And so we exist So we do not And these times They are just passing They are not real They happen We pass through time As it happens We never begin To play for time To play around To have nothing to play for To have nothing to lose To lose everything The thing I never mentioned That defines my sense of death It is love It is love This is love Love lost in time's game of chance Love lost in time's game of chance Love lost in time's game of chance

What a day What a day What a dull day What a day What a day What a dull day All day all day All dull day What an awful day What a terrible day All day All day What a day What a day What a dull day What a day

Persuasion You gotta get some Persuasion You gotta get some Look at me I touch your breast Look at me I touch your knees And I persuade you Like always I persuade you Like always I persuade you Persuasion Look at me I touch your head I say the word, you go to bed My sister and my mother, my father, my son Do everything I want them to with persuasion One lot of persuasion Like always persuasion Now there's lots of ways to persuade you I could do it with money, I could look at you I could show you all that You might as well do it anyway You might as well choose to play the game After all you've seen yourself before What difference does it make? What difference does it make if I take your photograph? What difference does it make if someone else sees it too? All your friends do it, I mean no one will know it's you Anybody, it could be any body, I mean, these magazines, you know They only go to middle aged men, so why don't you just do what I suggest? I persuade you With words I persuade you Persuasion I've got a little biscuit tin to keep your panties in I've got a little biscuit tin to keep your panties in Soiled panties, white panties, school panties, Y-front panties By the canal, by the canal And I persuade you Like always I persuade you Look at me, look at me There's a certain word and a certain touch A certain way and a way too much There's a little bit here and a little bit there When you've done it all it's too late to care So I persuade you Like always I persuade you Look in my eye Under your covers I touch you And tell you what to do Do it because I tell you Do it because I love you And I persuade you Persuasion

You and I, You and I Living together, Loving forever At our distance Another for instance United United You become me And I become you She is she And she is you too United United A corresponding game to play A special way for us to stay United United Its a lie Its the same It's a sigh It's a game Its the why Its the where and the when we're United United You and I You and I United United Four faces blending blending blending Neverending Our places sending Shades of evening You and I You and I United United Oceans between us Sky between us Land between us Fire between us We're United United Can't stop it United United You are my Knight You are my night-night my evening Its very plain to say Its a strange system You miss them You want to be them You have to see them You have to be them United United You and me la la la la You and I Make ourselves forever together forever and ever United United Love is the law Love is the law Love is the law Love is the law United United United You and I You and I United Time will see us Time will free us Time will be us We are everywhere There is no why There is no sky anymore There is just us United United

We hate you little girls All the time Everytime little girls I hate you little girls With your little curls And your pretty dress And your little breasts I hate you I hate you I hate you little girls I hate you little girls I hate your little tits I hate your little clits I hate your mother too I hate you I hate you I hate you HATE YOU I hate you fucking little girls I hate We hate You hate They hate We hate you little girls I hate you

By far the worst is the hamburger lady We must heal them for the qualified technicians Worst Alternating nights unrelievedly She's lying there Hamburger Lady Hamburger Lady She's dying, she is burned from the waist up, she is burned from the waist up On her arm Her ear is burned, her nose is burned Her eyelashes and her fingers are burned She can't hold anything And even with medical advances, there's no end in sight For Hamburger Lady When somebody tells you that there is a level of pain beyond which the human mind Lady on the potty chair Unrelievedly She's burned from the waist down That's what keeps her alive, the tubes And the nice nurses Hamburger Lady Hamburger Lady She's okay if you change the tubes Tubes in her legs, the tubes in her arms She's okay Then he came out and saw one of the burn nurses She was eating a can of chile-mac And he flashed on the carpet, flashed on the floor The Hamburger Lady Stretch since she came to us Unrelievedly The qualified technicians Hamburger Lady Hamburger Lady The potty chair Qualified technicians Keeps her alive

Discipline, discipline We need some discipline here Discipline, some discipline We need some discipline in here We need some discipline in here Discipline, got discipline I want some discipline in here Some discipline, discipline I want some discipline in here Are you listening, guys? Are you ready now? Are you listening, more or less? Are you ready now? I want some discipline in here I want some discipline in here Do what I say, do what I say I want some discipline Discipline Discipline I want some discipline in here I want some discipline Discipline Discipline Discipline

Subhuman, subhuman! I see you crawling I see you crawling Subhuman, subhuman! I see you crawling I see you crawling In the gutter In the gutter Subhuman, subhuman You're like a virus in my body Subhuman, subhuman Subhuman, subhuman You're like a virus in my body Subhuman, subhuman Subhuman, subhuman Drinking dirty water, to make you clean Subhuman, subhuman Subhuman, subhuman Subhuman, subhuman You make me dizzy with your disease I want to smash you and be at ease Subhuman Subhuman Subhuman Subhuman Subhuman, subhuman I see you crawling I see you crawling Subhuman, subhuman! I see you crawling I see you crawling You're like a virus, a stinking virus In the gutter Subhuman, subhuman

