Between Two Worlds
words & music by Alan Wilson, Steve Whitehouse & Paul Hodges
published by Nervous publishing

In years gone by this story's been told
This house has a guest from times of old
Just stay one night and you might see
We know before the dawn a witness you may be

And as the halls fall dark
and the rooms grow cold
From the shadows she comes
my attention is held as her presence is felt in the night

Your skin starts to crawl and your heart beats fast
Then an image appears like a figure in glass
What is it that she wants as she looks into your eyes
She's tried to tell for years of murder deceit and lies

A lady in grey between two worlds
in the night
A lady in grey trying to find her way out.

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Blue Water, White Death
Words and music by Alan Wilson

It's deep, it's wide
you never know just what's inside
No love, no hate
no emotion no night, no day
New kid in town
no money just hangin' around
It's dark, he knows
Surf calls and away he goes

But there's a cold blooded killer cruisin' around
Hide 'n' seek's over and you've been found
Movin' in closer but you won't hear a sound

Blue Water White Death
Blue water runs red
Panic inside your head
Blue Water White Death
Cold water runs hot
Panic is all you've got
Blue Water White Death

It's deep it's wide
Board floats on the rip-tide
No noise no fight
Disappears in the black night

'Don't Surf'

Day breaks, high tide
Hot buttered board with a hole in the side
New kid, same game
Surf keeps callin' again and again and again…..

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Charlie
words and music by Alan Wilson
published by Nervous Publishing

Well Charlie was a schoolboy
he was only 12 years old
He hardly ever went to school
he didn't do what he was told
He bullied kids for money
he'd even rob the blind
He saved his pocket money
'cause he had somethin' in mind

Oh look out here comes Charlie
you'd hear the people say
Oh look out here comes Charlie
mind you don't get in his way

The teacher had a fit one day
made Charlie stand outside
But Charlie didn't hang about
he ran away to hide
He went down to the shop
where he had been many times before
and paid the last down payment
on that shiny new chainsaw

He ran back to the classroom
'I'll get you all' he said
The teacher tried to stop him
but he sliced off half his head
He butchered all his classmates
and just to make his day
He smeared blood on the blackboard
saying 'Charlie rules OK'

The headmaster sent a letter home
telling of what he done
'I know he is a lively lad
but this is not my idea of fun.
You must point out to Charlie
that what he did was bad'
But Charlie doesn't care because
he's killed his Mum and Dad

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Dealer
words by Alan Wilson, Paul Hodges
Music by Alan Wilson, Paul Hodges and Gary Day
published by complete music

He don't drive cars
bears the scars
He don't care about it
Moves around
Underground
Whatever you want, he's got it

He's a dealing man
he deals with style
He deals in many ways
behind a smoky haze
He's a dealing man
still dealing now
Finds a way somehow

Wears black & white
don't sleep at night
just thinkin' about it
Time and again
the old bill came
They can't do nothin' about it

Doctor's said
You'll wind up dead
Still carries a charm
Frantic's loot
in his boot
Away from harm

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Death Row
words and music by Alan Wilson
published by Nervous publishing

As the day breaks through the window
and the defiant bars stand strong
All is quiet on the Death Row
we all know it won't be long

The wardens keep us waiting
They torment us as long as they dare
We all wonder who is the next one
to be dragged down to the chair

We're on the Death Row
We're paying for our crimes
We're on the Death Row
They're gonna blow our minds
We're on the Death Row
It makes me sick sometimes
Society won't tolerate me

That's why I'm sitting in a prison cell
'cause I done something real bad
But I wish they'd come and get me
'cause the suspense just drives me mad

And I'm thinking whilst I'm waiting
'Shit, I hope they don't shave my hair
'Cause I wanna see it stand up straight
when they strap me to that chair'

Then I hear footsteps outside
and the man in black walks in
All is quiet on the Death Row
as the light bulbs all glow dim.

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Grave Robber
Words and music by Alan Wilson and Paul Hodges
published by Complete music

A market stall or suitcase on his knee
Second-hand rings a speciality
Street corner, he stands
taking your money with dirty hands
He gets by the only way he can

Well what's the use in him being poor
when he can steal from the dead?
They don't need it anymore.
Morbid curiosity, gold teeth and jewellery
A business man and no-one's fool is he.

