GBH - Discography - 'Leather, Bristles, No Survivors and Sick Boys ..'

Leather, Bristles, No Survivors and Sick Boys ..

Race Aaginst Time / Knife Edge / Lycanthropy
Necrophilia / State Executioner / Dead On Arrival
Generals / No Survivors / Self Destruct
Big Women / Sick Boy / Slit Your Own Throat
Am I Dead Yet / Freak / Alcohol

This was released circa early 1984, most likely to tie together the band's early 7" singles and their blistering 12" single release Leather, Bristles, Studs and Acne of a couple of years earlier.

Needless to say, this compilation doesn't add anything to the original tracks other than to lump them conveniently together on one disc. Compact discs remember, were merely in their infancy in those times. Having said that, at least you were now provided with the lyrics for the 12" EP, so unsatifyingly omitted from its release. Once again, 'Alcohol' appeared at the end of the record as a 'secret' track for added value.

Race against time

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Put us on a life support machine from the day we're born,
didn't realise it was just our dawn.
By the media we've been accepted, but in reality still rejected.

From the start it won't last,
but now that's all in the past.
Never admit to being wrong,
five years on and we're still going strong.

Given a year to pack up and die,
take the taking, run and hide.
Said 'race against time', thought it was clever,
time is immortal and we're forever.

So five years on and we should be dead,
new ideas in the same old head.
Don't need help, don't need a tutor,
you're our past and we're your future.
It's a race against time, but whose racing ?
'Cus we've already won.

Knife edge

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

On the streets they're after me,
won't let me go, won't let me be.
This opression is screwing my head,
if I ain't careful I'll end up dead.

I'm living my life ..
.. I'm living my life on the edge of a knife.

Loving her was the mistake I made,
defending her honour with a steel blade.
Three on to one just isn't fair ..
but now they're in intensive care.

So now I'm running all over the world,
all because of a stupid girl.
But I've gotta carry on, I've gotta be brave,
else I'll end up in my grave.

Lycanthropy

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Lycanthropy is in his blood,
and spreads to those he slays.
Uncontrolled metamorphosis,
undetectable by day.
But when the moon is waxing,
and all the world's asleep.
Through woods and fields,
the werewolf he will creep.

Even a man who is pure heart,
and says his prayers at night ..
can become a werewolf when the wolfsbane blooms,
and the Autumn moon is bright.

He instinctively seeks to kill,
the thing he loves the best.
He'll bare his teeth, growl and snarl,
and wish upon you death.

His suffused eyes will glare in hate,
silver-grey hair will shine.
He'll grip you in his muscular arms,
and on your your flesh will dine.

Cures are rare for this schizophrenic,
a Marfisa flower is a start.
Silver topped cane, a crucifix,
a silver bullet through the heart.

Necrophilia

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Make love to you your eyes are closed,
your body is rotting it's decomposed.
Your hair straggled in a spider's web ..
you're dead.

No remorse ..
screw the corpse.

Your clothes are in a state of decay,
just like you they're thrown away.
Your body's filled with lava flies,
why oh why did you have to die ?

I come and see you every night,
unlike my girl you don't put up a fight.
I'm close to you, put flowers on your womb ..
'cos I was born in your womb.

State executioner

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

State executioner, there's no hope,
for the men that hang on th eend of your rope.
You think you're safe no-one can tell,
what they'll do when you get to hell.

State executioner ..

Got the papers, you need your boss,
that man is not guilty you don't give a toss.
Pull the lever, watch him swing,
state executioner, murderous king.

State executioner, just the same,
as the people you kill in the government's name.
Slip on the hood, open the hatch,
you're no better than those you dispatch.

State executioner, punishing men,
although it's for ever and ever amen.
Fame and fortune damnation you've got,
state executioner you should be shot.

Dead on arrival

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Tracks in his arm made him a man,
No-one could understand.
Each night he'd go out shooting skag,
Met a pusher who sold him a bag.

That's why he was ..
Dead on arrival .. ..

Ran out of money so he stole a car,
tried to run but didn't get far.
Sent to prison, no turning back,
saw his arm, weaned him off smack.

Out on parole tried to keep calm,
finally died with a needle in his arm.
Yes out on parole, tried to keep calm,
finally died with a needle in his arm.