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It was just an ordinary day in Manchester Ian Brady and Myra Hindley Drinking German wine Their mother had gone to bed upstairs She slept very well They used to give her three Seconal every night with her cocoa And Ian Brady put on his best clothes and his blue suede shoes, and he decided to go out with Myra Hindley, because it was six months, and one of those special days So Myra Hindley put on a dark wig and drove Ian Brady to the mainline station And while she stayed in the car, Ian Brady went cruising on the platform Same night, Edward Evans was also getting dressed in his best And his mother, who didn't know that he was a little bit inclined to the young men, wished him well as he slicked his hair and put on his winkle-pickers, and he went down to the mainline station He waited for about an hour and he was beginning to think there wasn't going to be any trade that night And then somebody came towards him wearing blue suede shoes, and it was Ian Brady, and he introduced himself, he said "Hi, my name's Ian, I saw you, uh, down at the Viking last week. Why don't you come back to my place and we can, uh, drink some German wine, I've got a car around the corner, my sister's there, she'll drive us back. It's only in Hyde, it's not too far. If it gets late, you can always stay the night." Ian Brady and Myra Hindley Very friendly Ian Brady and Myra Hindley Very friendly So Edward Evans and Ian Brady went to the car and Myra Hindley drove them back to the little council house, said hello to the dog when they went in through the front door, and their mother was still asleep upstairs. And she made some excuses and she switched on the TV set, and it was This Is Your Life with Eamonn Andrews interviewing Sir Stanley Matthews. And she went in the kitchen, said she wanted to make some sandwiches for work tomorrow, and Ian Brady and Edward Evans sat on the sofa. And Ian Brady started to play with Edward Evans's fly, and he got a bottle, and a couple of glasses, and right under the photo of Myra Hindley's mother, they started to drink Drinking German wine And Myra Hindley went over up the road to see David Smith, and Maureen her sister, and David Smith didn't have a shirt on and he was drinking tea with his wife. They had a TV set on too. They're all in the game. It's only information. And she said to David Smith, "Why don't you come back to our place David. We've got something rather special to show you." And he said, "OK, let me just put on my jacket." And they both set off, walking through the night, walking through Hyde to their little house, one side of the house looking out on to the porch. They knocked on the door, but he was used to that because Ian Brady had some funny habits Ian Brady and Myra Hindley Very friendly Ian Brady and Myra Hindley Very friendly And when he got inside he heard some funny noises coming from the front room over the Eamonn Andrew's voice. Myra Hindley said, "Why don't you go in there David, you might like what you see." So he opened the door while Myra went in the kitchen to get more German wine... And when he went inside he looked over to the sofa, and there was Ian Brady... chopping at Edward Evans' head with an ax! And he was chopping, and chopping, and the ax was going into the back of his neck, and there was blood spurting over the Church Of England prayerbook, and a few drops landed on the TV screen and ran down Eamonn Andrew's cheek, as some bits of bone and white brain landed on the hearth right near the brass brush that they used to clean the chimney. And there was vinyl on the floor, which was lucky. And it took quite a few hits before Edward Evans gargled. Ian Brady asked David Smith for some rope which he had wrapped around a stick that he used to play with his dog, and they put it tight around Edward Evans's neck until he strangled. And he made a strange noise - [loud, strangled yelping] - and then he died! And he was just a lump of stuff. Just a bit more information Ian Brady and Myra fucking Hindley Very, very friendly Ian Brady and Myra Hindley Very friendly And when David Smith helped finish wrap up the body and take it upstairs, he made excuses and left, well frightened. Very friendly. And he went home to his wife, and he told her what had happened, and they agreed that they needed to tell the police. But they were very frightened, so they stayed awake all night, gripping a knife from the kitchen, hoping that Ian Brady wouldn't come around and say anything else. And eventually it was morning. And they went out of the house at about 8 o'clock. Outside, into the street, it was Mrs. Bradley walking her dog, a little white poodle, and Mrs. Martin going to Lloyd's bank to clean the waste paper basket, and they went quickly ran up the road until they got to the red telephone box. And when they got to the telephone box he gave his wife the knife and said, "Wait here while I ring them." And then he went inside the phone box and dialed 999 999 999 And it was the police station, and the rather fat police sergeant who was trying to finish checking his football pools heard the phone ring, and he said, "Oh, shit." And he put down his mug of tea which had a coronation picture of the queen on it, and he picked up the phone, and when David Smith heard the policeman answer and say, "Yes, what do you want?", he told him and said - "There's been a m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-murder!" There's been a m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-murder! There's been a m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-murder! There's been a m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-murder! There's been a murder.... There's been a murder... Ian Brady and Myra Hindley... Very friendly... Ian Brady... And Myra Hindley... Very friendly... Ian Brady... Myra Hindley... Very friendly... Ian Brady... And Myra Hindley... Very friendly... There's been a murder... There's been a murder... A murder... Very Friendly... Ian Brady... Myra Hindley... There's been a murder...