Fish - Return to Childhood (2006) by Fish (보컬) on maniadb.com

I found a new religion yesterday, I'd just cleared immigration JFK
a priest got in a cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel
as God and his accountants drove away.
You'll see him coast to coast on live tv, in a stadium
rocked by Satan just the night before
the collection from the faithful is tax free
it'll pay for his presidential campaign and his yacht

And we all bow down, we bow down to the big wedge
and we'll buy ourselves some heaven on earth
we sell our souls, sell our souls for big wedge
are we selling out tomorrow for today?

A surgeon checks your plastic on the telephone
a casio concerto entertains you while you hold
your credit rating's good for a Madonna or a Bardot
a Dali or a Picasso for his wall.

You're looking good, looking good with big wedge
are you holding back tomorrow for today?
they're driving in, driving in with big wedge
are we selling out tomorrow for today?

You'll sell the ground beneath your feet
you'll sell your oil, you'll sell your trees
you ideals and integrity your culture and your history
your children into slavery to labour in their factories
your mother and your family
you'll sell the world eventually.
The IMF and CIA; there's just no difference they're all the same!
It just depends on what's your point of view

America, America the big wedge
and they're buying up your tomorrow with promises
the promises of big wedge and they'll break them
like your hearts another day
when you find out that you've left it just too late
and find that you're the only one to blame
that you sold out your tomorrow for Big Wedge

Oily river, running deep, dirty water racing through the
city streets,
swollen gutters, summer storms, walking wounded stand
to in another dawn,
Marching in silence one eye on the time one eye on the
madness around them,
They don't know they're blind,
His mind on the trigger, he picks up a magazine,
exits the underground and enters the scene
And checks out the world and all the moving targets Adjusting his sights to take in the moving targets
Locked and loaded, safety off, checks his bearings on the ground before taking off,
Middle distance, draws a bead, allowing a margin for error he takes a lead,
He's out in the open he's out on his own, so far from his
family, so far from his home,
He came out of his hiding came out of the trees,
he blew all his cover when he entered the killing fields,
Only to find he'd become a moving target,
He walked out in the world and became a moving target,
Where the hunter is hunted, a moving target.
Holding a breath still in his lungs, he steadies his hand on
the barrel of a loaded gun,
his sights set on the world his heartbeat slows,
His pulse marking the time he senses the pressure of the
moment he clears his mind,
he calmly delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream, of
moving targets.
Rolling numbers, rolling bones, lucky ladies he takes them
out and takes them down,
Collecting trophies, hunting game, no remorse as they've
only got themselves to blame,
Bleeding heart innocents running in herds, the weak and
the woeful get what they deserve,
There's no room for pity, no space for guilt, in this
murderous city it's kill or be killed,
When you're running the field you become a moving
target,
When you start making marks you become a moving
target,
You took your first step in the world and became a moving
target,
When you walk in the world you're a moving target,
Wandering shopping malls, moving targets, High school assembly halls, moving targets, At fuel stops and parking lots, moving targets In high streets and super marts, moving targets, There's no place to hide!

Doc: "Tattoo Shop"
Fish: "Hi Doc"
Doc: "Hey Fish, what are you doin'?"
Fish: "If you don't mind, we're gonna record this. Is that cool?"
Doc: "Oh that's cooler 'n hell. Hell yeah, 52's biggest dream man.
You know his biggest dream was, me and him go party with you."

On the trail of torn-out twisters, two angels on a mission came
Dust devils danced before them in the path of the hurricane.
On the road to Oklahoma, through the flatlands from L.A.
From the shadows in the valley, from a country where the lizards play.
While they drove they kept the radio on, why don't you singalong, singalong, singalong.

(Chorus:) Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52
I don't think so.

A man stands behind his shadow, a man stands behind his words.
These men are together with family to defend their rights in another man's world.
Most people stood against them, most people disagreed
With the need for all those weapons in our safe, secure society.
Paint the words and the pictures on another man's skin
We are lover, warrior, magician kings.

(Chorus):

Doc:"Fuckin' brilliant, man. OK, here's what happened. 52 barred the door shut from the inside. A gunfight started on the front porch. 52 shot back. You know...they come into his home with it, so he's protecting himself. The guy inside the house blew his brains out. Yeah, they made it look like he killed himself. But, no one believes he would, 'cause he's not that kind of man. That's all, I think, he wasn't afraid of death. You know, he believed in something to die for, that's what he did."
Some say he had it coming, others say he was sole to blame
But who says they've got the rights if any at all to blow the brothers away.
A man got a right to wonder, a man got a right to dream,
Without looking over his shoulder to choose the manner of the life he leads.
One man's thoughts on another man's skin
We are lover, warrior, magician kings.

(Chorus):

Doc: "What they have done, was they've come in and murdered him, for his bombs and his ammunition. Just like that Waco Texas or any of these other things, over here in the United States. Anybody that's stockpiling firearms and ammunitions is a threat to the government, so the government wages war against us. They tortured him, he went out but I'm sure he stood up like he was supposed to, you know? They smashed all the rings shut on his fingers with a hammer. It was all an orchestrated plan, man. The more.. the closer I was getting to it.. to the truth, the more they got everybody looking at me as being the guy that pulled the trigger. And what they did when they killed 52, is they broke the whole family up.
That's exactly what they wanted to do.
They wanted to break all of us up."

