Looking for an answer to end all the violence But you'll
find no solutions behind the white paper Searching for a
way to break down that fence Do you really believe in this
ludicrous caper?
Mountbatten murdered - a rebel gunman's been shot
dead "They're all murdering bastards" - or was that
something that I read? Well, whatever - it's just the same
-death, destruction, violence and pain
This side, that side, that side, this side What side?
Any side. You can't side me That side, this side, this
side, that side What side? Any side. You can't side me
Where could it end? What could the outcome be? One
thing's for sure there'll be a lot more corpses before the
Government can see A lot more screaming bullets. A lot more
children dead And a lot more 'Bloody Sundays' all painted
in red
A lot more pointless talks and a lot more death walks A
whole lot more of whose tribe should rule The squaddies on
the corner. The gunman's on the roof Who's the real
terrorist? Well don't look to the media for your proof
The British Empire ain't what it used to be, mate! And
it's a bit late to try and make it great So, what's the
point in fighting out there? British Constitution on a
land's fate
The 'Vengill' computer sums it all up It's just packed
with reasons to cut people's lives up Well whatever, it's
just the same Death, destruction, violence and pain
I see no point in deciding Because I won't fight for
troops in Ireland I won't shoot the IRA dead And I won't
smash no bastard's head Because I don't want to die Do
you want to die?
This side, that side, that side, this side Right side,
wrong side. Can't side me This side, that side, that side,
this side What side? Your side. Can't side me
This is mankind and mankind kills You think that women
are just here for thrills Your filthy morals just fucking
stink Don't try and get my hands in your sink Don't call
me your "bird"; I'm not your pet Well, I've had enough,
right up to my neck
This is mankind and mankind kills Why should women be
raped at your will? This is mankind and mankind
kills Why should women pay for man's thrills?
Why don't you get married? Wear that wedding
ring? Can't she see it's the only respectable
thing? She'll cook his meals Sleep in his bed Do
anything he says
Waiting for the medical. Waiting for the test Waiting
for exam results, "do your very best" Waiting for the
signatures to sign your life away Waiting for the games,
they want you to play
War is not a game, not a game of fun Shooting real
people with real guns Learning how to defend your precious
country Learning how to die, not them, just you and me
Nuclear war isn't much fun When the bomb drops Where
you gonna run? Where you gonna hide? What you gonna
do? It's not a horror movie It's happening to you
Waiting for the day When the peace will come That day
is long away So, what's that outcome? No point in
fighting Who will be accused? But maybe someday The
bombs will be defused
Left wing, right wing, you've heard it all before But
can you spot the difference when they're knocking on your
door? And while you're poncing yourselves up to follow
hoards of shit Just remember how it feels to be pushed,
punched and kicked
You can't change nothing with your violence and your
hate Do you really think that by smashing heads, you're
gonna change the state?
You talk of people dropping out, but the system just loves
you You stand in line and are counted, now your revolutions
through Because the moment that it started, it was
arranged, then logged and filed More of your mates will die
now; soon you'll see them neatly piled
You can't change nothing with your violence and your
hate Do you really think that by smashing heads you're
gonna change your fate The battlefield is set at Margate,
and the bloods gonna run so don't be late
Well they can keep that because I don't want to
know Won't play no part in the Mr. Muscleman show Won't
be told that I should fight with you Because the real enemy
sits back and grins at us too
There's always people who'll hate what you say There's
always people who'll lock you away There's always people
with jobs to do But they're still fresh and blood like me
and you
Forced in jobs that they don't want to know For monopoly
money that's made to show Taught to compete against the
people on the street Down on your knees, don't you think
that's a treat?
This is planned from early on, when you're just tiny little
mites Squatting in the classroom, learning how to read and
write Hearing all the good things, like how to be
polite What we realise now is that they had control of
sight
We were told of Gods galore and heroes more But never of
the people who were beaten to the floor Told to admire all
leaders great and tall But never told it was those bastards
who made the people crawl
If you look quite deep enough, you'll see its all a
con A look at past history tells… all Government is
wrong!
They practice so-called justice, law and order their first
trick They practice so-called justice and soon they'll want
our necks They think we are their scapegoats, they look
down on me and you Well just let them believe that, until
its time to see who's who Sometimes I wonder how much
longer it will take until people start to realise that the law
is but a fake But across the world rebellion's restrained
and turned against itself by the media's brain
First it's the facts, then they're attacked Chained to
their lies to maintain pride Always one side, always their
side Never our side, fuck the lot
Always titles, always disciples. They're packaging bullets
for the rifles People are dying, people are crying, while
other people are mystified People are dead, the colour was
red. Lives are through, the colour was blue People are
fighting while people are writing. But I realise someone is
hiding the truth
There's pressure in the east, pressure in the west. The
pressure's building up but the rulers know best How to hold
back the masses who beg and demand. For the slightest chance
in a change of command A command that forces a lifestyle of
sin. Then picks up the pieces and locks them in That has
the power and time to access and control enemy number one -
the press
'People die in horror cell' on the front page of the
Sun Then the page is turned and the real fun has
begun The horror is diluted as the page three girl
arrives Shapely tits, big bulging arse, a sparkle in her
eye More and more and more and more the horror becomes
distant It's swept aside with packaged lies, presented like
a present And the time it's taken in is as your team is
winning A person's died, another's lied, but there's no
sign of the killing
This is the country you're supposed to be free. The
democratic society You're only free if you accept their
views. And if you don't they'll imprison you Young gangs
fighting for respect, but everyone's a police suspect The
rich say anything for extra money. We are their prostitutes
and they think its funny This is the country that's
supposed help you, but only the privileged get a fall out
shelter The police force, army, Government and more. The
tight arse shits who will start the war This fucking place
is in a mess. The usual people are being oppressed Kept at
bay by piles of pointless laws. And all reasons kept safe
behind closed doors The reasons that they keep from you are
the reasons that they've got you beat They turn you against
people like you, people like you on the street Fighting
wars is senseless; this country is not great Wars are fixed
by people who surround themselves with hate Great Britain
thinks it leads the world so civilised, pure and free Great
Britain doesn't lead fuck all, Great Britain, shit, you don't
fool me Smashing Argies - Falklands' ours, Falklands' ours
- what a con? We ain't even got a place to stick our arses
on Fighting wars in Russia, fighting wars in Spain, killing
in Northern Ireland, it's all the fucking same.
From day one they say 'listen to me". You are born with
eyes but they're not to see Keep looking straight ahead and
don't let them stray. Don't question anything, don't think or
debate Because you've seen it once before and you'll see it
again The strange disappearances of those who are the
same The same as the people who fight for their
rights Then backstab each other in middle of the
night The whining freedom anthem songs Sacrifice the lot
to end all the wrongs "A few lives ruined but we still have
the songs" But the troops are marching on and on and on
We sing our own songs; we choose our own ways You try to
ignore us, but we'll never go away Looking down on us from
your privilege and greed Taking all you can and making
others bleed Destroying all you touch now your answers are
through I'm sure we can do better than you The left wing
manifesto, the right wing sham Tells us we can't, but I
tell you we can They might tell us we can't but I know that
we can Stuff your lies, you know we can, we can
You don't care about people's thoughts. You probe into the
mind, then you haunt What you print, people believe,
complicating lives, what the fuck does that achieve?
Now you're looking for some news, changing around facts and
views Receiving money for empty lies. Sly reporters I
despise you
Will there be that extra in this week? Now you're climbing
to the journalist peak Sitting at the typewriter making
more lies up. Rearranged to suit you, then fuck me up
Now I'm getting sick of you. Coming around here, making
news Whatever you print, you can't lose. But can't you see
the damage that you do?
Four minutes left in the game to play Since that day in
forty-five we've never had a say Was it solution to combat
the right? Or just to stay ahead in the never-ending
fight The president's plaything in the name of
Manhattan Just another Hiroshima for him to flatten The
protest signs are spread across the earth But will the
protests pay their worth? They keep us at bay with piles of
businessmen's excuses Planning hard, they've got us bored,
but our blood will run like juices How long left now? The
hands tick by Will we get our answers to what, where or
why? Who'll press the button? Who'll start the
war? Who'll survive the slaughter? Who'll perish on the
floor? The part you play in this fucked up set leads to the
overhead threat you'll never forget The times up now, no
protest crowd Just have you got your final shroud? It's
coming now. Now! Now! Now!
They say from acorns great oak trees do grow And from
evil man the genocide does flow From the expenditure the
shock waves spread And the innocents in masses are easily
led It don't really matter if it's communist red Or
whether its fascism that causes the fatal blow to the
head America still don't realise its mistake in 'Nam But
they were not on the wrong end of the napalm They still
carry on their search for power and glory Just another
chapter in man's story Across the world, they rear their
ugly heads Across the world in bloodshed red The story
begins to wear thin They say its in the name of law Will
Vietnam be the forerunner to El Salvador? Another nine
years of killings, injuries and rapes This year's winner is
the Watergate tapes And this year's Kissingers a man called
Haig And the descendants have all caught the red, white and
blue plague
Political factions stepping into line They think they're
helping people when they give a nazi sign But if they knew
the truth of what was going on There'd be no campaigns or
party broadcast songs They're sitting in the backrooms
giving orders out Go and smash a wog a week and get the
bastards
Make a perfect world; is that your fucking aim? Or are
you just another sect who wants its slice of
fame Government, law and order, can't you see that that's
the con Can't you use your fucking heads and see what's
going on? They're all just rulers to dish the orders
out Go and smash each others side, but leave the people
out
Another fine timing for a step into line For four
budding young stars who've just found the time An old tune
and shit words, as long as they rhyme Well just watch them
boys because they can't fail this time Well I've heard all
the screams of another barmy army But who sits in hotels
with champagne and salami? It only leaves you to be the one
who's barmy You're being led on to make a superstars
fortune
Yeah, we live in dead cities, and the streets are
grey But I don't need Top of the Pops to make me think that
way I can see this rebellion on my TV screen But no sign
of a future for you and me A slight reflection of the past,
but that didn't last Because the people who mattered
weren't rolled in the cast They're lining up another lot,
all idols who will be nailing down the coffin on me and
you You tell me about the Conflict barmy army. Well, excuse
me if I laugh, but I think it's rather funny That when the
businessman farts the punters go running We are just the
latest pile of shit; can't you see what's coming?
The businessmen whisper from backroom thrones Their long
grasping tentacles are hungry and strong Top chart hits and
in future, we can't go wrong But it's only their wallets
that get fat on our songs Does it really matter about the
businessman side? I don't really give a fuck, if punk's
dead or alive. Top chart hits and future, they can do that
for you. But just ask this question, is it false or is it
true?
The backlash has started, but we ain't fucking
laughing Take a look at how much has changed, there ain't
much to smile about We've done four years of begging and a
lot longer struggling Well ain't it about time, we took
back what is ours
Punk formed as a movement to set right what was
wrong The opposing side said no, we're right, you're
wrong They controlled our bands with money and they all
sucked off our sweat Well that's the fucking lesson we
never must forget
The time moved on and rebellion just seemed to be a
bore As one by one the leaders collapsed, the money bought
the whore Time and time again, we heard new promises were
made But words was all it was, the action was
delayed They tried to salvage something, but the mistake
was already done With CBS and EMI backing what went
on Those tears upon the stage, we heard they all came from
the heart And if we all stood together, it would just be
the start Well the start just never happened, as our hopes
ran down the drain Now take a good look, you'll see its
happening again The punk movement once strong, once
offering real change Is searching fame and fortune, and
that just ain't the fucking way
Punk is still our movement; we can put right what is
wrong By learning to say no, we're right, you're
wrong Fuck their fucking future, it means oppression, war
and hate It's time to turn the tables around and recreate
the state
Filled with love and compassion. As she fixes her make-up
for a day of fun He reads the news, it depresses her. With
reports of death by bomb and gun Astride their horses in
the winter lanes. They smile at nature with tenderness They
hear the call, hold hands with pride. And look down at the
bloody mess
And civilised upright citizens grin, as the dog's teeth
tear at shrieking skin This ain't savagery; it's jolly old
culture. As they stand and wait for death like vultures She
laughs as the bloody fur's flying. Re-applies her lipstick as
the animals crying He claims the tail as privileged prize.
