Poison, Pollution, Corruption, Lies (The Kremla) click here for realaudio
(words: Ken Clean-Air System, Pete Grella; music: Pete Grella)
Poison, Pollution, Corruption, Lies (x3)
(Kremla:)
We gave them a chance
To build our world
But now, they fucked it up
Who's gonna clean the mess - I hope that I don't have to
Poison, Pollution, Corruption, Lies (x3)
(Kremla:)
Shrinking rain forests, sinking oil tankers
Hole in the ozone, acid rain
How do you plug a hole in the ozone?
You put a few plugs in the guy who made it!
Poison, Pollution, Corruption
Poison, Pollution, Corruption, Lies
Invaders From The Planet Xemu click here for audio
(words: Ken Clean-Air System, Pete Grella; music: Pete Grella)
Invaders from planet Xemu (x2)
Landing now from outer space
To set up shop with the human race
Better hide - run for cover
Because their leader is L. Ron Hubbard
Now they have a best selling book
Dianetics - millions of copies
Got a problem - turn the page
And who knows, maybe some day
Invaders from planet Xemu
Buying a building - painting it blue
A personality test for me and you
Got a problem - have nothing to fear
Because someday you too will be clear
Now they have a great big sailing ship
And nice white uniforms to sail the sea
Is it to avoid the IRS?
Or maybe an upcoming nuclear war!
Invaders from planet Xemu
Beware of invaders from planet Xemu (x3)
(words and music: Greg Wheeler and Tristan Laine)
Running through the countryside
See them at a glance
Missiles are on the way
And no one has a chance
Four minute warning
Missiles fill the sky
Stick my head between my legs
And kiss my ass goodbye
On the side of the house
Everything was fried from the blast
And a little kid's charred body still waiting
For a ball that never hits the ground
Wheels click here for realaudio
(words: Ken Clean-Air System, Greg Wheeler; music: Greg Wheeler)
Wheels are coming around the bend
Wheels are going to mean your end
Wheels are coming into town
Wheels are going to grind you down
A flash of chrome - taste of steel
Ruthless soul behind the wheel
The smell of death is getting near
Let's flee this ruthless plague of fear
Because Wheels are turning, Wheels are grinding
Wheels are burning, Wheels are flying
We'll be running, We'll be hiding
We'll be shaking, We'll be dying
Pack your family, pack your gear
And flee this spreading plague of fear
An empty town at half past one
Means their deadly work is done
Wheels have ground down my pride
Hate the way we run and hide
Silent rage is slowly steaming
Don't get mad, just get even
Now it's time to settle the score
Guns will sprout from the door
Now it's someone else's turn
Because brand new wheels are going to burn
'Cause now I'm turning, now I'm grinding
now I'm burning, now I'm flying
you'll be running, you'll be hiding
you'll be shaking, you'll be dying
Top the tank with righteous anger
You're the goose and I'm the gander
Someone else will play the fool
I spear the fish as I drain the pool