Don't talk to me about justice, freedom, truth and
democracy,
When all you left me were false hopes, lies, empty
promises,
Now you're crying betrayal, demanding attention and
sympathy,
You forget your own treason, your actions and the
consequences
of your selfish behaviour, don't make out that you're the
innocent party!
You played the cards you were dealt with unwisely; you
didn't listen to me,
You tried to bluff once too often, you were called out,
cheating in the first degree
Just a sheep in wolf's clothing, a cowboy, a charlatan a
chevalier,
A naive knave among princes you weren't quite what you
appeared to be!
Now all you see is all you get; it's in your face, nowhere else left to hide,
Just face the truth and face the facts you're on your own, no one left on your side
You blame it all on the system you worked in you helped to
perpetuate
You sold out all of your secrets; you sold short all your big
ideas
You were flying too high not a care in the world you thought that you'd never come down; You forgot all the rules, lost sight of the ground Didn't think that you ever could fall, A fool on the wing flew too close to the sun; you burned out and dropped out the sky, And everyone stared but did anyone care no-one remembers your name,
Now you can't trust your own instincts, you don't know
who or what to believe,
You were blind in the spotlight you reached out for
conspiracies.
There's times you feel you lost your mind, you've lost control the very will to survive,
Just pick yourself up of the ground, get dusted down, and get back in the fight
You were flying too high not a care in the world you
thought that you'd never come down;
You forgot all the rules, lost sight of the ground
Didn't think that you ever could fall,
A fool on the wing flew too close to the sun; you burned
out and dropped out the sky,
And everyone stared but did anyone care
No one remembers your name,
Now that you're down to your last hope, the long shot, now
you're down on your knees,
Begging me for one last chance, one more golden
opportunity
And all you see is all you get; it's in your face, nowhere else left to hide,
Just face the truth and face the facts you're on your own, no one left on your side
You once had the World at your feet but your conscience
wandered in clouds,
You lost sight of your goals; your vision was blurred when
the towers one day disappeared.
Everyone stared, no one believed as the images burned on
our screens,
That a world had just changed, the dream evaporates, no
more innocent parties!

It's so funny, you don't call at night, always missing in action,
I'm left out in the cold and you'd never have thought I was thinking,
Turning it over
Putting the pieces in place and building a case for my anger
I'm taking it in, I'm taking my time in taking you out, 'cause it'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back,

So tired of your lying, I can't sleep at night,
I'll accept what I'm told, take what I'm sold,
There's no question to ask,
To sort out the answers,
To prove who is wrong or who is right,
But I know in my heart that we're breaking apart.
If we admit to the truth,
Pretend it's all been an act,
As a matter of fact
It'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back.

Sometimes I feel like I'm sailing on a dreamboat on wild and heavy seas,
I was cast adrift or fallen overboard, I catch my breath and head for shore,
I turn around, the ship sails on
This ship sails on.

Funny, you don't call at night, always missing in action
I'm left out in the cold and you'd never have thought I was thinking
I was thinking
Still thinking
Still thinking
Said I was, said I was

So tired of your lying, I can't sleep at night,
I'll accept what I'm told, take what I'm sold,
There's no question to ask,
To sort out the answers,
To prove who is wrong or who is right,
But I know in my heart that we're breaking apart.
If we admit to the truth,
Pretend it's all been an act,
As a matter of fact
It'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back.

And I still remember sailing on that dreamboat on starlit mirrored seas.
I hold my breath and I gaze from shore from this empty beach and this pile of clothes
I hit the water, the ship sails on
I hit the water, the ship sails on
I hit the water, the ship sails on
I hit the water, the ship sails on

(Dick/Simmonds/Boult/Usher)

I watch the TV every night,
I stay awake by satellite,
I hope and pray the nightmares,
Stay away today.

An oily shroud on a coral reef,
A black cloud's hanging over me.
When I hit on the remote,
The programmes stay the same.
Credo, credo, credo, credo.

An assegai slick with sweat and blood,
A shotgun barks at a rabid dog,
A shallow grave hugs a highway,
Beneath a bleaching sun.

chorus:
Credo, credo, credo, credo,
It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin' to me.

When cancer sucks a young girl's breast.
When a company chains a young man's soul
When the coal dust stole
My grandad's breath away.

(chorus)

A tattered tramp tacks a windy wynd,
To close a crowded circle a brazier's light,
A man becomes a mountain, in the falling snow.
A mother screams and a baby cries.
The memory gone before the blood has dried.
A needle pricks the conscience,
To help it fade away.

(chorus)

The more you scream, the less you hear,
Or that's how it used to be.
But I just can't tell the difference
Anymore these days.
The open lips of an alter[1] boy,
A planet spins in a silent void,
The options are ever fewer
On the ground these days

(chorus)

[1] sic. Is this supposed to be altar? This is how it appears on the lyric sheet.