And kicks the mangled corpse aside
The time has come when we all must turn around and start to
think No more standing in the corner. Question the missing
link The link that created the misery and pain. That sees
the mistakes, but then makes them again You've heard it
once; you'll hear it again. Your blood, their blood serves the
same
There they stand and there they grin. Never thinking or
questioning "Why blood of innocents must be spilt". They
smile but they can't hide their guilt That their life is
built upon a pile of bodies. Slaughtered animals? Slaughtered
squaddies? The pleasure they take from another's death.
Hides the truth that murder feeds their wealth
She smiles at him as dead eyes stare. He takes her hand and
strokes her hair His fingertips soaked in misery are the
mark of aristocracy And the broken form lying in the ditch.
The handiwork of the dog and bitch Bears the label of
decency. The honour given so graciously
And backs are slapped in celebration. The success of
extermination Freedom maintained so humanely. As they wipe
their hands of blame so bravely Back at home she wears the
fur that proves his precious love for her Death and glory
on her shoulders sit. As the master takes what's rightfully
his
Murder is committed in the guise of sport. Ripping flesh is
given no thought Glasses are raised in dedication. The
crime is given a justification Heart beats faster, eyes
wide and staring. Death comes whistling cold,
uncaring Slaughtered animals, slaughtered squaddies. Their
wealth is built from murdered bodies
I'm walking through the grey walkway of the city And
through the brightly lit shops and supermarkets And I'm
walking through the fields of the innocent Passing by the
fairytale farm Balancing on the brittle edge of a short
life That is ended by the knife
The factory's still churning out, all processed, packed and
neat An obscure butchered substance and the label reads
"meat" Hidden behind false names such as pork, ham, veal
and beef An eye's an eye; a life's a life, the now
forgotten belief Yet, everyday production lines are feeding
out this farce To end up on your table, then shat out of
your arse
Yet, still you're queuing, and still you're
viewing Sawing out limbs just right for
stewing Carcasses piled up in a heap Sort, soft, juicy
chunks from freezers deep Well, can't you see that that
juice is blood? From newborn throats, red rivers
flood Blood from young hearts blood from the vein Your
blood, their blood, serves the same
Now you're at the table, sitting, grinning Sitting there
eating, you never realise the filling It's served upon a
sterile plate, you don't think of the killing The furthest
your brain takes you, "is it for frying or grilling?" You
moan about the seal cull, about the whale slaughter But
does it really matter whether it lives on land or
water? You've never had a fur coat; you think it's cruel to
the mink Well, how about the cow, pig or sheep. Don't they
make you think? Since the day that you were you born,
you've never been told the missing link?
As I'm gazing at the baneful products And from behind
the bright colours and false smiles I can smell the
lingering death And see the decaying skins Forth from
the green grass The pungent smell of decomposing
meat That penetrates the walls of the kitchen And from
the red lorries on the black In unison with the red lights
and the red juice
Yet, still you're queuing, and still you're
viewing Sawing out limbs just right for
stewing Carcasses piled up in a heap Sort, soft, juicy
chunks from freezers deep Well, can't you see that that
juice is blood? From newborn throats, red rivers
flood Blood from young hearts blood from the vein Your
blood, their blood, serves the same
The Sunday kitchen spills out the stench of the
abattoir The butcher's blade glistening in the eye of the
'master' The deadened life of a baby sits upon the
plate The spilt guts falling from the chute to the basting
tin The carcass from the carcrash In the age of the
train-direct from the gates of Sobivor
There's a place that's neatly tucked away, beyond the other
side A place of which you'd never dream there'd be a need
to hide For the building is surrounded by pastures pure and
green But the image hides reality, and the distance kills
the scream That comes from inside is never exposed to the
air For the place is packed with scientists who show how
much they care While the guard stands bravely at the gate
with guard dog by his side The same breed of animal is
butchered inside
Well, what a fucking waste of money, what a fucking waste
of time A fucking waste of money, what a fucking waste of
time A fucking waste of money, it's a fucking waste of
time What a waste of human knowledge, what a fucking way to
die
There ain't no fucking truth in the inspector's files As
he walks down the death corridors, he covers his sighs with
smiles He sees the pain and agony, but remembering his
position He's got his place, just another face, but he's
just not paid to question
He thinks it's rather funny because he's earning lots of
money When his eyes are forced aside as out slides another
trolley Another tray of corpses, unlabelled and
unmentioned But it's no good asking "why, why?", because
they never fucking listen
So, liberate…
Animal testing to detect thalidomide Torturing and
killing while there's loads more things to try The
suffering and the pain, the excruciating pain It all goes
over and over gain This fucking witchcraft won't solve
anything For it's the same experiment over and over again,
over and over again… again
The system maintains law and order throughout the
land On which our futures already planned To serve the
leaders quest for power To remember our position, to
respect that shower Who divide the masses the rich v the
poor The left and the right, who create civil war This
is forced upon us from birth until death We've heard of
freedom, but it just don't exist
Systematic force rules right across the land And if you
don't want their future then you've got to make a
stand Everyday we support that shower The office boy,
the dole girl, gets taxed by the hour There ain't no
possession, no need for pride You're just a human being, so
push that shit aside Position and status is the trick they
use on you And if you try to be yourself, they'll beat you
black and blue Divide and rule is their method of
attack A clever fucking trick to hold the people
back Fight one another and you fuck yourself, fools If
you're looking for the answer - the answer is you
She wakes up in the morning; the sun is shining in her
face She turns her head around; she shares the blanket on
which the love embraced She looks out of the window; it's a
lovely day outside She tells herself that things are fine,
he pulls the sheets to cover his eyes The essence of the
fresh air, that garden held the love affair Thinking back
their minds are torn in muddle and confusion So far away
another sits, who tries to make the best of it He don't
know quite what's hit him, it's another love illusion He
gazes in his empty room eyes fixed upon her picture The
loneliness, dejectedness, God how the fuck he's missed
her His eyes turn turn to the window, the military roar
by He wonders how much hatred could evolve out of the
sky What God had done for peace on earth, what man
destroyed from day of birth They are concerned with
feelings; they're just ashamed to cry And one mans plan to
push the button makes other sacrifice The serenade is dead
and now the only question's why? Why when we are young,
we're told it's right to love Told it's human nature and
that comes from God above As time moves on we realise that
we all look from the pit While a plan hangs above us, to
keep us in the shit Because the minute we are born, we're
told what's right and wrong Raised with certain morals,
never mentioned in their songs As we grow up, we find out
that the paths been neatly set In a world of such
destruction, we only can regret Regret that is the word of
it, as we look for our way out of it Why can't they
understand we don't want any part of it? The pain they
create everyday, that just ain't gonna go away We've got to
stick together, but still you're asking why? The system
stands strong, as our movement starts to crumble The
pressure we once held, has just turned into a
rumble They've got us where they want us, and you all just
accept that Well don't you think its time; we started to
hit back They are the enemy; they want a rope around your
neck And if they will go that far, then what the fuck is
next? Forget the revolution, we've heard it all
before Heard all of the promises of
nineteen-eighty-four Its an impossible task, "oh yes", it
stands before us all Well maybe you'll believe it when your
back's against the wall
The second album full of same old songs Fighting back
against a system which is cruel and wrong Yet another
battering ram against a wall of power A blasphemous attack
to blow the leader's cover It's a message from those who
won't take no more Of seeing the privileged profit from the
poor Of the scientist's piss they call research Of being
told we're scum and should be birched
Well bollocks to them all, keep smashing at the
wall Pile the pressure on and Government will fall
But it takes more than music and more than words To
recreate a nation that's controlled by hoards Of police,
army and fuck knows what else That they've got waiting for
the backlash from the people who care To question their
control, their dividing lines Power must be tested, it's
testing time
Power must be tested, we've heard that time and time
again But no matter how much pain and protest, nothing
seems to change The Government show forces and our movement
cowers in fear Some still strive for freedom, while others
simply sneer
It's the same old racket with the same old songs Well
it's the same fucking system and it still stands strong The
battle continues so bollocks to them Who mock our anarchy
then bow their heads again You try working for something
that a system can't make Creating something that a law
can't take Back as a loss of privilege for stepping out of
line Power ain't been tested, so now's the time to fuck
them up again
No more law and order. Those words they say it all Its
just one human being denying another of self rule The
police ain't authority, for all they do is serve The state
they do their dirty work to make the people learn They
interrogate, discriminate, smash demos and assault They
sort out all the queers and keep the wogs locked in a
vault And they're here for protection but protection for
who? They all wear the same badge that says fuck you
all
Oh yeah! They're here to maintain rights; they're here to
keep the peace They've also got the right to lock up and
not release Any form of rebel, they'll even work against
their own Because they bribe them, very well and they may
also get a home Protect their privilege no matter what the
cost Now you're the piggy in the middle and they couldn't
give a toss They sit back and laugh, yes they laugh at you
too Because they also wear a badge that says 'we use
you' It's just the same old story of a state going
wrong Where possessions matter and people don't Don't
be surprised that we've turned against you Because if you
side with them, it's fuck you too
No, there's no fucking way That anything's going to
change It depends on you and you know We can protest
until death, they won't listen Don't sit back and think it
will happen They won't give up what they have
robbed Stand up and resist
But while the leaders have caught on, we see that they've
prepared for civil war While on our side we squabble about
who does what and who sells more There's women with just
one reason, to fight for their equality Forgetting the
system holds superiority
First, we've got to come together, so fuck the
differences It doesn't matter if its noise or music, to
them we all talk piss To them we're the sick farce, now
lets not prove them right If we're to stand the slightest
chance, we must unite and fight We must never give up, make
sure our message ain't forgotten That's if they won't
fucking stop, then we're gonna fucking stop them!
Mother Nature smiles and cracks a new days dawn Most
people on the earth are sleeping comfortably and warm Out
in the fields and pastures, it's another new day too One
without the war and hatred that is known by me and you A
shriek disturbs the peacefulness; the cat's just killed a
mouse The mother says with feeling as she looks out from
the house It's breakfast time, the clock strikes nine, ham,
bacon, one egg or two? What a shame about that mouse,
what's for tea tonight, lamb stew?
Well, there's things to do, so the family divides in
separate ways Father works to earn the keep, he's a butcher
and well paid The daughters go to riding school mother
washes up the crap One son plays with soldiers; the other
aggravates the cat Back out in the fields, a different
story's taking place Foxes cower with their cubs to escape
the human race Rabbits run for life, deer take cover in the
trees The mother sighs with disbelief, then prepares the
meat
Think what you're doing the systems set to ruin The life
not the profit we've got to fucking stop it
Because before too long there will nothing left
alive Not a creature on the land or sea, a bird in the
sky They'll be shot, harpooned, eaten and hunted too
much Vivisected by the clever men who prove that there's no
such Thing as a fair world with live and let live The
royal family go hunting what an example to give To the
people they lead and that don't include me I've seen enough
pain and torture of those who can't speak So I'm gonna
speak for them in an all out attack And if someone tries
to whip me, then I will fucking whip them back Because I
have had enough of this madness in those theatres of
hell Enough of them hounding the fox to the kill Of baby
seals being clubbed, their mothers cut up They satisfy
their greed, their wealth's built on blood Of their
slaughterhouse haunting the back of the mind The gas
chamber of the farm life, the end of the line
Punk still means much more than fashion A movement made
that no one can change It's a form of rebellion; it comes
from the street And it's made by idiots like me! See!
