Faith No More‘s return to the stage after two years in London and Poland on Friday and Saturday could not have been more exciting for fans of the band. FNM premiered two new songs, giving their strongest hint yet that they are working on new material and bring the prospect of a first album since 1997’s Album of the Year tantalisingly closer.

The band, who previously teased new song Matador in late 2011, played Superhero and Motherfucker and both shows on their mini-European tour.

Both new tracks feature delicate melodies, prominent keyboards and multiple vocals, with Roddy taking most of the vocal duties on Motherfucker. Since the songs aired, fans have noticed Peeping Tom influences, the call-and-response nature of the Superhero evoking their pre-Patton work and have attempted to decipher the lyrics.

Here is our attempt to transcript some of the lyrics, along with the best of the videos of the songs. Please free to add your own versions in Comments.

Motherfucker

Force fed more than we eat in the wild
Raised on a mash that can suffocate a child
Goaded, promoted in a ??? pocket style
Munching in the field while we’re choking on the bile
Corner the the muck of the geese without phones
Hushing down the public on a street without a home
……………………………………
Get the mother fucker on the phone
(repeat)

Hello Motherfucker
My lover
You had it coming
Get the motherfucker on the phone
Set aside the scruples and the strategies and the strain

A smallpox- laden blanket invisible with stains
Inoculated bastards , bloody pecked at pain
Distemper has a hold
Distemper has a hold
We took a second sip from a cup we made of bones
The first it was a ruse, a trick so aptly grown
The truth is that our youth was a carpet laid with stones

Get the mother fucker on the phone (repeat)
Hello Motherfucker
My lover
You had it coming

Superhero

Go Go Go Go….

There’s something wrong
Hiding in a cave…
…
…

Leader of men
Leader of men
Locked in your cage
Will you be one of them?

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Superhero
Superhero
…
Leader of men
It’s all in your head
It’s all in your head
Sweet memories
Washing away

 

And here for the sake of completion is the band playing Matador again at Open’er on Saturday:

When lonesome came over me
A future shadow
Her ghost stood there, sang to me
Farewell, so long

I’ll awake you
From this living sleep
We’ll walk the shore
Where you were born
And bedded me

Although I cheat for the things
March forward, my son
A battle beyond frozen hills
Only for doubters

We will rise from the killing floor
Like a matador

The stained glass
A bovine ass
Can see right through
Every truth-soaked lie

Letters will trace every step
Out of this world
With every date, every date

We will be where you will be no more
No more

The stained glass
Or the hangman’s ass
Would serve you well
Now we’re comin’ back

Out of the words
Of these ghosts
We’ll jump the gates
And left to rise, we will rise

We will rise from the killing floor
Like a matador

And the dead live
May the dead live
And the dead live
What more can we give?

May the dead live
May the dead live
And the dead live
The dead live…