Feeling Hard


Shaved, craving shaven, image,
These boots leave their mark,
Running through pleasurable night,
Leave the bruised and battered behind,

Feeling hard.

Hard-on exploding,
Ecstasy of self-love,
The rush through the body,
The soft flesh recoils
From the steel;
The breakbeat sound of bone.

Feeling hard.

The smashing beautiful broken red of skull,
Iron bard.
This violent joy.
This fucking hard.

Feeling hard.

Time to step outside.
Live out games,
Skinhead. Oi Skinhead!
Lose self, come apart,
He is risen.

Feeling hard.

Who would you fuck?
Anyone?

If you are not looking for anything romantic,
If you just want a fuck,
Then anyone will do.
After all it's just a fuck.

A little boy (just a fuck
A little girl (just a fuck
A bored housewife (just a fuck
A tragic queen (just a fuck
You don't know them
You're just going to fuck them
When you beat them
Beat them

Feeling hard.

Fire burns the soul.
Fire burn skin deep.
Deep skin feelings
Thrill erectile tissue.

Feeling hard.

Feeling
Skin on skin
Hard. Feeling
Fist to face to fuck him over.
Fuck him over.
You've got him now.
Hard as fucking.
Hard as nails.
Take him down,
Knee to nose
Blood flows free.

The kick,
The kill,
An orgiastic thrill.

Beat this fucker
Exploding in you kecks.

Feeling hard.


This was first performed at That Stupid Club in November 1997 by B234eva, the original Industrial Ska Funk two-piece. I have been thinking of resurrecting it in crashing electronic style.