Grave Robber what's on your mind?
Grave Robber what do you find
Grave Robber when the lights are low
Grab that shovel and off to work you go

Workin' in the middle of the night
Gotta get done before the morning light
Twist and pull those golden crowns
take 'em home and melt them down
Shine 'em up and sell them in the town.

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Hanger 84
words and music by Alan Wilson and Paul Hodges
published by Complete music

Rocket tests in the wilderness. What went wrong?
Hit the ground. Was something found that doesn't belong?
All around the eager press want to know
Vast disguise, only lies, conjecture grows

Tell me what are you trying to hide?
Let me just take one look inside

In Hanger 84, what's behind the door ?
What's behind the door in Hanger 84 ?
What's behind the door ?

Someone in the emptiness has the proof
Deep inside devious minds lies the truth.

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Mudman
words & music by Alan Wilson, Gary Day and Paul Hodges
published by Department X publishing

Mudman, Mudman etc.

Crawls around the swamp at night
loves to smoke and drink and fight
Cheats 'n gambles and lies
Sees the world through bloodshot eyes

Where he came from no-one knows
Eight feet tall, bone through his nose
Tattooed body, his hair piled high
Call him Mudman we don't know why

Mudman, Mudman etc.
There he goes !

All day long he bangs the drums
Soon the natives start to come
Scream and shout and jump around
Rockin' to that Mudman sound

Medicine Man, Witch-doctor too
They don't know what they're gonna door
Voodoo doll won't cast a spell
Mudman's power is straight from Hell

Witch-doctor he slaps the bass,
disappears without a trace
The native's know that they all should
worship the man that's made of mud

Where he came from no-one knows
Eight feet tall, bone through his nose
Tattooed body and hair piled high
Told the Medicine Man goodbye.

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Publican Gullican
words and music by Alan Wilson and Paul Shearn
published by Department X music

Publican Gullican lived by the sea
He was happy and jolly as landlords should be
His pub had a lounge with a colour TV
Where his patrons could sit and drink comfortably

Oh he lived his life
happily with his wife
Confident he'd always be
a publican down by the sea

Publican Gullican one day in May
opened his pub on a bank holiday
Polished his horse-brasses shiny and new
then through the door came a scooter-head crew

'Hey fat man give us some beer'
'We don't serve your sort in here'
'Serve us or see what you'll get
We'll smash your colour TV set'

Oh he didn't think twice
He reached down for a knife
Meant to scare them from his bar
Didn't mean to go this far

Publican Gullican lives by the sea
on the Isle of Wight
at Her Majesty's courtesy
Misses his home and his colour TV
Dreams of the time he was free

Oh Publican Gullican what have you done?

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Recreational Killer
words and music by Alan Wilson
published by Department X publishing

If this house had a story to tell it would be of fear,
torture, hurt, mutilation and pain. There's no way out of here.

Scene's of crime, just look at them run.
Policeman says "he does it for fun".

There's another killer to catch,
psychological profile to match.
It's serial no-one can top.
Recreational Killer can't stop.

If this man had a song to sing he'd be heard by few.
Stripping flesh again and again to look like someone new.

Blue lights flash and the siren's wail.
Who's been killed, it's so hard to tell.

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Schizoid Man
words & music by Alan Wilson
published by Department X publishing

Not far away is a place you can go
where the music is great, but the stories gyrate
The man seems OK but the longer you stay
you'll begin to regret every word that you say

The evidence mounts in the back of his mind
'till one day a black mood will seek and then find
His smile is well practised, but that's where it ends
This shallow veneer hides some sinister trends

Schizoid
Twisted warped and paranoid
Schizoid
Infant brain he's insane
Schizoid
Snapped and buckled and filled with hate
Yeah he's a Schizoid Man

His otherwise empty life's cluttered with fears
like an overgrown minefield forgotten by years
and just when you think that he's out of your head
that phone call reminds you that you want him dead

His life has no meaning so he never stops
Proverbial leopards just don't change their spots
So close is the moment to finish the game
The Schizoid Man must be beaten again

