1. We care a lot 4:09 2. The jungle 3:10 3. Mark bowen 3:33 4. Jim 1:17 5. Why do you bother 5:39 6. Greed 3:50 7. Pills for breakfast 2:58 8. As the worm turns 3:13 9. Arabian disco 3:18 10. New beginnings 3:44 total time 35 min
WE CARE A LOT We care a lot We care a lot We care a lot about disasters, fires, floods and killer bees about Los Angeles falling in the sea about starvation and the food that Live Aid bought about disease, baby, Rock Hudson, Rock Yeah! We care a lot We care a lot We care a lot about the gamblers and the pushers and the freaks about the people who live off the street about the welfare of all the boys and girls about you people cause we're out to save the world Yeah! (chorus) And it's a dirty job but someone's got to do it! We care a lot about the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines about the NY, SF, and LAPD about you people, about your guns about the wars you're fighting gee, that looks like fun We care a lot about the Cabbage Patch, The Smurfs, and DMC about Madonna and we cop for Mr.T about the little things, the bigger things we top about you people, yeah, you bet we care a lot (chorus) And it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it.... THE JUNGLE Well, just follow your heart Man oh man Try and see, if you can Ha Ha Jungle sounds great Lots of scary noise Don't deter us from our journey onward Hey man, let your spirit go To the full extent of the meaning He said, "And follow me to the deepest part of the jungle. Where it is always dark and wet and warm To the sacred part." Well, just follow your heart Man oh man Try and see, if you can Ha Ha Jungle sounds great Lots of scary noises Don't deter us from our journey onward We pushed and followed Only our deepest, hidden senses, senses And exposed to the elements That lie within MARK BOWEN Love...it's a beginning A justifiable means to an end And happiness, that triumphant feeling Only comes from within But ...you'll...never make the grade No you'll never, ever reach that plateau You're down below And it's where your soul will forever glow But it's not that ray of sunshine that feels so warm It's just that bottomless inferno You're in the depths of hell And I think that's swell And I hope you get well Well done, fried in and out Burned to a crisp, if that's what I wish I didn't write the rules I just follow them to a tee Cause that's me, I'm evil I'm hateful, I'm sinful, forgetful, mistrustful I'm diseased and contageous I'm suicide, homicide, genocide, pesticide I'm a human bomb I'll kill anyone And so are you, So don't be coy Cause you too can destroy me like a toy Not like Mark Bowen He never done nothin' to no one ... That didn't deserve it. JIM ( Written by FAITH. NO MORE.) WHY DO YOU BOTHER Why hold on? Your hands are getting sore You must be scared of something From the time before, well... We're here again How long, who knows? It's not your right to tell me Where this trip will go Pull away You're dying today You could enjoy it If you could take your feelings with you But put your mind on me And suck my energy And see the speed gets higher I see you hold on tighter.... But just fatigue Is all your face will show It's weary from the stress Getting delirious "I didn't want this race We can"t keep up this pace" We don't want to get well We want to go to hell We want an urban dream The fucking urban scream "This time was mine to borrow I'll pay for it tomorrow" You'll pay for it today And as we drive away I'll make my pleasure greater Push the accelerator (and down we go) GREED Over the hills they came from the valley Making innuendos about my lack of talent, oh well... They say that when I'm supposed to be singing All I 'm really doing is yelling, oh well... To you I say .... Break out or get out Then they say that i can't sing That I don't say a thing That I make everything up...oh well To you I say... Break out or get out Break out or get out Get out of your mind Cause it's much too small And there's so much going on PILLS FOR BREAKFAST (Written by FAITH. NO MORE.) AS THE WORM TURNS One day you're thinking that maybe you're feeling better And you're probably an OK person, if only you had a job... Through the hollow tombs can see them Through their mouths I can hear them praying for pain But it's only a game Listen, man, I know That things are really rough And everybody gets you And life is really tough But I know that deep down inside There's a feeling that rides All the way to the end Thursday you sit in your room with the lights turned out And you don't answer the door Friday morning looks sunny and bright Like it's going to be a good day And it would be if only you had a job Time is on your side, you're young Don't waste your time today ARABIAN DISCO Has it been so long? Do you think we know? Do you think we care? Die...for the here and now Do you remember why? Do you remember how? Face .... out Stick your chest .... out Stomach .... in Thats right Do you really know Where the harems go In the desert snow? Hail, An oasis dream doesn't really seem To mean a thing when you're out .... cold So, hands .... up Put your guards .... up Feet .... down Up .... down Forward .... march Left .... right Cold .... cold I feel cold NEW BEGINNINGS A glow in her eye As he waved goodbye That's where it all began She was a loving girl He was a caring guy Together they had plans They were married and had a baby His name was Johnnie Wait a minute, that's me Why am I only three years old again Spinning and spinning and spinning There was no gleam in your eye When you passed us by In the parade this time You had nothing to say And you're always on your way somewhere But today you just stood still You were a quiet kind of person Who asked for nothing and got just that So they sent you away to kill for your country Could you blame him? Could you blame them? No. And in the end When we meet again we're friends Will we ever learn that we are always God's children And gods never made moral decisions They made love Lyrics in plain text format	Line up Mike Bordin - Drums Roddy Bottum - Keyboards Chuck Mosely - Vocals James B. Martin - Guitar Bill Gould - Bass Artwork Info Produced by: Matt Wallace Recorded at: Prairie Sun Studios, Cotati, Ca. Cover art and graphics by: Olga Gerrard Photos by: John Osato Review Apparently this is the first Faith No More cd. I don't know exactly from when it is, because I've only got this rerelease that only says '(c) 1996 London'. But judging from the sound and the band members it Is their first cd. It sounds very much like 'Introduce Yourself', though the songs are a bit vaguer where Introduce Yourself is more straightforward. Also weird is that the version of the song 'We care a lot' of this cd is different from the famous version of Introduce Yourself. But this cd is definitely worth checking out. Rating: 7.5 out of 10