We're all caught in a web of power And we are all
holding each other in place Forced into position by one
another I see I'm ready to break free
But… I can't move unless you fucking do You can't move
unless I choose to How much longer are we gonna wait?
I never said it could, I said it would, it can, it will, it
is happening
The music press grins but did you think they would help
us? No, it's not in their interest; freedom's not what they
want The change in their life style would destroy the bank
balance Much rather they would shit and watch the world
collapse In their fairytale city, they poison the
mind With rock 'n' roll for entertainment So, the nation
won't find out about Corruption, control, the distribution
of wealth It's a plan based on distraction, well see for
yourself They make millions profit now who's on what
side? Do you see them lift a finger as the starving victims
die? Some people tried to change things, tried to clear out
all the shit Big bosses forced a clampdown, anarchy must
not exist!
Fuck off if you don't want to help, that's the message loud
and clear From the con men you once labelled, you bastards
just don't care Just who the fuck are you to talk? You even
sell yourselves OK you've got your own opinions, well now
have ours as well
Shut your mouth, because you don't understand the way
things are The way we live, the role we play is not a
superstar For you to use, build up, smash down as you see
fit You dozy jerks you write such shit
If we sound like a bad phone call then you've got a crossed
line If we tell you the same as yesterday, well, did you
think we would change our minds? You say we look too
violent, say our message is forgotten Well, if you don't
like that tough, because that's the only face I've got!
Cruise missiles have arrived, despite our protest and
anger The fucked up fucking shits took no notice of our
banners They ignored the nation's pleas of a chance to work
for peace They reinforced their laws and brought their
servants to their knees
While Maggie sits back in her province of power The
nation's scared shitless in fear of a shower Of the worst
thing that would be possible The destruction of the world,
the murder of us all God save the Queen, are you sure it
ain't the banks? It's the profit of all nations that makes
the leaders wank From the Germans to the Russians and the
Great British too The people are the same, it's the
Government who…
…Fuck, rape and destroy our world they treat as a
toy The truth they abuse and hide with war, threats, system
and lies Thirty million will die while the royals and
Government hides So, the nation's wealth can survive but
the rest of us just fry
The man Hesletine sits and gloats at his
warheads Thatcher observes, "oh, there's a hundred thousand
more dead The missiles roar over, there's nothing they can
do But there's still a chance to stop it and that relies on
me and you Maggie sucks Andropov in her brothel of
power While Reagan gives speeches of bullshit to cover
The fact that its profit that brought the missile
fear Well ram them up your own arse, because we don't want
them here What are we going to be doing now it's 1984?
So much for the change, the re-arranging and politicians
declared dead So much for the troops forced out of Ireland,
the police abolished? I read that things had gone too far
and awareness had caused concern at the top But their
backbone must not crack, so their city will not stop
We need a whole new ploy to direct our motives and
anger Force what we see as right but the system holds our
banners We need that new ploy, direct our feelings and
anger Force what we know as right, make our feelings turn
into action
Meanwhile senile morans are shitting bricks because they
know the people have learnt Just who's who and who funds
what. It's time those bastards tables burned
But it has all been said in another time And if I have
sung it once then it is a thousand times That if we don't
do it now we are never gonna break Free from the
oppression that makes us hate Free from their law, their
hypocrisy From their war that turns our sunny day
grey To free all the animals locked in a cage Slowly
going mad with fits of rage
It's time to overcome 1984 Forget that fairytale, slam
shut the door It's time for reality, not false
hopes It's time to show them who's the joke It's time to
take, it's not too late So much for the changing,
re-arranging, everything else we said So much for their
scum forced out of Ireland they increased the pressure
instead If things have gone too far then action will prove
fatal to their props Yes that backbone might not crack, but
their city tears apart!
So Thatcher's slime escape again More of the shit they
make us take Still no end to their sick reign
See Raygun's army rule again Four more years to kill the
sane More of his napalm-neutron-hate
And meanwhile Russia sits and waits Prepares her perfect
time to take The seconds gone - annihilate!
There's a bomb gone off in Harrods yet another in
Belfast Well I say bollocks to the army, in fact - kiss my
arse That army aims for one thing, it inflicts misery and
pain Well for what you do to others you must expect the
same In Eastern countries people cry In Northern Ireland
people die America and England bank their lies
Throughout the whole world people cry Throughout the
whole world people die Worldwide leaders fuck our lives
Murder, you scream murder well that's the way I look at
things But is it right to gun down children because they
have got their own feelings These monsters that you title,
you madden until insane Well in my book you're the bastard
because to you it's just a game
Plunging deeper and deeper in a sea of degradation Still
looking for our answers to stop annihilation Thatcher's
barmy army who just shit upon the poor Kinnock's fucking
puppets for the people - fuck off The police, the marines,
all choose to side with them The SAS - their hitman to
break rebellion They all don't give two fucks for us, so
I've no time for them They can build their Berlin walls but
we will smash them down again
They tear our fucking earth in half Expect us to slave
for their behalf They're fucking living in the past
It was your bomb in Harrods and they're your bombs in
Belfast Because that's what you have created, it is no
fault of ours you arse These bastards that you're naming,
why not try the mirror mate? Because that bastards your
reflection, your oppression creates the hate
Mighty and superior we are the rulers you're the
ruled We say the grass is greener on the other side, but
you can't see that of course We represent the nation; it's
our people we put first We even bail out third world
countries It's our investment they deserve it Simply
forcing back the Russians with peace missiles built for
trust Screwing with the Yankees - law and order is our
must
Sick and fucking tired of their
collaborations Forwarding the clock to our
extermination We've got a one way ticket for a seat to
destruction It's their choice our must to rise with the
mushroom Hail to the mushroom - the total combustion The
realisation of annihilation Poseidon's answer, the trident
blunders Your choice our must to die, but you are wrong
Mighty and invincible as they boil the seas for
power Recruiting armies on the land to protect the state
that cowers From the Ruskies - from the dollar One's
investment one is our enemy These people why can't they
love? Human feelings don't that matter? Much rather they
would rule, building castles and tycoons Throwing a crust
out to the third world, sending rockets to the moon Making
missiles, tanks and bombs Nuclear power for our
homes Raising hell up from the mines To the last human
sacrifice… Well, if you think all's well and strong, there
is a movement that's uprising If you think we can take
that, you've got one hell of a shock coming You might just
have pushed too far - you are superior to nothing The
Ungovernable Force is gonna drag you out of hiding You
think you have got us beaten, but you make one slip and you'll
know it We are watching every move you make, as you are us!
But forget it For once we take an inch, you just watch us
take the mile Your servants have turned their backs on you,
now the world starts to smile!
Mighty and superior you are the rulers; we're the
ruled You said the grass was greener on the other side, but
we couldn't see past force You represent your people; it's
your own kind you put first You bail out third world
countries, your investment to preserve Forcing back the
Russians with peace missiles built for?
Some still show strength while others just show
anger Holding back our only chance for the sake of never
learning Just who and what is on our side, one thing that
ain't is time They're just waiting for their moment; can't
you see their guns are loaded? And pointing at our lives,
ours they will destroy Without even a second thought, do
you really think they care? They couldn't give a fuck, but
why should they fucking bother? When we accept the shit
they've shat, they think there's no chance of
attack Complacency creeps in, cracks form in the
foundations Systems start to seize up - power mongers flee
the nation All power's been abducted; its protectors have
abandoned The ship that sailed to no avail, the mutiny
destroyed the sail
Well if you think things change that easy, think those
bastards will ease up Dream they'll end our nuclear
nightmare, that they will give our world back to us You'd
better get an eyewash and wipe those illusions from your
eyes For you must be fucking joking, they won't give up
without a fight
If it's a fight they want… they've got it, but we had
better be prepared They're gonna come at us like hell for
leather, not one of us they'll spare They will destroy us
with their armies, smash the anarchist's brainless
skulls So why the fuck are you just sitting back saying,
'Oh that's just the way it goes'
Yes, that is the way it is going, but all paths can be
diverted Directions can be changed - and it's up to you to
lay the surface You're not alone so how about trying to get
up off your arse Preaching ways and making statements,
okay, that's fine But that won't change the
nation Piling on the pressure, with mass action as back
up Yes, let's take the fight to them! Why wait for them to
come to us? Let's pull together and give them the test that
will never be forgot
Mother Thatcher orders meeting with archangel
Heseltine Discuss a plan they've been preparing - 'The
dream to end all time' They pretend to shout, but whisper,
as they plot their makepiece feud Preaching, morality or
insanity, whichever one attracts the hordes Crushing
revelations, moving in on love and trust While slyly
cornering our freedom, making sure it doesn't burst Out to
the manipulated mass of darkness that has been conquered and
forgotten 'Fucked hard' and left for hopeless, like the
scum that passed before them The task of the almighty to
prove the unbeatable hand of right Encouraging the
challenge to attempt to slay their might These bastards
that force rule and quell all hopes and pleas for
peace Just can't wait to get their final chance to prove
supremacy
Fuck off you fuck your violent threats your attempts to
control the nation Fuck off you fucked up facist cunt,
understand the situation Back off you slimy worthless
prick, you ain't got a clue what you are facing Eat bricks
you het up bastard shits, scabs; you'll get what you are
creating Who the fuck do you think you're pushing, "stay in
place or get it" I would think again to save your skin,
because if you come too close you'll fucking regret it You
whine on all the hell you like, repeat your warnings of
plastic bullets The gas, the batons, the water cannon -the
more you oppress the more we will resist
Riots, there ain't been a riot, but one's knocking at your
door You have seen nothing yet but household pets but
you'll soon feel the lion's claws Proclaiming laws last
victory, of containing rebel shower When the time is right
you'll get the fight that will totally test your
power Inciting, provoking trouble that you know can easily
be beaten To maintain the image that we need you, so thus
re-confirm your position You might trick some you scheming
scum, but you'll never get our obedience You can batter,
beat us, even imprison us, yet still you will never ever never
defeat us
Belfast…Brixton…Toxteth…Tottenham…St
Paul's…Handsworth… Reclaim the streets, reclaim the towns,
reclaim the nation
What revolution? This revolution, we all wanted a peaceful
solution But this institution, that institution, smashed
all hope of getting through to them Confrontations,
escalating violations of the law Repercussions of the mass
destruction which in the end is sure To mean them pumping
out the bullets, their protection from the poor We will win
because we have to; we ain't got nothing to loose no
more And what they lose they undoubtedly will forfeit
forever "They've got the guns, but we've got the
numbers" And we give no apologies ever!
