Consequences of a Bad Diet
Pornographers and drug-pushers peddling their wares;
Muggers and rapists setting their snares,
Gang-fights and shootings, expulsions from school.
‘Hard-cases’ who think that crime is cool,
Criminals and low-life of every sought
Arrogantly thinking “I’ll never get caught”.
What kind of future are we breeding today?
A generation that says “Out of my way;
I’ll do what I want, Life is for living;
I’m into taking, forget giving;
I’ll walk my own path the way I choose.
If I win, I win. If I lose, I lose.”
So why is it happening and what can we do?
Come on see the light, it’s all up to you.
What food are you serving at the table of life,
Good healthy stuff that won’t lead to strife?
You only get out what you put in;
And if the food is junk the result is sin.
Sex and violence burgers, that’s what we eat today;
Freedom of expression the filmmakers say.
Glamorising crime and boy does it pay;
With a side order of blasphemy to take away!
Deserts that taste great; they’re meant to of course;
All nicely topped with thick occult source.
So as it stands now there’s not much we can do;
But we can influence the future, both me and you.
Let’s start eating the good stuff, and boot out the junk;
We can still be ourselves, and not live a monk.
Want a better tomorrow? Come on then. Let’s try it,
And make the big effort to change our diet!
The Heroin Express
Jump on board respond to the cry!
You’re no longer under parental eye
Where words of love couch a desire to control
They want you to conform they want you to enrol
In their neat little club where they’re all made of plastic.
Isn’t it delightful? Isn’t fantastic?
The train’s just pulled in. I’ve saved you a seat.
This is one journey you’ll have to repeat.
With me it’s first class all the way.
Enjoy the free ride for next time you pay.
Follow the tracks and enjoy the view
Listen to the rhythm as it overwhelms you.
Your life up to now has been neat little pictures
A photograph album of permanent fixtures.
But as the train gathers speed ignoring the signals,
Satanic choirs begin singing from damnation's hymnals.
The next snap in your album, is totally surreal
A will that is broken and impossible to heal.
Your id is unlocked from its sub-conscience cell.
The picture it’s painting is a “landscape of hell.”
Where Salvador’s images grow legs and walk.
They scream in your ear as your spirit they stalk.
You’re trapped in a train on a one-way track.
You’re bound for the reaper and there’s no turning back.
You squirm and you tremble and you cry out in pain,
But you’ll never get to normality again.
With a promise of pleasure I’ve hooked into your soul
Your name has been written on addictions dark scroll.
As we rush into a tunnel with no light at the end
You’ve no need to worry as I’m your best friend.
And to prove it I’ll even give you that one final hit.
The one that will send you right into the pit!
Your family and friends will grieve now you’ve gone.
They’ll fondly remember how once your light shone
Passing over the fact that you died hopelessly lost
Living for the moment and never counting the cost.
When will these fools realise the truth of it all?
I’ll keep em’ distracted. I’ll give em’ a ball!
I’ll blind their eyes to the One who can save.
I’ll keep em’ amused with rock music and rave!
Now who will be next to take a ride with me?
It’ll cost you nothing the first time it’s free…
Pete
