CUPCAKES

THESE WORDS ARE FOR HIM:
FUCK YOU
I'LL EAT THE
FUCKING CUPCAKES
MYSELF.

No Justice (I.U.P.G.)

On March 23rd I was arrested under mistaken identity and held in a police cell for four nights. Despite my innocence, I was verbally abused, sexually humiliated and held in contempt by those in charge. With no money, upon release I forced to hitch-hike 75 miles to Glossop.

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NO JUSTICE
(INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY)

No justice, no justice

I'm innocent I say.
Give us your name they say
I'm innocent I protest.
Where were you on this date they aggress
I'm innocent I cry.
Shackled they split my eye,
My innocent eye.

No justice, no justice

Groping they accuse,
In a loving relationship I prove.
Guilty they imply when
Innocent, am I.
For the crime of mistaken identity
A fiddling nonce I may become,
In the eyes of their justice.
Where's my justice?

"Just Because I Wasn't Born to Slaughter!"

A not-particularly amusing track given a rather exuberantly silly performance on the Hard Rock Hotel recording. The song proceeds "Empty Inside and Out" conceptually, however precedes that track on the finalised 2008 edition of the album for some reason. That same year, Steve and I revisited "Just Because..." on the first EP of The Garibaldis' "Unplugged Series".

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JUST BECAUSE I WASN’T BORN TO SLAUGHTER!

Standing before the court all alone

All ‘cause I felt the urge to snap some bone

What’s going on, all the people just stare

Feeling as though, I really should care

No hold of my life – because I’m going down

Locked behind bars in the blackness of downtown

Hell hath no fury like I did that day

Now I’m paying the price for the slay

Didn’t have long to wait ‘till I was found

Can’t say it was easy running from the law!

Now they know.

Now they know.

Didn’t expect to never be found

When you commit a murder life is far from sound!

No hold of my life – because I’m going down

Locked behind bars in the blackness of downtown

Hell hath no fury like I did that day

Now I’m paying the price for the slay

Holding on to what I’ve got, maybe for one last time!

Standing tall against the jury pleading guilty for my crime!

Glad I don’t remember how I used to be

Glad that I’m not seen like this by my distant family

Locked up in a cell all night before they let me plea

Twenty-four hour surveillance no sneaking in a key

Now they know.

They all know.

Praying for some sorry reason I don’t even know why

Gone is my chance for salvation - no point starting to cry

Just because I wasn’t born to slaughter!

Just because I was caught in cold blood

Just because I wasn’t born to slaughter!

Does that mean, kill again I could?

No hold of my life – because I’m going down

Locked behind bars in the blackness of downtown

Hell hath no fury like I did that day

Now I’m paying the price for the slay

Interlude (sung badly out of tune at 2:44)

Help me please

I doubt anyone could

Come on please…

No way!

‘Cos they know.

They all know.

Called up to the platform to give my final plea

The only word running through my mind is g-u-i-l-ty

Yet I go ahead anyway, the word ‘innocent’ comes out

Oh, gosh darn it – didn’t mean to say that – the victims family start to shout!

No hold of my life – because I’m going down

Locked behind bars in the blackness of downtown

Hell hath no fury like I did that day

Now I’m paying the price for the slay

Just because I wasn’t born to slaughter!

Just because I said “innocent”

Just because I wasn’t born to slaughter!

But forever I shall be…Hell. Bent. Yeah

HELL BENT ON KILLING AGAIN!!!!