Generals

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

We'll lead you into victory, you hear the generals say.
Never look behind you, we're with you all the way.
Go to bed early, conserve your energy,
tomorrow we'll be fighting with our enemy.
Polish your boots, clean your gun,
killing those bastards will be a lot of fun.
Take no prisoners, kill them all.
Start to march when you hear the call.

Britain needs you, Britain needs you ..
Britain needs you to die for her.

Marching into victory, marching in the mud.
Fighting for freedom, fighting in th eblood.
There's dead bodies all around, you're told to carry on.
Death is not right, war cannot be won.

March along you see a flash,
fall to the ground and make a splash.
You awake you're lying in the bed,
eyes are shut you think you're dead.
Lost your arm, you've lost your leg,
lost you're job, you'll have to beg.
You'll get loads of sympathy, a picture in the Evening Post.
But where were the generals when you needed them most ?

No survivors

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

No survivors in this game of hate, we all get changed in a certain way.
Our ideals changed by mortar, there isn't a person who doesn't pay.

No survivors, burst the bubble.
No survivors, too much trouble.
No survivors, your just a pawn.
No survivors, don't conform.

Boys mature to men in weeks, while rivals stay on the boil.
The time is right, the 'real' cowards, we all suffer at this toil.

So patriots who wear your flag, can enlist and die together.
I'll stay at home, protect MY world, do two years and wear a white feather.

The fields in France are full of heroes, now only poppies remain.
Their colour red, their number many, and still not achieved their aim.

Self destruct

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Out on a limb, got no enjoyment, stoney broke, got no employment.
It's something no-one else can see, I've gotta end my misery.

Self destruct, self destruct, I said I'm gonna.
Self destruct, fill my head with a piece of lead.

Had enough of this recession, their bullshit caused my depression.
Their ways make me feel small, now I'm gonna end it all.

Count-down's over this is it, my life is spent it's now I quit.
Done my best to aid this caper, one less name on a piece of paper.

.. blow my brain

Big women

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Big women, I like the size, big women flabby thighs.
Big women, big women, big women .. they fill my eyes.

Oooh a a ah !

Here they come, walking down the street, big and bouncy look so neat.
I like them best between the sheets, big women give me a treat.

Skinny wenches will not do, I need a big one to see me through.
I've gotta get some meat to see me through the night,
in the morning I feel alright.

Sick boy

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

I'm strapped into my bed, electrodes in my head.
My nerves are really bad, it's the best time I ever had.

I'm a sick boy and there's no cure.
I'm a sick boy, there should be more.

But I'm happy the way I am, like a sardine in a can.
People taking notes, people in white coats.

I see school girls everywhere, short skirts and pigtailed hair.
But why must I suffer, for being a gymslip lover ?

Slit your own throat ?

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

Exempt from the laws which you created,
your thought out lies becoming dated.
Ruin our lives then plead for support,
the noose around your neck is getting taught.

Slit your own throat.

Your ignorance is hard to believe,
do you want this country to bleed ?
Stuck in a rut full of rot,
complain about things you haven't got.

Disrupt the lives of those around,
it's time you lot were underground.
But no-one hears when you start to moan,
sulk in self-pity 'till the cows come home.

Am I dead yet ?

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

The pen they say is mightier than the sword,
but don't for a minute believe a lying word.
They'll do anything to try and sell their ware,
they've got no morals and they really don't care.

Am I, am I dead yet ?

They've got the freedom others haven't got,
they get away with murder and we do not.
Sensationalise anything that's dull,
it can't go on the street if it's not full.

The cheapo porn is bound to get the men,
think twice when it has a reading age of ten.
Trivial stories get caught in their net,
and they can bury you if you're a threat.

Freak

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

You're a freak I guess you know .. ..
you're belong in a side-show.
The shape of your head, length of your neck,
on the whole you're a fucking wreck.

Freak .. of nature, freak, god I hate yer ..

You get victimised wherever you go,
and you're too thick to even know.
You grow uglier everyday,
it's not your fault you look that way.

But you've got friends and lots of money ..
behind your back they think you're funny.
Sticking to you like a lot of leeches,
disregarding your grotesque features.

Alcohol

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Williams

You're like a kind of religion,
I see you each night on television.
I can't remember all your names,
I love you running through my veins.

Alcohol, oh alcohol, I love you in my brains.
Acohol, oh alcohol, I never want you again.

I come and see you every night,
take out my purse and i'll buy you a pint .
Would you like another ? No thanks,
tonight i'm wearing incontinence pants.