METAL BOX / SECOND EDITION All tracks Written & Produced by Public Image Ltd Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd / EMI Virgin Music Ltd © 1979 Virgin Records Ltd ALBATROSS MEMORIES SWAN LAKE POPTONES CAREERING SOCIALIST GRAVEYARD THE SUIT BAD BABY NO BIRDS DO SING CHANT RADIO 4 ALBATROSS Slow motion Slow motion Getting rid of the albatross Sowing seeds of discontent I know you very well You are unbearable I've seen you up far too close Getting rid of the albatross Frying rear blinds If I wanted Should I really If I run away Run away Riding along on the crest of the wave Getting rid of the albatross Another will not forget I know you very well Run away Run away Should I I run away Getting rid of the albatross I know you very well You are unbearable I see you far too close If I wanted to If Run away Run away I ran away I ran away MEMORIES You make me feel ashamed At acting attitudes Remember ridicule It should be clear by now Clear by now Your words are useless Full of excuses False confidence Someone has used you well Used you well I could be wrong It could be hate As far as I can see Clinging desperately Imagining pretending No personality Dragging on and on and on and on And on and on and on and on I think you're slightly late Slightly late This person's had enough Of useless memories Always remember Twisted amenities Could be wrong This person's had enough Of useless memories Always remember Twisted amenities Out of order Out of order It could be worse You're losing all the time I let you stay too long I could be wrong Could be worse You're losing all the time I let you stay too long I Could be wrong Could be wrong Whatever past Could never last All in your mind Where it all began You're doing wrong It's not the movies And you're old SWAN LAKE (aka Death Disco) Seeing in your eyes Words can never say the way Told me in your eyes Final in a fade Never no more hope away Final in a fade Seeing in your eyes Seeing in your eyes Never really know Never realise Silence in your eyes Silence in your eyes Never really know Til its gone away Never realise The silence in your eyes Seen it in your eyes Seen it in your eyes Never no more hope away Final in a fade Watch her slowly die Saw it in her eyes Choking on a bed Flowers rotting dead seen it in her eyes Ending in a day Silence was a way Seeing in your eyes Seeing in your eyes Seeing in your eyes I'm seeing through my eyes Words cannot express Words cannot express POPTONES Drive to the forest in a Japanese car The smell of rubber on country tar Hindsight does me no good Standing naked in this back of the woods The cassette played poptones I can't forget the impression you made You left a hole in the back of my head I don't like hiding in this foliage and peat It's wet and I'm losing my body heat The cassette played poptones This bleeding heart Looking for bodies Nearly injured my pride Praise picnicking in the British countryside Poptones CAREERING A face is raining Across the border The pride of history The same as murder Is this living He's been careering The steady hand as planned Behind the reasoning No claim for property Both sides of the river There is bacteria Is this living He's been careering Trigger machinery Mangle the military No one should be there Is this living Blown into breeze Scatter concrete The jagged metal bad life Manufactured He's been careering Is this living A face is raining Across the border The pride of history The same as murder Is this living careering There must be meaning Behind the moaning Spreading tales Like coffin nails Is this living He's been careering It's raining I need to hide Trigger machinery I've been careering Across the border Is this living Both sides of the river There is bacteria Armoured machinery mangled SOCIALIST (instrumental) GRAVEYARD (instrumental) THE SUIT It is your character Deep in your nature Take one example Sample and hold Romance and replace The lack in yourself It is your nature It is your nature We see you climbing Improving the effort Wearing my suit It is your character There is a limit Over your shoulder Everyone loves you Until they know you Perfume aerosols May champion the strangers Nick Standing around All the right people Crawling Tennis on Tuesday The ladder is long It is your nature You've gotta suntan Football on Sunday Society boy On social security It is your nature Tennis on Tuesday Sipping champagne Football on Sunday Home on the train It is your nature Girl from Totteridge Park Said you were nice So was my suit The ladder is long. BAD BABY Nearly ten thirty I'm rising early I've got an eye to buy the best Before the rush Someone left a baby In the car part Never any reason Don't you listen One more sob story Some one is calling Seen through the window Calling through mirrors Don't you listen Don't interfere Ignore it and It will go away Someone is calling Don't you listen Don't you listen Someone is calling Don't you listen Someone is calling Don't you listen Don't you listen NO BIRDS This could be heaven Shallow spreads of ordered lawns I like the illusion Illusion of privacy The careful trees blending so perfectly Bland planned idle luxury A caviar of silent dignity Life in lovely allotted slots A token nice A nice constitution A layered mass of subtle props This could be heaven Mild mannered mews Well intentioned rules To dignify a daily code Lawful order standard views This could be heaven CHANT Voice moaning in a speaker Never really get too close Only a gimmick pointed fingers Never more serious sight Wouldn't waste the effort on entertainment Out of control - mob running wild All you ever get is all you steal Side of London that the tourists never see Angle ambience Chant (mob, war, kill, hate) Don't know why I bother There's nothing in it for me The more I see the less I get The likes of you and me are An embarrassment Chant (mob, war, kill, hate) It's not important It's not worth a mention in The Guardian Every librarian has its theory Chant chant angle ambience Chant (mob, war, kill, hate) Voice moaning in a speaker Chant