but I will not forget, youth.

In golden days I was free to be roaming.
Laugh and disgrace all the old and the moaning.
Tear down iron walls, cut the reigning balls.
Under wheels it died and I will not forget youth.

In golden day I was free to be roaming, roaming, roaming.
Laugh and disgrace all the old and the moaning, moaning, moaning.
From my window I can see people staring right at me.
From my window I can see rebels fighting in the streets.

In golden day I was free to be roaming, roaming, roaming.
Laugh and disgrace all the old and the moaning, moaning, moaning.
And I wanna be there


7. LITTLE OLD BIRDY FUNK THING

And if I tell you who I really am, I think that you might die, because you don't even know my real identity.
You just know how I look and how I shook your legs that night between the evil and humanity.

I don't give a shit about your moralism, as long as it tastes good.
But if it doesn't I'll tell you I'm pretty much fond of the stuff that you cannot disclose when you're shaking the shake of my hand and you're choosing me as your man.
But you don't know, you don't know.

Would you take me away I need to rest for a day.
Would you let me let you light my lecherous free because it's the only thing that I have got in mind.
One of the words that rimes is desire, and it wasn't very hard for me to find.
Help me get off this merry-go-round I just can't stand this killing engine sound.
I've had enough.

Would you take me away 'cause I need to rest for a day.
Would you take me.
Let's fly away and find peace for today and tomorrow.
In a place where we can lay down in the sand.
I'll introduce you to my life of sorrow, 'cause I need to turn my back away from the mass, the mass.
Help me get off this merry-go-round I just can't stand this killing engine sound.
I've had enough


8. YELLOW

Coming home throw my leather jacket on the floor, drink a cup of coffee through a book
Oh there is no one to spit on, except the little dirty picture on the wall.
On the screen it's very hard for me to see through the haze of dying children
Dying children, dying children.

Grab a pen, try to draw a silly picture of a brain, hoping that my own look better,
But it's all just bits of paper and I am getting nowhere.

This is just a very weak expression of how I felt that wooden windy wednesday,
Windy wednesday, windy wednesday.
I wanna do a masterpiece today.
Paint pictures of the moments passed away.
Put colours on the word I like to say.

On the brush there's a tiny yellow colour remain, but I ain't gonna give up on this now.
I'll paint a sun from floor to ceiling, gonna make sure that it's blinding.

This is just a very weak expression of how I felt that wooden wendy wednesday,
Windy wednesday, windy wednesday.
I wanna do a masterpiece today.
Paint pictures of the moments passed away.
Put colours on the words I like to say


9. CHRISTIANS DIVE

All the last so emotional signs that he'd shown us, came so sudden and so unpredictable.
I had loved a friend without knowing the back pains of his mind, of his mind.
Sure we stared and we stared as the bullets came hard on the target

I think I lost control.
I was seeing a friend translating love into violence.
I think he longed to pull the black wrong side out of his soul

And his mind, yes his mind, and his mind, yes his mind
He tried to run, flied to escape from the sane conversation
Looked as if he kissed her but he bit
I grabbed his arm to hold him back , but I missed and I was on the floor

He said: "Don't you mess with daddy's little orphan"
Christian dived deeper down, bound to his past away scarecrow
Christian dived deeper down, bound to his past away scarecrow


10. VICIOUS PASSION

I'd like to tell the secret story of my vicious passion
You might turn your back on me, and find it out of the fashion
I've tried to hide it all my life so that no one would find me here, while I was hiding in my hut biting Maggie's blackie doggie ears.
It turns me on, it hards it on

I catch the poodle on the grass tie him up to the flagpole
When I press my teeth through his ear and feel relief from my black soul.
I wake up from my xtc and find that the poodle is bleeding
My sweet little neighbor Maggie hears the sound of the poodle screeching, 'cause it hurts.
It turns me on, it hards it on.

Oh how I adore this taste of summer breeze
Oh how I adore this taste of summer breeze

Hairy ears, Hairy ears, teeth dripping
Aching dog winding up
Scary fears - making taste
Bud signal blood in brains
Like fertilizing soil of
Increasing growth of sickening ideas
Biting black poodle soft pussy
Hairy ears is like strangling
Frail voices with a pumping dick