From the recording Sine On Mr Lovely

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A Motherfucker is a Werewolf

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UP AGAINST THE WALL / MOTHERFUCKERS

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Motherfucker
Werewolf

A Motherfucker is a werewolf
"Hip revolutionaries have the power to inspire fear." (Sorel)
We are the ulitmate horror show...
Hideous hair and dangerous drugs... Armed love, striking terror into the vacant hearts of the plastic mother and pig faced father.
The future of our struggle is the future of fear. FEAR!
The fear of free love, Fear of not working, Fear of youth...
We drink the magic potion and become the spectre that haunts Amerika.
We are the Werewolves, baying at the moon and tearing at the fat, fangs sharpened, Claws Dripping. We are not afraid. We create FEAR.
(The pig wanders from his sty and the wolves descend.)

But where does it come from? Who knows?
What do they want? They won't say.
But the moon knows and the werewolves know and the fat frightened giant gulps tranquilizers while his children grow hair and fangs and leave home to run with the wolves.

"We have nothing to fear but FEAR itself"
"But what about the wolves?" she said anxiously.

A small town, filled with comfortable merchants and their well fed wives likes twinkling in the valley as the clouds drift peacefully acros the night sky. In the distance a wolf howls, and another, and another and soon the night is filled with the roar of howling wolves.
The sounds merge into a chaotic chorus as the wolves gather together under the fullness of the moon.
Lights go on all across town. Gentlemen in pajamas rush to the windows, unable to sleep because of the horrifying sounds carried by the night wind. Women in curlers pull their blankets close around them as the shadowy, howling shapes move through the streets.

When morning comes there is silence. The wolves have gone away. Moved on in their mysterious way. Their stomachs sag with the weight of a satisfying feast and their fangs drip with the fresh blood of their victims. The children of the town run beside them.

One of the wolves stops long enough to say "SURVIVAL"
Another one answers him "REVOLUTION"

The worst fear is the fear of the unknown and we are the unknown. . . THE UNKNOWN
WE ARE WEREWOLVES
International Werewolf Conspiracy

UP AGAINST THE WALL / MOTHERFUCKERS