Laws are made to be obeyed and that's the way the system
stays The country stands with troops at hand who provide
protection for the state At school you're taught to play
the fool, the path is set, followed by all Employment
gained the nation's safe, it's all for one and none for
all
It's time we dismissed all their lies that keep us in
position Their demanding obligations Their deliberate
segregation Their world of degradation The mass
negotiations in their pointless pleas for sanctions Class
conditioning starts from very young If you are rich or you
are fortunate you get trained and treated better And if
you're not it's just tough shit The elite are brainwashed
into believing that they are respected and highly
valued Rewarded with a higher salary bribed with that extra
special interest Destined to end up playing an important
state role, or even protect and serve authority itself
Laws are made to be obeyed and that's the way the system
stays The country stands with troops at hand who provide
protection for the state Schools are used to preach the
rule; the path is wrecked, destroyed for all Employment
gained? The country's safe? Now one for all, and all for
everyone
A quiet sunny day, the scene is suburban Not much going
off, in fact it's a boring one Ready and waiting in Bristol
fashion For my radio to bleep and I will jump into
action PC Caring's off duty for a while A right prat he
is, always helpful and a smile Nineteen, well hard, DM's
and truncheon Headcase 'ere and I've got some lunch
'Headcase' fuck me there goes me radio It must be a riot
if they're calling for backup I'm at the scene Sarge,
what's going down? There's a darkie in defiance, get that
nigger off me, kill 'im Don't do it in the open, kick his
teeth in later I thought I'd taught you police
operations Take him away out the eyes of the media Then
kill the bastard kill 'im Make sure you don't bruise
him Oh, doesn't matter you won't see the bruises
anyway He's in the van, pile in everyone, c'mon,
c'mon That's it lads Ha, ha, ha, I love it, let me have
him Let me kill him, yeah, nice one lads Now if you
wanna get overtime, you better take my advice Promotion or
demotion? Just never step out of line You want to make
sure? Sure we can discuss a price But keep it shut, keep
the image nice We nick the unemployed, for they are just
lazy Scrounging off us taxpayers, it must be crazy Join
the force and give a helping hand Because the rules of the
force are the laws of the land
(Police Policy)
The CND are communists, we're sick of petty
pacifists, Greenham dykes, Trotskyites, Greenpeace and the
rest of it Rioters, muggers, looters, shooters, niggers are
the cause of it Repatriation for the nation, the simple way
to deal with shit Rastas, punks, mods and hippies,
students, queers and dirty pakis Demanding more than
nothing less, but never want to work for it Miners,
printers, paddies, pickets, givin' it all the demo
bit We'll smash them back with our attack, because we're
the guys to deal with it
You're here to serve? Protect the nation? Stop all the
foreigners' illegal immigration You help old ladies across
the road Even if she has got a face like a toad You
re-assure, protect the rich from the poor To hell with
muggings, rapists and the whores Maintain law and order,
keep the public at large The police is your profession…
that's right, eh Sarge?
If you take part in direct action or the police don't like
the look of you; you are likely to get arrested Here's some
things to and not to do You don't have to say anything,
nothing, but it is advisable (but still your choice) to give
your name, address and date of birth, and then say nothing
else If you don't give them this you'll find they will only
hold you for longer While they establish your identity, but
if you have been previously convicted Then don't give your
date of birth, for you are on their computers in birth
order Then you are not obliged to answer any further
questions at all Most people that are caught are sussed out
by their own evidence The police are cunning but thick,
don't hand it to them on a plate You don't have to give
your fingerprints, make them apply for a warrant This
sometimes is refused - especially if the evidence is
flimsy Never let them take your photograph this is only
compulsory after You have received a prison sentence, so
don't let them tell you different You can demand suitable
food; you might not get it "keep on asking" You are
entitled to make phone calls but the bastards won't let
you Remember the arresting officer's number, or any scum
that treat you badly Make a legal complaint afterwards.
Look bored - but stay polite When they question say "no
comment", don't admit to any weakness They are bastards
trained by bastards To protect, detect, and prevent, us and
our like from questioning Let alone, threaten the power
that they cherish Whatever you go through in a police cell
is nothing compared to the suffering inflicted by
Governments The state destroys, tortures and murders, we
must stop them, using force if necessary Remember that and
good luck
So what if we manage to stop cruise cruising in, will it
make any fucking difference? To the inevitable countdown to
world war three, the power monger's decision Will it be our
lifelong stance, or our only chance, to prevent our world's
destruction? Will it be?
You fucked old Yankee crony git You screwed up bastard
commie shit You evil hag with blood stained hands Fuck
you, fucking hang…
Fuck it, I just can't see any point in singing yet another
wanky war song… the accepted target… can't see no point in
mouthing off about atomic power… they know the risk involved,
but still freely fuck with our lives… you know what they're
doing yet still you let them… you think it will never happen…
push it to the corner of them mind and forget it… for it's so
much more comforting to 'relax' and don't do it…
Alternative to this, the masses join the CND And fly
it's helpless protest banner on demos Listen to the whining
wanky labour party And wait for them to annihilate the
fucking lot of us Pathetic! You fucking bunch of
jokers When you hear the four-minute warning "It's too
fucking late " See your family and friends perish - the
eyes melting - the skin shrivelling - blood boiling - bomb,
death, listen, now
There's one minute left in the game to play Since that
day in forty-five we have never had a say Was it a solution
to combat the right? Or just to stay ahead and never done
fight Thatcher's plaything in the name Manhattan Another
Hiroshima for her to flatten The protest signs they are
spread across the earth
Up rose a movement titled C.R.A.S.S. Who spoke of
anarchy and freedom putting power to the test? A caring
group of people who worked outside the system Aiming for
liberty and peace using passive resistance They took on a
larger battle challenging all the rights and wrongs The
state, sexism, war, religion. Love and hope spread from their
songs Punk is dead - now refuse to be led Fight wars -
not wars - oppose all power they said They questioned
institutions, reputations, the class systems Destroying
power not people, but also rejecting revolution They never
set out to profit from another The music took a backseat so
the message got louder Unity, respect don't contaminate our
earth Is what was screamed at leaders in asylum, morals,
values, what's it worth? Those who couldn't take it tried
to stop them with violence They refused to play their game,
and watched the political minds subsidence Attempts failed
feebly to create divisions in the movement For it was real,
unmarketable, not the bullshit we were used to
Yes we still have their fucked system, regulations, laws
and threats Whose fault is that? Not theirs! They're still
doing their bit, are you? People don't climb on the
pedestal; they are pushed there Questions developing
leadership When you know what's being said is right, why do
you need proof? For fuck sake- why can't you understand
what they are saying? The shit we get, the shit we get
There must be a better way; there must be another
way There must be a clever way (but don't give the game
away)
There must be another way; there must be a better
way There must be a quicker way
Twenty-one, good looking from New York Custom built to
make big business talk (it makes the women talk) Next new
product from their factory of life (lies) the shooting of a
star that could never, not ever, survive Custom rock it
sounds like a sex aid, just as cheap and twice as nasty A
carefully planned deception, another cash in on
reality Rebellion from the NME, costs 50p, the positive
direction NMA build bombs for EMI and support apartheid's
foundations "To spread the message further" and get across
to a wider spectrum That we need no nukes or fascists, we
should unite and then take "vengeance" Well I'm sorry, as
we can't take seriously your whining groans of hope You
made your world now live in it; to us you're standing joke
Do I stand alone again in my endless search for
freedom? Challenging their might, defeated? Falling
helplessly away Crawling from the wreckage, their destiny
is my future? I feel the coldness as I step out into their
darkness So I stand alone the same in my hopeless chase for
freedom Clawing, I call, I call out, but again, I'm never
answered You stand there in your lonely world, in your
careless search for freedom While we struggle on, you turn
hopelessly away Destroyed and recreated, our destiny is the
future Now I feel the warmth, as the eclipse is forced
away
Now they're being led astray again, forgetting the battle
we are facing It's showtime, but you're supporting the
foundations we are kicking "Watch me I can play at 90,000
notes an hour Know me for my power chords, not supporting
of state power I can play so fucking fast, if you don't
move I'll kick your arse We're so fuckin' tight we squeak,
in fact my band are quite unique"
"That heavy metal driving sound, that's a real
challenge Three quid to stare at some thick arse, don't
complain you're broke Tough shit, you're not fooling us,
the joke's on you Follow and they'll lead you, right up the
garden path"
"You can't handle I'm the best, the tunes, the power, fuck
the rest! The hordes they flock in cool as ice, don't
question me, I'm always right Call that a fucking solo,
I'll do better with ten pints in me Listen to my voice, I'm
really fucking angry"
"Seen my bird, my Satan tattoos I'm here to get fucked
right out my nut I'm jacking up, then falling down, but the
lights, the dry ice, the stage act Have you ever thought of
directing energy towards action? "Action, I'd sooner fuck
my motorbike" You pile of sexist, drugged up macho shit;
you're a hindrance not a help So go on bang your head
harder, we hope it drops right off
Understand this, you might not agree with what they say,
do, or stand for You may just like the music and if that's
all that concerns you fair enough But don't ride along on
the back of change, to play to all us caring, staring
people Forget it, we won't be fooled again If a tune
becomes so fucking important, if all that's talked about is
notes, chords and bands, when a records becomes rebellion - an
alternative to action An excuse for doing nothing you helps
them… to oppress us
In the start, all that seemed feasible was to question the
house that state built, its policies, and its governing force.
Joined by others in unison rejecting state oppression and the
way they abuse our earth and its inhabitants, a movement
developed, anti-political and with no leaders, systems or
rules. Using humane feelings to effect change instead of safe
party manifestos - they label us anarchists. They brushed
aside our pleas for peace and continued manufacturing their
sick insane empire, we increased the pressure on them,
demonstrated and screamed at its foundations. We only want
what is rightfully ours, but they won't give it up. We asked
for change and peace, they declared war. They sank Greenpeace,
smashed events and demos, reclaimed Stonehenge, our scrap of
freedom, started killing the community, imprisoned all who
questioned, and announced the police state. The time had
come to stop screaming at their foundations and start kicking
them: - from protest to resistance. "One way or another we
will drive our vital message home, that is we won't let you
destroy our world, we have the strength, will organise,
and…"
Still the warning same fucked weary Government hell bent on
war Wondering where the reinforcements for the next attack
are coming from Afar they are led like cattle to be
scapegoats to the scheme While the lady laps up double
cream, Mr. Newman plans and dreams First, that means
deception lets be clever "we can fool the poor" Secondly,
attempts are made to cover up mistakes they make When all
else fails the boot boys, jump, get kitted out in blue The
rest is left to the imagination, you get the point, or it will
get you Some people said "no more of this". Planned
carefully their resistance Made plans whilst staying
underground then up to overthrow the system Moves worked
well and feeling spread that "victories" were made They
raised their mighty fist again, and… Clamped down hard on
passive resistance Slammed shut the door to freedom, no
entry given Built bombs, tanks, threw shit at our
reality Destroyed peace, made war, then called it sanity,
no!
Punk played it's own important role in the fight against
oppression Aired awareness, new opinions, destroyed
formerly accepted obsessions Right out the window went
stale traditions, false morals blinded hope Respect for
authority joined them; we made them a standing joke We
said, "fuck off" smarmy popstar shits portraying images of a
perfect world Smearing a happy, clean face on reality,
"it's the Queens Jubilee…" go to hell Refusing to be
puppets with the promise of a future, there is no future So
never mind the bollocks, because anarchy in the UK suits
us The public screamed in outcry, demanded immediate
termination The "scum of the earth" has raised its voice
"How could they do this to our nation?" The media tried to
destroy us, stop the 'poor mans' rock invasion The exposure
only helped us reveal their hopeless situation
Gaining in momentum and numbers, we needed spokesmen
And that came from four people from the real world, just
like the rest of us We now had a voice, an alternative, our
message getting louder Nothing now could stop us rising up
to meet their fast advancing challenge But when the
challenge came, they crumbled, as the four proved easy
prey For the states clever weapon money proved too tempting
once again Big bastard business cheque books opened up and
then swallowed Those leeches sucked hard slyly, and we
couldn't believe the scenes that followed
Punk shops - " roll up! Buy your rebellion
here!" Badges, posters, bondage, books, colouring for your
hair Like sheep they flocked to buy punk rock, a part of
the new threat! The country laughed and screamed "punk
flop"; it now seemed punk was dead!
