Nemesis
In a jungle of the senses,
Tinkerbell and Jack the ripper
Love has no meaning, not where they come from
But we know pleasure is not that simple
Very little fruit is forbidden
Sometimes we wobble, sometimes we're strong
But you know evil is an exact science
Being ever carefully correctly wrong

Chorus:
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home


We feel like Greeks, we feel like Romans
Centaurs and monkeys just cluster round us
We drink elixirs that we refine
from the juices of the dying
We are no monsters, we're moral people
And yet we have the strength to do this
This is the splendour of our achievement
Call in the airstrike with a poison kiss

(Chorus) (x 2)

How bad it gets, you can't imagine
The burning wax, the breath of reptiles
God is not mocked, he owns our business
Karma could take us at any moment
Cover him up, I think we're finished
You know it's never been so exotic
But I don't know, my dreams are vicious
We could still end up with the great big fishes

(Chorus) (x 3)

Released on:
  • Oil & Gold
  • Nemesis 7" double
  • Nemesis 12" (extended)
  • Nemesis 12" double (extended)
  • Nemesis Arch-Deviant 12"
  • Jungle of the Senses
  • Evolution
  • The Dancing Years (Arch-Deviant Mix)
  • Priests and Kanibals - The Best of...
  • Natural History - The Very Best of...
  • 2 Live Shows
  • Cayenne Sisemen released on:
  • Psycho Drift

  • Most of the lyrcal information on this page was taken from Phil Hetherington's Shriekback Pages .