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.
Such a waste being chaste You can save that for the monastery Get off your face with style and grace And unrelenting honesty We're not telling you how to live your life We're just offering ideas, my dears Of a simple code, of a way of life A philosophy to get you by Same feet, new boots Same roots, new leaves Same tree, new fruits Same shit wearing different suits You're not gonna get rich, bitch If you're doing things your way And you'll still get sick And you'll still get sad And you'll still die someday We're not telling you how to live your life We're just throwing this out there As a simple code, as a way of life A philosophy to get you by We're not being prescriptive We're just making suggestions If a voice in your head says you're better off dead Why not pay attention? Sign up to the project Confess to your defects We don't guarantee success But you might make progress Be a part of the process Same feet, new boots Same roots, new leaves Same tree, new fruits Same shit wearing different suits