They toured the lands to Disneyland We stood and could only
watch And ripped the state apart As they took everything we
stood for Destroyed the music status quo And made a mockery
of it And created a new start The four feeding finance
straight back Their jet set pads, the sunny land Into the
system they supposedly despised The songs of train robbings
What was once the black flag of anarchy It's just all more
money in the bank Was now the colours of the Union Jack So
come on boys and girls and sing
The movement, punk rock, who cares? We are just another
band; they were just another band Direct action is what
achieves change, not miming to words, how much longer must we
sing the same old song? Crawling from the mess that they'd
left standing as our future We realised we needed 'no one'
to mouth off our message for us Told big business to take a
running jump, went back underground where we started The
tribe then split, as some stayed behind to mourn
So Listen crowd of people and listen wisely, it's I, daddy
Kerry, telling everybody So what we gonna do about this mad
lady? Everybody knows she's gonna mash up the country
We must be patient in our struggle for freedom The state
shall make it's own mistake, don't feed them
ammunition Time is not running out, time be with us on our
side Maintain the resistance; see the end of apartheid
We're living in a Government style. No time for no fuss and
fight, everybody must unite. We must abolish apartheid
Brothers and sisters fear no more! Rise up and face this
evil oppression Sigh and cry no more, for one day, that
fine day The huge cloud that overshadows all. Shall lift,
rise high, all say - forward
Don't shake the hands of the firing squad. There are no
tokens here Remember those burning eyes, them hungry
bellies. No cure can exist in promises Medicine cures all,
but when cancer spreads, there can be no cure
Meanwhile brothers crawl on the deathpile to die. The
result of western world economics Meanwhile the bullet rips
the flesh of the young mother. The flies feast on the eyes of
the young child
Meanwhile - hey cool guy McDonalds man, eating the flesh of
the fellow man Wise up, sucking up to the good life. The
Coca-Cola formula continues to run red Rising high on the
graph of oppression
Public outcry exists worldwide. Headstones still
commemorate the many who have died Coffins laid to earth.
Resistance dead. Rowntree Mackintosh machine guns rise
instead
Crucify jah children; suffer once again they shall In
honour, they retaliate. Stones against tanks, inevitably the
innocent die
The bodies laying deep are your responsibility How can
sister from outside nation march in disgust at apartheid,
whilst using dictator bankbook? Finance fuels all and in
retrospect, it offers nothing more than misery
Political leaders stand off, offering the false hand of
opinion poll support Political factions offer nothing more
than violence Ignorance breeds arrogance, arrogance creates
violence. And that is their solution The abysmal result of
dictatorship. Their excuses for slavery The chain around
our necks. The guns in the street
Don't consider violence as an alternative until you've
picked up bits of your relatives in the street Until you've
felt the whip crack tear the skin. The gas burns the
eyes The baton on the skull. The torture in prison
Use sanctions and the grey cloud will disperse The
constitution known as apartheid and it's ilk will be destroyed
And our world shall exist
Brothers and sisters Such things cannot be bought and
sold Such things cannot be arranged by Governments Such
things cannot evolve overnight. These things take time
I listen to my radio; there's something I would really like
to know Do people care what's going on? Or rather hear
another love song?
Move to the rhythms and make the break Look and see the
police state There's guns undercover, a new law
bill Step out of line, the cells will fill Four walls, a
door, yourself to blame You saw your life as one big
game Don't get me wrong, got to have fun But realise
something's got to be done
She's so fine the radio girl Living it up to the outside
world Sunshine rock, Ibiza blitz Goodtime girl puts my
head in a whirl
How much longer can we go on living? Where the rich do
the taking, the poor do the giving? You sweat your guts
eight hours a day So, the rulers of the roost can tax your
pay Make more for themselves with your hard-earned
cash But you dance in a trance, acting flash Better wake
up sharp and think again The gun speaks louder than paper
and pens Might hear these words, might ignore Trying to
escape, don't know what for Tired of being pushed
around? Think about it as you get on down You're looking
smart, but what's the use? If you're living in twenty-four
hour abuse
Stamp to the rhythm, dance to the beat. Do your voting with
your feet That girl in white, yeah she's alright. Forget
it, she's with me tonight
Gotta pay the rent, but the money's been spent Can't
remember where the hell it went Bought some food, hustled
some booze Feeling desperate, gonna break the rules Got
caught hot handed, put inside Rebellion rocks, the night
has died
She's so fine, the radio girl Living it up to the
outside world Sunshine rock, Ibiza blitz Goodtime girl,
my heads in a whirl
Eight years of hard labour now seems suddenly to
fade Away we stand defeated, at home the police
invade Prosecutions hit an all time high, A.L.F. friends
locked inside Our own they turn against us. Well you've got
what you want, now shut you mouth
Fuck you, fucking fuck off, can't you see what you're
destroying? They sit back fucking creasing up as we
squabble assisting all of them You are what you think and
that's nothing, can't you see what we say is you? Scurrying
around like angry ants, banging our heads on the same wall
Stop; don't think that we are very close to getting there -
where? They give us tiny victories to keep us all
content To trick us into false achievement, the realisation
difference Look, everything we gain is what they let us
have Abort the system all you like, but the board game's
titled 'power' And who's got the board game in hand
The story continues, big business thrives The world is
endangered every day of our lives They build their arsenals
of armies, tanks and guns Do you still consider life as
simply being all fun? Next time you see protest, ask
yourself why? People shout and scream, they want peace more
than a dream We simply want to live in the way we
choose One day there will be no rulers of the roost
So you stand back with your ideals, your rightful personal
opinions Taking what you want from me but don't say I
haven't given I won't be stuck on the Christmas tree; I
won't dictate what you should be Now I just dream of being
free And tears fill my eyes when I think of what it could
have been Keep at the battle although support may
die Watch every move they make, but always ask why
I'm now glad I stand your outcast; I know we saw it through
the past And any move we made wasn't judged by good
results But by the stereotypes who made us their new
cult We stepped across the lines the music biz neatly
drew We heard the screams of "sell out shit" But didn't
have a clue Some sell their arse to the BBC; I'm so proud
they don't want me While they have their fantasies, their
technicolour dreams Remember that reality always breaks
through, proving life's just what it seems There's still
the Government's police force, complete with boots and
gloves That puts a whole new meaning on the precious word
love The boot still goes in in Ireland, treading on the
hands Still misery and poverty, throughout the pleasant
land Still the threat hangs above our heads known by many
names That's now nice and neatly packaged into harmless TV
games
So we'll continue fighting
Yes that's right, we destroyed our own following Smashed
the legs from the pedestal, amongst howling and
hollowing Rose a movement standing so strong against all
wrongs It's a world where little changes but the importance
of songs Has never been so great did it come too
late? Some set out to destroy us perhaps they like the
state Twelve years of Tory conditioning, police and state
privilege Finally proved too much for those now broken and
fucked But out of it came one important achievement,
self-respect, dignity, the acknowledgement of trying There
is no independence, and that's how it's going to stay Not
many understand madness, no one understood
Conflict Conflict is to clash, a battle
The house that man built stills stands strong The Centro
Iberico's now defunct A nation of animal lovers
coincide With the stupid bastards who help EMI Turning
rebellion into money Its time to see who's who But the
serenade is dead We increased the pressure from protest to
resistance to the ungovernable force The final conflict.
Our war of words
And after the raging, comes a tranquil day So close to
my eyes, there's nothing anyone can say Is there any reason
just why I keep on believing? In the thought in here, in
the pain in feeling Am I supposed to be feeling like
this? Should I be feeling this loneliness? As days go by
I'm despairing, the whole bloody thing keeps on turning But
there's something good to come for I haven't heard the
close Or the footsteps die away And from the confusion
comes a yearning, to let me rest, to let me feel any kind of
loving
How can we achieve anarchy if we don't know what it
means? Do we even want anarchy that illusionistic
dream? They say they see no reason for discontent In
this period of free enterprise, is evolution spent? Say
their progress is insallable, presented
indisguised Decisions made for all is their
responsibility? They forecast better ways to better days;
onwards they seek progress no matter what it takes
From left to right to all the prats in the middle From
the judge to the preacher to the sinners and the
cynical From the Godley to the gullible to the vicious and
viable The globe turns slowly while the governed and
ungovernable Slay it out in the never ending search for
righteousness, immaculate success Their space to possess
seems to be what makes their clock tick, but to us it fucking
stinks When met with resistance, they stamp on it until it
breaks Their society remains secret and although we know
their name We are the pawns on the world's chessboard in
one big multi-national game There's still no end in sight
but still we know we're right We must somehow struggle on
up while they go racing to the top Then Whitehouse "V" the
squat, a challenge I think not Resist every move they make
by fulfilling our own hearts Not by backing off and
dropping out, get in there for a start If you're looking
for some proof of this how much more proof do you need When
constantly and hopelessly we fail and they succeed
There's no compassion in here My fingers keep curling
into fists these days No one smiles on the streets these
days And there's no compassion Hit the wall a substitute
for a face You can look but you can't touch You can see
but you can't have Keep crawling to the end of the
week And there's no compassion
Breath heavy to pretend it's fun Raise the cover to
protect your pride Ignore the failure that you see in the
glass Paint the flesh to hide the scar And there's no
compassion
A million people died in the middle of your breakfast A
million people died in the middle of your favorite love
song A million people died in the middle of your racist
joke A million people died in the middle of your favorite
TV programme A million people died in the middle of your
lovemaking A million people died in the middle of your pop
stars interview A million people died in the middle of your
video game A million people died in the middle of your
sexist A million people died in the middle of your mass
debating A million people died in the middle of your
politicians lying A million people died in the middle of
your silence A million people died in the middle of your
stocks and shares A million people died in the middle of
your royal variety performance A million people died in the
middle of your debutante's ball A million people died in
the middle of your day out at Ascot A million people died
in the middle of a Conflict gig!
Separation is complete. A mind to domesticate, condition,
compete Clinical birth control, the sterlised
setting Syringed into being, life is just beginning Mask
of the surgeon, eyes of the blind, rubber band caressing,
welcome to mankind The brain perceives the fear, tender
beats the heart Slapped into life programming
starts Wanted and needed Wanted from birth to fit in the
jigsaw puzzle Trained don't strain against the
muzzle Force-fed, prostituted, brainwashed that's called
learning Blindfolded, prejudiced, an outcome
predetermined Needed to die and not question why Follow
in ignorance, a comfortable prison Kept in the dark so they
can be free. Spit in the eyes so you will never see
The kid aims the cap gun, points it at my cranium I am
supposed to put my hands up, but I don't want to die that
way Mentally or physically, para-psychologically, whose
responsibility?
Is it to feed their profiteering tolerated as long as your
mind is fearing? Right where they want you beaten back into
submission Right where they want you in a missionary
position Needed to promote their glory of possession To
accept and be grateful yet ask no questions To believe in
love and their guiding hand To obey in humility and never
understand
I was feeling alright, yeah just me and the night; I was
walking through a white tiled subway I heard the sound of
voices around the corner shouting The sound of broken
glass, no one was there I looked at my reflection in the
puddles in the street It looked so messed up I just kept
moving my feet To the beat and rhythm of my heart, not much
I know but I see it as a start Because I'm counting the
heads to see how many are left, the fingers of one hand
stretching And this feeling of apathy keeps coming quite
suddenly - well if something's gonna come, when's it
coming?
