We've been around for a long time and in that time we've written a lot of songs, some in our previous incarnation as Bikini Black Special, and then even more as Zvilnik - so if you fancy a browse through lyrics old and new, fill your boots. Dig into the back catalogue of satirical sinister speculative cabaret, a fusion of science fiction, political satire, grotesque comedy, and theatrical storytelling that's been built up over actual decades.
I like his walk, and so I copied step by step And I walked a mile or two until I found out where he lived I liked his shoes, and so I took them from him So he couldn't run away if he wanted to I liked his hair, and so shaved it from his head And made myself a hat to remind me of him I liked his voice, and so I cut it from his neck And now he only speaks when I speak for him I took his heart And I put it in a jar So he's perfectly preserved And he got what he deserved I liked his face, and so I took it from him And I wore it like a mask at the carnival I liked his skin, and so I took it for myself And with a nifty stitch or two I wear him like a coat I didn't like his friends, they're not around anymore But he doesn't seem concerned by their disappearance I took his eyes, and I wear them round my neck So now he only looks where I want him to I took his heart And I put it in a jar So he's perfectly preserved And he got what he deserved Hold still Excuse me, who are you? It will be worse if you resist I don't know what you're doing here Let me get what I came for Hold your horses And I'll be on my way I didn't sign up for this You're not aware I don't know who you are How much you wanted this I don't know how you got my name But I can read the signs What are you doing in my house And so I did it anyway What are you doing here I took his heart And I put it in a jar So he's perfectly preserved And he got what he deserved