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Scratchin' My Way Out
Words and music by Alan Wilson
published by Dept X

Woke up this morning in a cold sweat
One of those nightmares I sometimes get
I was in a coffin six feet underground
shouting for help, but no-one hears a sound

I'm scratching my way out
going mad I scream and shout
What's this all about?
I'm going mad, so come and let me out

Splinters in my fingernails, pennies in my eyes
my heart's still beating so I know that I'm alive
What's going on, my mind full of dread
Left in a coffin mistaken for dead

These spooky nightmares scare me half to death
I'm shut away, I can't take my breath
I must escape to see the light of day
'Cause if I don't then I'll rot away

At last I wake, it's quiet once more
Was it a dream, well I'm not so sure
Open my eyes, my God it's true
With all that practise I know what to do

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Side-Show Freak
words and music by Alan Wilson
published by Department X publishing.

Well I travel around in a painted truck
I'm three feet tall and short on luck
I got tattoo's all over my skin
You gotta pay to get in

I go from town to town, state to state
Just gettin' by and workin' late
Scaring kids, when I'm in the mood
'Cause I'm a side-show freak with a bad attitude

He's just a side-show freak
I'm a side-show freak !
Yeah he's a side-show freak
I got a bad attitude
He's just a side-show freak
That's what it say's on my passport mam !
Now don't you point your finger at him, it's rude
I'm just a side-show freak with a bad attitude

I drive a six inch nail in the side of my head
The Kids all scream as my blood runs read
I'm your fire-eatin', mother-f*ckin' fantasy
but I'm sick of people staring at me

Night after night the crowds file in
Frustration's growin' in these stunted limbs
I strike out at some grinnin' dude
'Cause I'm a side-show freak with a bad attitude

Well the circuit's long and the wage's low
Now the boss-man tells me this is my last show
I fix him one of my meanest looks
'Cause I'm a side-show freak with a bad left hook.

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Sir Psycho
words & music by Alan Wilson
published by Department X publishing

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth
and he lived in a mansion house
Broke the rules at public school
and got himself kicked out
Mum and Dad, well they went mad
at the son and heir to all they had

He started stayin' out late at night
and within a short while
His family were appalled to see
him dressing Psycho-style
With an education like he had
still little Johnny turned out bad

Sir Psycho, Sir Psycho
Mummy and Daddy just couldn't see
why he turned his back on the aristocracy

Because of his posh voice
his mates all called him Sir Psycho
and late at night his stereo
played Demented Are Go
Mum and Dad have had enough
they don't wanna hear this Psycho stuff!

One day he was told off
because his room was a disgrace
Sir Psycho he just packed his bags
and laughed in Daddy's face
Little Johnny aint comin' back
he's happy in his council flat

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The Game
words by Alan Wilson and Paul Hodges
music by Alan Wilson and Alain Whyte
published by Sony music

With a practised smile you side-stepped and walked away
Your shifty look was all it took
Suspicions confirmed, penny's dropped today

On the run, like an outlaw you're on the run

The saying goes you never ever really know anyone
But still you try and now I know why
you managed to fool everyone

On the run, like an outlaw you're on the run
On the run, like an outlaw you're on the run

The time has come, you're moving on
Why won't you stay?
And hone to perfection, this art of deception
instead of the game you play.

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Time Bomb
words & music by Alan Wilson
published by Complete music

When life is like a book
that has a missing page
a mind is full of thoughts
that torture you with age
What secrets do you find
behind those lying eyes?

You are all alone
but never on your own
with those voices in your head
and horrors in your home
and do you hear those cries
when you close those tired eyes?

And when you lift those floorboards
in the middle of the night
don't you know that someday
it is gonna come to light
like a time bomb,
the fuse is lit
and the time is ticking away

A nation wonders why
and a hundred camera men
appalled at what they hear
await the moment when
the secrets that you hide
are no longer kept inside

Oh mother pray for me
I can't sleep 'till you set me free
from this time bomb

When life is like a book
that has a missing page
The only thing to do
is throw the book away
with those secrets that you hide
behind those lying eyes

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