While you're jumping on the spot, all the freshness starts
to rot And another inspiration fades away. And still you
sell your dignity Still you sell your dignity time after
time And I wonder where lies your pride, does it wait in
there inside? Is it waiting for the moment when you let
your heart speak? Is it waiting for the moment when you act
out your own beliefs? Is it waiting for the moment when you
drop your false act? Is it waiting for the moment when you
face the facts? That you're pumping your life for someone
else's ideas That you're living your life under someone
else's fear That it's time to shift your vision, time to
move your head Get up out of submission. I'm counting
heads, how many are left?
The fingers of one hand keep stretching. The fingers of
both hands keep stretching And all I see is "Rock 'n'
Roll". All I hear is "Rock 'n' Roll"
I turn the pages of the book, and force my weary eyes to
look At the product of our modern world, at the product of
our civilised world And a child's face looks out at me,
questioning why does this have to be? And I can't find any
answer, not that dead ears can hear - do I make myself
clear? It's been said that we must progress for humanity,
but looking at the truth of that mockery I wonder if our
minds have progressed anywhere, and I wonder if there's any
humanity there The sightless eyes looking at me,
questioning why does this have to be And I can't find any
answers not that dead ears can hear - do I make myself clear?
If you're an activist not while getting pissed, if you're
gonna do something make sure you don't miss That's a
dangerous game to play what use are you if you're banged
up? You can't beat them on the streets, so duck and dive a
little, hide the fiddles Play them at their own game, stay
with them all the way Know what and why they are doing
things and create alternatives Police are still snooping,
awaiting the big nick Like fishermen baiting the fish,
tempting us to take the risk
This time, this time they've made the impossible. The new
aids infection from EMI the treatment to replace the old
spermicide
The balding man sits compiling his next move That
mortgage hangs around his neck, now feeling like a
noose The new gas bill, oh God, how bad he feels Those
kids he can't reject, his emotional success
He's a man of set opinion; the weight of the world sits in
his hands He just cannot seem to reason so he will never
understand They just won't listen to hardly anything he
says They simply smile politely, then with one accord turn
away
A son stands at the pond observing the creation that is
nature Mother prepares dinner, roasting bacon taints the
air Dog sits as master barks, then leaps lovingly into the
car He waves and smiles emotionally, his assurance that
they will go far The stakes rise as each owner unfolds
plans, men tempt and bait each other, money exchanges
hands Animal love now snarling hatred, muzzle unlocked hair
raised He smirks from behind the wooden fence and shouts
his destitute his praise
Teeth tear, blood splashes the face of a young child
playing She cries out in disapproval but daddy's now immune
to what she is saying Driven mad and into frenzy, limbs
torn, skin is shorn Like sex perverts at their peep show,
this is the ultimate in porn
Eyes glare. Beast and master. Animals both, crazed and
weary There can only be one real winner here; the results
are now seen clearly Teeth marks bare where fur once
protected, flesh hangs dangling in shreds Their faces
grimace rejected strips of meat exposed,
selected Bloodstains and saliva splatter the fuel of
precious life Master and servant segregate the ritual
sacrifice
The sacrifice of innocents who obeyed the spoken
law Tired beyond indurance but the spectators cry for
more Death before dishonor a demand that is so
obscene The men they appraise each other to keep their
conscience clean Laughter hides the guilt they feel at
every savage blow Someone whispers "cruelty" but they don't
want to know The balding man stands silent as slave fights
for life He thinks of all the good things that he has
promised to his wife
She caught a glimpse of God through the windscreen of his
car She tried to rationalise her looks but time don't heal
the scars Some vague association she feels with the loser
of the stake She stares into those sightless eyes, what use
for heaven sake? The TV flickers images of the ideals she
once knew The fresh young girls displaying soap to keep us
clean and new She shrugs and folds her arms as he
constructs the wooden box To hold his faded hope that took
the heaviest of knocks
Like pissing in the ocean, their options disappear As
they think about the overheads, they know the taste of
fear Kids to feed and clothing they must show how much they
care But how to tell the birthday gift is lying dead out
there
What should have paid for birthday cards went on the prime
cut beef Now celebrations of their birth make way for tears
of grief Did only what they thought was best to give some
sense of pride To give the kids a place in life and now the
dream has died And how to show his love for her, now she
repels his touch His remaining sense of manhood kicked away
just like a crutch He promised what he couldn't give, the
masters ruling word Urged the beast to glory, but the
servant never heard
The ritual advances have been made, now flesh is bared as
though it is a solution to the fear and confusion Dancing
in chessboard rigidity, to meet the requirements of ancient
codes and traditions, the never altered positions A
fleeting sense of security, from being held tightly, until the
camouflage drops and the tenderness stops
The well-rehearsed statements have been made, now it's red
lights all the way In deathly silence, a hint of sniggering
violence Reinforcing the roles, in a doomed
situation Protector and protected, rejecter and
rejected And there on a video, a simulated sex show To
keep us smiling through, to tell us what to do
And when a body falls back in surrender with both
eyes Blood on your fingers and a broken prize By
averting your eyes it isn't seen By turning your head, you
keep it clean
And proud of your achievement, success is yours As you
slip into a position and a thousand hands applaud Passion
stops as a record drops it says - "Love has come at
last" And you wipe away your splattered pride because it
came too fast So there's the pleasure, but where's the
dignity? Is it in your performance with your smile of
insincerity? The coming retaliation is a deadly
situation When the feelings mutual, assured
destruction…
Roll up, roll up, for I'll take your cash Anarchy is the
line. Buy your anarchy t-shirts at only thirty-six pounds
fifty a time! I've got anarchy badges - black on red - roll
up and make your choice Or buy your nazi armband, last
year's fashion, this year's price Long sleeve sweatshirts
are a popular line I've got the "Crass" Broken Gun. Don't
know what it means, but it suits you fine I've got a lovely
line in anarchist ties, some "Conflict" patches if you
like And some "Bash the Rich" matches. (Set light to those
lovely cars! Ha ha) I've got anarchist with an A on, aprons
for the anarchy cook Anarchist tea towels, anarchist mugs -
come on take a look I've got anarchist pendants and
anarchist flags Gift wrapped for your anarchist mates I
have anarchy key rings, and a lovely sign made of
chrome The purchase of my products brings anarchy to your
home Anarchy lights - anarchy pens - anarchy panties -
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A few words spoken quietly mean so much when said just
right Those words can also break a heart when two begin to
fight A love so strong is now nothing; his life begins to
fall apart She loves him so dearly but her mind is
demanding a new start
He tries to be understanding about the life she is now
requiring She wants her independence, wants herself to be
deciding For her future that in reflection can't be a
glossy picture The family ties, emotions rise, he ends his
love resistance
Hopelessly he strives on, making advances to the
world Trying hard to forget what once stood as one, and
what shall remain untold
He drifts away, life's in a daze, the mental pain he can't
erase She meant so very much to him, his life, his world,
his everything He questions what remains in life, whether
or not it's worth living It seems she was always taking and
he was forever giving
Alone he sits in his quiet room wondering where it all went
wrong Looking for the pieces to the puzzle, remembering all
her favorite songs
The nightclub scene she now enjoys seems to be so
mistimed To him, he has already been there; he has used all
the chat up lines Laying in his bed awake, staring at the
clock Feeling lonely, lost and ill, and praying all this
will stop
The boys cluster around his na?e love as they move in for
the thrill He cries himself to sleep, concerned that
maniacs will kill For less than she would ever give, he
must try to forget The years they spent when love was
strong that finally made him write this song
So if you ever think that life is just not worth
living If you doubt that you have anything left at all,
worthy of truly giving When life's not making any sense and
you're filled with anger and resent Remember love can
conquer all, it is the start of state hates final fall
If people laugh because their mind is drifting, they're
acting out the part Of not holding any feelings or having
any heart Just smile in their face and then walk away for
they will realise one day As life moves on and they grow
old they will realise they have been living the way they're
told
That their life has been a sacrifice to Government's
systematic lies That true friendship is inseparable and
emotions if used responsibly Will light the spark for all
to see the start of our mass unity Human natures winning
answer, a true reflection of what is you and me
The cord is cut no need for separation, successful
elimination Extermination of degradation? Essential heart
feed stopping
She strives on alone, and makes the best of no one Set
fast, clamped, fucked, thinking nothing of tossing away a life
like fucked spunk in a condom Times hard, life's short,
so
He the ultimate obstinate mind, moralistic attitude, the
eyes of the blind Humane reasoning, it's life, it's alive.
A tiny heart beat
Here sits I, while on the subject of life Impossible to
conceive, no matter how hard I try To bring my joy to the
world, be it boy or a girl Times hard, life's short, so
cut. The cord is cut My life is smeared all over with
tears; ones I know will last for years My decision so hard,
you think I made with ease But no loving words of comfort,
will ever my guilt appease No loving words of comfort.
Whenever the guilt
Time and time again we hear the same old
rumours Conflict doing this, Conflict doing that Have
you heard the one about Conflicts pacifism? The message is
swing on a baseball bat Have you heard the one about the
anarchist bust fund? Really it goes to Conflicts beer
fund Buys Hoddy's smack, Colin meat pies Did you know
Mortarhate's really EMI? Time and time again we hear the
same old rumours Conflict doing this, conflict doing
that I saw, I heard, guess what they done? Got the
punters to riot down in Brixton They say they will bring
the nation to its knees But where were they when it went
off in Leeds? Is it true Colin bought his girlfriend a
horse? Owns a block of flats? Does a science
course? Heard about how they rip off bands? A fiver
expenses for touring the land Said the money was going to
ALF Gave a carrot to the animals and pocketed the
rest Eight hundred gigs in just eight years Said it
caused hard work, blood and tears They say our movement is
been destroyed It's just another Conflict ploy! Time and
time again we hear the same old rumours Conflict doing
this, conflict doing that "The King's of Punk", are they so
sincere? Their chauvinist stance makes the answer
clear We are in it for the drugs, birds and booze There
ain't a dirty trick we wouldn't use
We'll drop it, forget it, because you got it fucking
wrong
And while I'm about it, should I sing it? Should I shout
it? Standing on the world's stage, the emotion the
outrage A target in the firing line for a slagging of a new
age And just as we attempted to spark a little
hope Trigger fingers started wagging, "you're just a fading
joke" You never wanted leaders, but you treated us as
such And then when we said "no more of this", who kicked
away your crutch? You accused us of hypocrisy and ripping
people off Who co-arranged Stop the City? Who told it was
not enough? Who's been nicked for animal raids, hunt
sabbing, speaking out (so what)? Oh yeah while I'm about
it, should I scream or should I shout it? All criticisms
that you made, the song remains the same The gathering down
in Brixton, who was it who took the blame? Blamed for
causing riots, blamed for causing violence Blamed by you
for being born, then blamed for being silent
Let's have the facts, not another distorted version of the
truth Let's start pushing for what we stand here for and
show them we ain't through Through thick and thin hit back
again, we ain't out for the count Waves of attack will
drive them back; it's time to rise up overground But some
cunt's stuck the boot in hard and found our Achilles
heel Stating stupid fucking bollocks with not a clue how
people feel Fuck right off and build your pathetic little
empires, as we strive on And so what if we don't change a
thing? We will have a fucking good try. Mobilise, fight,
against all odds
Broken dreams and promises mount as the poll axe thrusts
her knife Poverty hits an all time low as the western world
shows its respect for life
And so the power mongers and politicians negotiate arms
reductions, self righteous street politicals stamp around
selling their self important political dribble. The football
mobs riot, the pubs and clubs are packed, the workforce is
their only unison. Much more can be accomplished, but fuck off
lefty drips and shove your banners of socialist equality where
you shit. You're just the same scum as the rest of them, and
they ain't worth the breath. Leading the way you talk and talk
and protest, but nothing changes
Forward into battle - "The Final Conflict" you
choose! Prepare, get it together, sure we're fighting, but
our neck's still in their noose Come in out the cold,
ghetto rock changes nothing, it's been going on for
years Fuck dropping out, because we're dropping in - but
hold on what's this? Rock against the rich Rocking against
this and yes, we are rocking against that All we ever seem
to do is rock, so I'll tell you where it's at! The only
rock that excites me is the one that leads the hand That
crashes through state windows and shows them exactly where
they stand That batters against the riot shield, a fine
expression of how we feel.
