MEMBERS: H.P. Hovercraft (vocals), Butterfly Fairweather (guitar, vocals), Dave Blood (bass), Dean Clean (drums)
| 1. At the Moment | 8. Silly Dreams |
| 2. The Secret of Life | 9. Wonderfully Coloured Plastic War Toys |
| 3. Big Scary Place | 10. God's Kid Brother |
| 4. Belafonte's Inferno | 11. If I Had a Gun |
| 5. The Conspiracy Song | 12. Here Comes Mr. X |
| 6. How Its Gonna Be | 13. Shaft in Greenland |
| 7. All Around the World |
Someone should tell you, the CIA and the IRS,
Tell us where to shop and how to dress.
They own the workers, they own the boss
They know what's in the secret sauce
They own the drugs, they own the narcs.
We all know they own Dick Clark.
They own it all, they own everything.
They write the songs that make the whole world sing.
GOD'S KID BROTHER -
I've looked for the reason, can't find no other
We must be the product of god's kid brother...
Maybe there are two gods. A perfect god who made all those perfect people, and another god who made the rest of us. And maybe, just maybe, somewhere there's a heavenly choir that sings off key.
IF I HAD A GUN
Would I wear in a holster?
Would I keep it concealed?
Would I put it on the table,
Every time that I'm misdealed?
When I hear a distant gunshot
When I'm up at night alone.
Would I feel a little safer,
Here in my urban home?
If I had a gun.
HERE COMES MR. X
Here he comes, he's comin' down the street
With his druken wife and the kids he beats.
He's gonna tell you life is hard,
Then he'll dump his trash in your backyard.
You'll hear lots of jokes about the racially pure.
When Mr. X moves in next door.
Just take a walk on the ignorant side...
The sky is blue and the bees are buzzin'
He must be the product of his two first cousins.
He's got a rifle and a low IQ,
He doesnt close his mouth when he chews his food.