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"Credo"

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I watch the TV every night,
I stay awake by satellite,
I hope and pray the nightmares,
Stay away today.

An oily shroud on a coral reef,
A black cloud's hanging over me.
When I hit on the remote,
The programs stay the same.
Credo, credo, credo, credo.
Ha.. Ha..

An assegai slick with sweat and blood,
A shotgun barks at a rabid dog,
A shallow grave hugs a highway,
Beneath a bleaching sun.

When cancer sucks a young girl's breast.
When a company chains a young man's soul
When the coal dust stole
My grandad's breath away, one day

Credo, credo, credo, credo
Credo, credo, credo, credo
It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin' to me.

A tattered tramp tacks a windy wynd,
To close a crowded circle a brazier's light,
A man becomes a mountain, in the falling snow.
A mother screams and a baby cries.
The memory gone before the blood has dried.
A needle pricks the conscience,
To help it fade away.

Credo, credo, credo, credo
Credo, credo, credo, credo
It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin' to me.

It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin'
I'll tell you, it don't mean nothin' to me.

The more you scream, the less you hear,
Or that's how it used to be.
But I just can't tell the difference
Anymore these days.
The open lips of an alter boy,
A planet spins in a silent void,
The options are ever fewer
On the ground these days

Credo, credo, credo, credo
Credo, credo, credo, credo
It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin';
It don't, it don't, it don't mean nothin' to me.
To me. Oh, oh, oh. It don't mean nothin' to me
Credo, credo, credo, credo

I watch the TV every night,
I stay awake by satellite,
I hope and pray that the nightmares,
Stay away today.

An oily shroud on a coral reef,
A black cloud's hanging over me.
When I hit on the remote,
The programme stays the same

A mother screams and a baby cries.
The memory gone before the blood has dried.
A needle pricks the conscience,
To help it fade away
This song is from the album "Bouillabaisse", "Return To Childhood", "Derek Dick & His Amazing Electric Bear", "Internal Exile", "For Whom The Bells Toll", "Toiling In The Reeperbahn" and "Kettle Of Fish".