I'm an SAS hit squad assassin. Protector of the
state Protecting those in power from the terrorist cowards.
Elimination's the game Fulfilling Government aims and
regulations. Our political war against you We are the enemy
that's plain to see; we're watching you're every move
Self disciplined? Who dares shall win? Terrifying? Or am
I…?
The man next door? Your brother in law? Who's away working
on the oilrigs? The long distance lorry driver from on the
corner? No one seems to know who he is I could be the meter
reader, or the temporary postman. Pushing greetings through
the family door? That's for us to know and you to guess,
but make no mistakes, this is war
Self disciplined? Killing machine? But that's not the same?
That's what you think? Well here's a message to you, you
are wrong
Can't you see you head strong super gobshite git? That as
your bullets rip a mother's heart? Each time you kill or
maim again and again, your actions ignite a spark? The
flames then burn so fiercely, fuelled by anger from those who
have nothing left!
Contradictions - superstitions - old traditions, in
Northern Ireland your Government's guilty of theft
The poll tax hangs above our heads, as Thatcher wields the
axe The budget, well that pleased us, our shares increased
and less tax The nurses, fight for better pay ILEA closing
down Alton hits out with his bill, the yuppies invade
town The AIDS creation raised its head, their latest weapon
to date USA battles it out in the Gulf to show only they
shall reign The IRA bomb a military base some injured,
someone dead Superpowers discuss Atomic bombs, reductions
seem in sight Thousands join the new clause and march for
Lesbian and Gay rights The TUC, they delegate, another
disaster strikes P & O put their foot down, airport
chaos screws the break Sunshine radiation homes in; down
pours more acid rain
See it ain't no pretty picture as we see our world
destroyed Multi-corporation graphs rise up to keep us all
employed
The Government say they're succeeding with their democratic
state They say that we all stand as equals That they
genuinely trying, but the bastards are lying Spewing out
their bullshit, simply talking out their arse The
opposition prove yet again that they're just a jumped up
farce Full of socialist Marxist bollocks that just don't
make any sense Barking totally up the wrong tree on the
wrong side of the fence
The only change you will see from them is the silver handed
back As you buy their militant paper full of promise and
attack A more apt title would be "servant" for their
lapdogs just the same As the racist shitrag bulldog,
politricks the game
Support this, support that you don't know where support is
at It ain't dishing out little leaflets, wearing badges,
looking right They march here, march there, showing all how
much they care Lining someone else's pockets as the bucket
comes around again
If you don't vote, then don't complain - oh fuck off!
Don't you realise what you're saying? You're supporting
every move they make Holding the parliamentary system up,
they rise, the powerful elite There is no independence in
party politics They police the street, they dictate the
beat Her Majesty's institutions make sure the aware
retreat Oh yes, it's a sad sickening picture of human
nature going wrong Plummeting down the depths of
degradation, the end, the result of your votes. We stand
Alone….. Stop
Start- by organising, putting small pieces together Soon
the bits will fit in place the start of our new
picture Push forward for what you believe in and on
achievement dig in hard Don't let them try and break you,
without you they fall apart Civil rights and natural force
will conquer, all and it's right on course They can only
offer chaos when the least we have got is love We're
talking one long tough struggle with many set backs along the
path To freedoms now ahead of us our world will exist at
last
Remember, against all odds
We offer you democracy and progress. If you have the
capital, we can offer you interest There is no poverty,
this is our reality. We will protect you but only if you
invest The AIDS crisis comes to those who sin, You
question the Gulf situation but the right shall
win Subversive groups are minorities. Will they ever learn
and see? That we're superpowers, we will always
sin Support has grown for the mutant sexual acts. Allow us
please to give you some hard facts We shall not stand for
deviancy; it's not the way God meant us to be Normal people
we must push them back
Nothing to say? Then shut your face Do you get the
picture? Don't like what you see? Look the other way, do
you get the picture? I'm sick of hearing complaining when
nobody's creating You want something better? Then you've
got to make an effort, because nobody else cares less Want
some respect? Look to yourself Do you get the picture?
Don't like who you are? Then change I'm tired of hearing
escapism excuses, try putting yourself to better
usage You've got to be top class, dignified. Got to stay
sharp, in touch, motified Feeling yourself starting to
stagnate? Better get up off your knees before it's too
late Get back on top, fulfil your life, not enough to
simply stay alive If you've got an idea put it forward,
don't keep it in the back of your mind Don't fret yourself
about criticism, sometimes you have got to be cruel to be
kind Go on, make it, look in the mirror, do you see a
person that's framed
(Trapped)
It's up to you and only you, get the picture? You're the
only person to blame
Don't get indignant with me boy, I'll give you something to
cry for You see these hands; they look so soft they are
ready and willing when it all goes off No, don't get
indulgent with me boy, knock self-importance on the
head Don't sit there moaning, there's nothing I can do,
just start thinking instead It's simple, when it rains we
get wet, when it's sunny we get hot, sometimes I wonder if
that's all we've got
Don't get depressed, never give in; even when down,
remember we can win You know, he knows, she knows, I know,
they know, we all know, fucks knows… and so
Don't get cynical with me girl, I'll give you something to
cry for You see these hands, they're so soft, they find the
target when the lights go off You don't get cynical with me
boy, don't tell me life can be bad I don't need that shit
shoved in my face; I like to believe we can make a
stand But we are so small and it's so big It tells us
what to do, tells us what to think If we don't stand a
chance may as well be dead Forward our intentions,
re-create instead. Come on! Come on!
I have slept so long, for so long There lies my regret,
sighing and grieving Had I known I could tremble so What
now I know I would never have shown my soul
Leaping, like an eager flame After all, who is to
blame? There lies my regret, sighing and grieving
And as this evening falls To close, for closed
eyes Take that backward glance And see, see what lies
behind
Recall the time when all the world just seemed to
recline Within our hands and was just washed away Like
the fleeting summer rain Gentle memories of our finest
day Can we ever hope to regain The innocence of
youth? The sordid truth Our visions turn sour All
colours turn to grey Goodbye my tender dreams Is there a
better day? Regain
The house looks for an answer to end all the
violence The ungovernable finally break silence There's
endless white papers and new institutions That still won't
stop us, it's no solution
The right and the left wing continue to bore With pre
dated policies all heard before This is mankind now see how
mankind kills Now we are hitting back hard and you see how
it feels
They preach and teach examinational tests So, the
political privileged can order the rest Of the young
parasites who live in a world without hope To get back in
line, and stay there, then assure us they will cope
In the new violent Britain, they pledge to invest In
skills and communities with renewed interest To build
schools of education, not colleges of crime A manifesto so
perfectly timed Providing help for the helpless, their new
commissions strive For a stable reeducated society by
1995
Meanwhile, we fight on in desperation still trying to break
through Their barriers of insanity and even now they know
it's true That to eradicate violence effectively, injustice
has to unfold But, instead they choose to compensate, to
lie and then collaborate No interest in any true debate,
their courts set up the offender's fate The new secure
units for the old custodial sentence
Well we have listened to you for long enough, taken all
your threats and you ain't so tough You intimidate then
punish the persistent hard core offender You condemn more
and understand less; so you will get no apologies ever In
an atmosphere of moral panic, you blame us for fighting
back But it's us that has been dragged through your streets
backwards, battered shell shocked and attacked
The pressure's building on law and order, but we ain't even
started They may think that they have been tested, but no
way, for we still stand divided More and more, we're
turning against our own, how come? How have we forgot? That
this is the one thing they want us to do, to compensate for
the freedom we ain't got
Some mug old folk and these are scum It's the one main
thing that just isn't done We can deal perfectly with our
own problems By taking the law into our hands We can
protect our own, young, the weak and elderly And therefore
smash their callous plans
I shall not work to build my death, nor have decisions made
by fools for my or your behalf As though I can't see or
hear that which surrounds me As though I'm quite content
with all that, disgusts me I will not build for another's
gain, although it always ends up the same It's as though I
can't see or hear, as though I'm content, with everything that
disgusts me
How can they talk about low life, whilst they're destroying
the earth? How can they take away someone's freedom, when
they don't know what it's worth? To the people with
feelings, to those not totally succeeding Those, shattered,
torn, ripped right in half, and whose broken hearts are
bleeding
Yet still they bash and batter, to them, mad onslaught does
not matter They create society's whitewashed picture that
everything is alright Then when people voice opinion and
object, they show disgust, confusion and then demonstrate
their might
Don't you dare think for a moment, that it's only in a riot
that we show we are discontent? It is with every so-called
criminal act that we demonstrate our contempt You shove
your outstanding promises, your respect; I only have respect
for life That you destroy time and time again, then dismiss
in your stride
I'm still hoping for the hopeless and making excuses for
the lawless
Someday soon, we will take vacations on the moon Someday
soon, we will build great cities under water Someday soon,
we will create the ultimate human being Someday soon, you
will not believe in what you're seeing
Yet, they can't find a cure for a common cold But they
can reconstruct a face back to the young from the old The
cancer spreads, the AIDS develops in its victims Science
counts the costs in lives, the cause and not the cure
succeeds
A child fights for life, in a state of confusion Dragged
up in a cesspit full of class 'A' illusions The progress
chart monitors, brilliant achievements It's a world where
technology easily outweighs bereavement The market remains
flooded with drugs that only suppress Twenty types that all
do the same thing, profit, and screw all the rest Who drop
dead in the queue, to receive operations? As the Government
reveal their new million pound sensation
Dancing at the policeman's ball again We sing our songs
of disgust, but they don't here a thing With heads held up
high they raise a toast to progression And a record
breaking turnover tenth year in succession
There stands a woman she has no face Her baby cries out
dying arms outstretched for embrace They have no stake in
the society that demands their respect A world without any
hope is all they can expect
Safe as sound What am I talking about? Of course it's
not safe Look at what corporate gain is doing to our
children And our sanity? Insanity!
Sanitary, insanitary Am I left fit to believe? Am I
left fit? Fit for what? What for! For who? Who
gains? Weight gains? Weight watchers? Watching what?
