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.
We'll just take it on the chin Not get in a state about the state we're in, and It stops hurting eventually Nothing lubricates like a bit of free money There's an explosive truck on the steps of the embassy Another threat to life and liberty If you're gonna make us vote for democracy Then that's not democracy I am Sam I am, and I am what I am I won't carry the can for the man Cause he never did a damn thing for me As a convenient rule of thumb The smallest bit of proof is a smoking gun, and A little bit of bang and blame Even if it isn't you it's gotta be someone Got a flame of panic we'll fan it Refine it for a time like a fine wine let it mellow Get the boys in some high tech toys in Get the boys it's a public health warning There's a suitcase sitting on the concourse You could say it's Schrodinger's Bomb Another dud until it choose to prove otherwise Give it a minute in the spirit of free enterprise Fan the flame a little more, watch it getting bigger This is what you do with a planet on a hair trigger Welcome home we love you long time Sucky sucky five dollar followers To wear your colours and your collar I am Sam I am, and I am what I am I won't carry the can for the man Cause he never did a damn thing for me