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'll be knocking on the pipes While your backs are turned I'll be warning everyone what you're up to I'll be sending out a code I'll be sending out a signal I'm a butcher, I'm a baker I'm a natural born troublemaker I'm a tinker, I'm a tailor I'm a spy and I'm also a faker If you take me at all you won't take me alive And no matter what I say when the boot comes down I know that two and two is never five And I know that you'll miss me when I'm not around You can lock me in this room 'Til the moon turns blue But I'll never believe that what's false is true Within every victory there's the seed of defeat 'Cause it's not as much fun if there's no-one to beat I'll be knocking on the pipes While your backs are turned I'll be warning everyone what you're up to I'll be sending out a code I'll be sending out a signal I'll be knocking on the pipes While your backs are turned I'll be warning everyone what you're up to I'll be sending out a code I'll be sending out a signal I'll be knocking on the pipes While your backs are turned I'll be warning everyone what you're up to I'll be sending out a code I'll be sending out a signal