Watching who? No more questions
Wanting existence, wanting a distance, wanting to exist
Before the thinking - the sun kills alone - after the
thought
If this is how you see it, you have to make it known If
this is how you free it, you have to make it known This is
how you see it; you have to make it known This is not too
serious to have to make it known
Sick After Choosing Carelessly Health AIDS Replacement Instead
of Nothing
A declaration of independence, the other person has
cleared Understand the perspective, get the directive, and
realise our fears We are simply trying to connect nowadays,
but does anybody want to know? I'm finding it hard, putting
feelings into words, another chapter remains unwrote
They say, we are standing firmly in the rain, simply
waiting for it to stop They said that we should build new
umbrellas because we are stuck in our own rut I say, blow
away the rain clouds, for the new horizon is crystal
clear Its took sometime, but we're on the right track - now
where do we go from here?
Sick and tired of worthless statements, pissed off with the
same old songs You stuff your moral rule book, of what's
allowed, what's right and wrong
Oh yes, there's those who only criticise yet offer nothing
new, solutions? Ideas? No, just rake up shit what a clever
thing to do
We must strive on for what we know is right We know all
too well there's no end in sight But human nature is still
on our side As the politicians fall into landslide We're
out on the street, feeling the beat Of the hearts in anger
at the upper crust elite Who don't hear us scream or beg
for a halt Or when we weep over what their society
aborts
1981 President Reagan and the Pope face assassins' bullets
and escape with their lives. But in Cairo, Sadat dies in a
hail of automatic fire, from Brixton to Belfast riots rage and
fires burn. The royal wedding of Prince Charles is celebrated.
In America, the skies roar as Columbia the first space shuttle
blasts off but as winter descends, so does the chilling news
of martial law in Poland.
1982 Argentina invades Falklands. Speilberg captures our
imaginations. Unemployment rises above three million, and with
the threat of cruise missiles, twenty thousand women go to war
to safeguard peace. Britain gets its fourth TV station;
Princess Diana gives us a royal heir. The IRA bring horror to
Hyde Park. Breshnev dies in Russia and Israel invades Lebanon.
1983 As protestors get into their stride at Greenham,
Ronald Reagan promises to make Star Wars a frightening
reality. Back on earth, the Soviets admit to shooting down a
Korean Airliner. Maggie Thatcher triumphs again and America's
first woman astronaut is in space. For Grenada it's an
American invasion.
1984 After twelve weeks the striking miners still battle on
and in Brighton the PM and cabinet narrowly escape death as an
IRA bomb rips through the Grand Hotel. Yvonne Fletcher is
gunned down and her murderer flies away a free man. Rajiv
Gandhi fights to save his country after the assassination of
his mother. Millions face starvation in Ethiopia.
1985 Mikhail Gorbachev is Soviet leader, while shouts of
"scab" greet miners. Unions vote to end the national strike.
The Rainbow Warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in New Zealand by
two bombs. Live Aid rocks the world for the hungry. A
policeman is hacked to death in London. Reagan in Geneva said
the world is now a safer place.
1986 Space Shuttle explodes on take off. Swedish PM is shot
dead in the street. The pickets clash in Wapping. Reagan bombs
Libya (keep your head down). Russian nuclear reactor is
ablaze.
1987 Beirut gunmen attack UN. Argentinean President ends
arm revolt. Gorbachev makes new offer on arms cuts. Iraqi
exocet blasts US Frigate. Thatcher is elected for a third
term. In Britain "Spycatcher" is banned, but anyone can buy it
in America. A storm hits the Stock Market on Black Monday.
1988 SAS gunmen gun down IRA unit in Gibraltar. Mitterand
returns as French President. US war ships shoot down as
Iranian Airliner. Bush is elected as US President. Thatcher
speaks for Polish freedom. Britain is shocked by two disasters
in nine days and Edwina resigns over a storm in an eggcup.
1989 Berlin wall is torn down, freedom sweeps the East. In
China, a light of hope in Tiannamen Square is extinguished. In
Romania, people fight against the dictator Ceaucescu and with
his death they win. For once it seems a hope and good can
prevail.
1990 Saddam Hussein invades Kuwait. UN troops leave to face
the unknown horrors of modern warfare. Mandela is freed. The
Soviet pulls out of Czechoslovakia and Maggie Thatcher
resigns.
1991 The waiting is over, the Gulf explodes never has such
a powerful force been unleashed against one nation. The
bombardment against Iraq is relentless, the end comes quickly.
As the victorious survivors celebrate, for some the battle
against grief is just beginning. Yellow Ribbons are everywhere
with the release of John McCarthy; it seems at last the world
is changing for the better. Terry Waite's smile inspires
millions and in Russia Yelstein replaces Gorbachev. In
Yugoslavia civil war rages. Robert Maxwell makes the biggest
splash and the IRA bomb Downing Street.
Conflict after conflict. Now it's just the bare bones of
what we are A vicious circle in an open ended
struggle Life goes on as if all around is not
relevant As we look through closed eyes we try and
understand If we had a view, what would it show? We're
stuck in a room that has no view And so are you - or are
you? Well are you?
Human nature beams for all to see, the story now
unfolds As they wonder into wonderland, their lives the
starring role He makes his move so carefully, as he takes
her by the hand He whispers that he loves her, so she fails
to understand Strolling loves, angelic passages, with
visions crystal clear He demonstrates his love for her; she
hides away her fears He showers her with prizes; she's the
first in his love life! He piles on the emotions, but she
don't want to be his wife You and I will build a dream
together, give me your heart I will love forever When I
hold your hand, I start to understand What they mean when
they say love, what we mean when we say love
Well now you really better love me so, or I will hate your
guts! Your mine all mine, no ifs, or buts, no one else must
ever touch And to you I now give all my heart, as I knew I
would right from the start Our gold band now engages us
within the institute of dreams
They ride the path towards married bliss, but something's
just not right Those visions now seem so distorted, they
disagree and fight Both now miss their freedom, but this
contract they have created In acceptance with society's
morals, a tradition that's so dated Looking back in time,
she thinks what's life got in store from here Confused,
twisted, sick inside, he drowns in another beer With tears
in eyes, he walks away, he convinced that, that is
that! But absences make the heart grow fonder, and now he
begs her to come back
She finds a man to compensate, he wins at home, she plays
away It's been going on a while now? All seems lost is it
too late? But meanwhile he is out there finding solace with
another She holds sweet truth, he keeps dark secrets, she
looks, he knows he loves her But he also dreams up images
of all the thoughts of her he has missed They patch it up
for the umpteenth time as this tale takes another twist
Loves a never-ending question always asking why is it
wrong? To hold love and feelings for more than one and
well, that's another song
Standing alone in a mystery Standing alone in
misery I'm standing alone; it's a mystery? The start of
the war, it's the first to die So on my own, in not the
place to be
First, I see visions of insane men Unaware on the
stairs Caught by the same gang Pure hatred on young and
aged faces There's one, two, three But they ain't
leaving traces
As someone pushes past, I'm caught right in their path I
try to respond, but this just raises a laugh A clenched
fist punches hard, smashing the face I try to turn and
run But they are all over the place I'm pulling hard on
the stair rail but this ain't my night My shirt rips in
two, as they hold me so tight I feel a terrible blow, as
something collides with skull I fight back so hard, but the
blades take their toll So many shots on target, on the
floor curled up tight The crazed just won't stop, is this
finally goodnight? Now a feeling so strange, something
won't let it die And can't let them screw up the rest of
our lives
I'm losing all, all track of time; I feel the pain of a
real life crime Boy they roar, let's open up his head, hey
you see how far you've pushed this
I'm now praying that someone will turn up soon I'm
unaware that they are creeping down the back stairs I
shout, "hey, what am I getting this for? I weren't even
there, I didn't go past the door"
But the batons rain down, the boots pile in Why don't
they leave it, look at the state that I'm in? The choppers
chop hard, the blade cuts deep Flesh hangs off in slices
and I start to weep
The baton rain downs, the boots pile in I feel a strange
peacefulness building up within The choppers chop hard the
blood runs red I feel total release, I think I must be
dead
Back alive in the shadow of a dead man, I'm not
alone I'm reaching for the stair rails; instead I grab the
hand of the father I see a face; it's the face of my
mother There's someone else; it's the mother of my
mother Whose strong man is helping me? Climb up the
stairs from the misery Climb and climb, the stairs from the
mystery Climbing the stairs for the unaware to see
The winds of change are now blowing again I can sense
it; I can feel it, like a breath of fresh air Thousands
upon thousands of words, is our right to reply A question
of priorities, in a universal role
Memories surround of better times, so don't expect too
much As all seems lost, when the world finally says give
up From the dark wind swept streets, I see a glimmer of
light, of hope, a presence of defiance I wonder, and I
realise that while some wait for miracles, others may help
create them
From a room that has no view, I gaze from the window I
consider our purpose; the cold stars look down And there's
a feeling that someone, or something, is always
looking Strange because it's like, careful observation, the
sweetest manipulation Those smiling images of love, a
confused pattern of trust A feeble structure fleeing
responsibility and feelings And I wonder who, what, why,
where and when and if in fact I am still believing?
In all those moments we've shared. Of all the things that
we have been through I feel happiness, sadness. Remember
the places that we have been to Push our views and ideas
home. Of meeting people who feel alone Of seeing anguished
faces smile again. An achievement? Well I hope
As we swim from the shore, I can feel the undercurrent I
hear songs of hope and glory, but how deep is their
ocean? We turn and face obsession, a painful reminder from
tomorrow The seas a funny shade of blue now, do we drown in
mistakes sorrow? A nation remains silent, burnt out skulls,
blank expressions An image of convenience in reality's
succession Blind in the one eyed kingdom, following those
who followed last Who followed those, who followed before
them? Is there a future in the past?
The factories still churning out, of that there's not a
single doubt There's more snide shit from their fleapits;
they couldn't give a fucking shit
It's true, overdue, and plain to see the plights of those
in misery A dead necked vision, product of subsidence,
fucked up, and held in screaming silence Another police
force investigation, blatant lies, false fucked
suggestions Is it all down to communications? Or does the
grass need cutting? Has it changed direction?
The chants that only serve to divide, the police link with
the revenue, the royalties slide Now as poor old Joy
Gardener bites the dust, why should I give a fucking
fuck? But the lefties scream outside the courts, looking to
lay the blame, it's no ones fault They show sincerity, oh
how much they care, yeah in their sick, twisted cause, in
their affairs
A black boy has just missed his bus, a racist attack, or
bloodthirsty lust? Again, the left jump on the back of this
weeks attack, and force feed, socialist shit militant
crap They blatantly try and whip up violence, why don't
they keep their arseholes shut? And keep it silent Another
black person has died, that is true, but are you surprised? I
ain't because I already knew
By promoting political deaths, they could not give a
fucking toss
Sexism reigns in mans green world, the ALF proves yet again
that they won't be told That what they do (or don't) is
totally wrong, so fuck off you insane cunts, still remains…
our song!
Detention centres for the relentless, approved schools for
the fools Abolish the jury, punish the fury, but it's our
power that you fuel So it is basically blatantly obvious,
and in fact fucking common sense That when people are
forced to live in shit, under your conditions crime will
undoubtedly spread
You may be watching every move we make you even convince
yourself that you are clever But I'm looking right back
into your eyes, so don't you ever, never ever Think that I
might trip or slip right down your stairs Into your cells,
where unaware You can beat and fuck me senseless While
the world spins around relentless
You may have people on your side that I consider the lowest
form of life But don't you think what you call respect even
enters into my minds aspect For I'm sick of respect, how
about our causes instead? That made the maddened go to
extreme lengths Who simply couldn't take it? Who knew
they wouldn't make it? Being ground down fine, by those who
haven't got the time
For they shall punish those who sin Toss the peasants
lives into the bin Of those that won't beg to their Jesus,
God, Christ I've had enough of that Christ I've had enough
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