Grayson Industries - I'm taking control of your life

music audio cd - 10 tracks 1985



intro: The voice of one who's winning, and offering some handy hints as to how it's done. But there's a price for  this knowledge, after all its a dog eat anything it can get its jaws around world. The law of the jungle in a fitted kitchen. he's got a nice suit and firm handshake. A regular guy who's looking for a new carpet.


Rites of Bill Spring


It's really your lucky day meeting a man like me.

Boy I bet you've dreamt of this.

I won't disappoint you. This is going to change your life.

All it needs is a couple of words down the executive phone

Held hard in my hand. A whispered sweet nothing

In an intimate stranger's ear.

It's something that people like me

have to own. So useful in every situation.

With this I can change your life, and never have to know

What your face looks like.

It's the blind leading the blind.

Exciting, four soft orifices

joined by wire, that I can send my

orders down, shift money, or talk dirty

to my dealer.

Any city is my city

Under oral domination.

Do you know what I'm going to do for you?

I'm going to look after you with these strong words

And a telephone cradled hard in a sensitive manicure.


Think big. This is now

a different situation. You can feel

Great again. Under my protection.

It's comforting isn't it

To know that there's not a single thing that you can do?

It's not going to be easy, oh no, no free rides.

But boy, will we have a ball.

Just you and me, together under my upper hand

My finger on your fleshy pulse.

You know what it is?

It's a matter of knowing where the money is.

Which market's moving.

You want aural sex?

just phone.

Dial the digits you want to buy.

It's a fair exchange. Move your tongue

In a stranger's ear.

For a harder kick, just sniff this wad

Doesn't it make a wallet swell?

Take that heaven scent of power

(The Lord helps those who help themselves)

And you will come like you've never come before.

You'll come yelping back for more.

Whispering down the wire.

Come on. get down on your knees and pray

For a taste of power like this.

But don't fight the hand that feeds you.

Turn banker's notes to property,

Both are made of wood.

A big house. With every facility.

In a desirable commuter belt.\A place to say you own.

You know where your bread's got buttered

In a fitted feature kitchen.

So go on! Hit Them!

They'll never get back at you.

What do you think big fists are for?

Jesus Christ!

(and he was a big man too.

I'll bet he never greased the barrels

Before he slipped them in.


Lyrics and vocals: Richard Grayson
Music arrangement and production: David Barratt

© Richard Grayson/David Barratt 1985