Oh yeah? Well I've got it all up here, see?
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they've got it all out there, see?
They can fuck off, cos they ain't got me, they can't buy my dignity,
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Let me tell you, I've got it all up here?
Tried to get me with a T.V. show,
But I wouldn't have none of it, no, no, no.
Standards and values on a black and white screen,
Sarah Farah Fawcett acting mean.
She's got the lot, that's what they want you to think,
Read between the lines, you'll see the missing link.
She's just a fucking puppet in their indoctrination plan,
"Be like me girls and become a real man,"
Live to the full, always act flash,
Don't use your brains when your body makes the splash.
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I've got it all up here, see?
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they've got it all out there, see?
They can fuck off, cos they ain't got me, they can't buy my dignity,
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Let me tell you, I've got it all up here?
Tried to get me in the supermarket store,
Bought what I wanted, they they said "buy more."
Mountains of crap that nobody really needs,
Gaily coloured wrappers to suit assorted greeds.
They've got the lot, that's what they want you to think,
Read between the lines, you'll see the missing link.
Buy this product, pay for the crap,
Quarter for the product, three quarters for the wrap.
Be a happy family, like the people on the pack,
Pay up to the profit, and you'll never look back.
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I've got it all up here, see?
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they've got it all out there, see?
They can fuck off, cos they ain't got me, they can't buy my dignity,
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Let me tell you, I've got it all up here?
Tried to get me with their learning and their books,
Deep understanding and intelligent looks,
All of the time, they never saw me,
They were just looking for what they wanted to see.
They've got the lot, that's what they want you to think,
Read between the lines, you'll see the missing link.
Books are easy backs for what they want to do to you,
Bind you up in slavery for the privileged few,
They'll prove their lies with history, say "that's the way it always was,
Accept the shit and slavery, be one of us."
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I've got it all up here, see?
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they've got it all out there, see?
They can fuck off, cos they ain't got me, they can't buy my dignity,
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Let me tell you, I've got it all up here?
Tried to get me with religion and with christ,
Said I'd get to heaven if I acted real nice,
But they were just preparing a crucifix for me,
A life of guilt, of sin, of pain, of holy misery.
They've got the lot, that's what they want you to think,
Read between the lines, you'll see the missing link.
The bible's just a blue print for their morality scene,
Just another load of shit on how it's never been.
They stand there in the pulpit, doling out their lies,
Offering forgiveness, then they talk of eyes for eyes.
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I've got it all up here, see?
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they've got it all out there, see?
They can fuck off, cos they ain't got me, they can't buy my dignity,
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Let me tell you, I've got it all up here?
Tried to get me, but I won't be got,
Say I'm a misfit but I say I'm not,
I never set out to profit from another,
Those smarmy bastards would steal from their mother.
They've got the lot, that's what they want you to think,
Read between the lines, you'll see the missing link.
They plundered and slaughtered in the name of truth,
Acceptance of normality is what they want from you as proof,
They think they've got the answers, but there's something that they miss,
Their cup which overfloweth, is JUST FULL UP OF PISS.
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I've got it all up here, see?
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they've got it all out there, see?
They can fuck off, cos they ain't got me, they can't buy my dignity,
Fuck is womens money
We pay with our bodies
There is no purity in our love, no beauty
Just bribery, it's all the fucking same
We make soldiers with our submission
Wars with our isolation
Fuck is womens money
We pay with our bodies
There is no purity in motherhood, no beauty
Just bribery, it's all the fucking same
We are all slaves to sexual histories
Our awareness of whoredom can be a release
War is mens money, they pay with their bodies
There is no purity in that game
Only blood, death and bribery
It's all the fucking same
But we've got the power
Don't just stand there and take submission
On the strength of fear
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence.
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there - like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it, but not being touched by it.
(We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our birth were we aware of it.
We never asked for war, nor in the struggle to realisation did we feel there was a need for it.
We never asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood were we conscious of its darkness.)
HOW DOES IT FEEL?
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.
Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life,
Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice.
Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood,
Your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had.
You smile in the face of the death cause you are so proud and vain,
Your inhumanity stops you from realising the pain
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
You never wanted peace or solution,
From the start you lusted after war and destruction.
Your blood-soaked reason ruled out other choices,
Your mockery gagged more moderate voices.
So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought.
Iron Lady with your stone heart so eager that the lesson be taught
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.
Throughout our history you and your kind
Have stolen the young bodies of the living
To be twisted and torn in filthy war.
What right have you to defile those birth?
What right have you to devour that flesh?
What right to spit on hope with the gory madness
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.
You accuse us of disrespect for the dead,
But it was you who slaughtered out of national pride.
Just how much did you care? What respect did you have
As you sent those bodies to their communal grave?
You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all,
That once living flesh defiled in the hell
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
You use those deaths to achieve your ends still,
Using the corpses as a moral blackmail.
You say Think of what those young men gave
As you try to bind us in your living death,
Yet we do think of them, ice cold and silence
In the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 You can stop your fucking war!
The door stands open -
Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night.
Alone, the possibilities are enormous.
Step outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait to suck on tiring flesh,
Unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality.
Afraid of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes don't seem to mean much;
Of anyone we've used more that most.
Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked,
Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus.
*
Up against the rows of grey robots who control our lives
The things we have to offer sometimes seem so frail.
As they plan destruction and gain respectability,
We offer our creativity and are made outcasts.
*
We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part,
We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll,
But we can't avoid that arena,
It's become a part of us even if we don't understand it.
*
In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs.
What is it that we sing then?
Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that,
Everything that we write is a love song.
*
We look for alternatives,
But the enormous power of the media makes it so difficult
To establish foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extreme
That everything becomes poisoned and corrupted.
We can become media personalities, but it is always on their terms.
We're tired of living up to other people's expectations when our own are so much higher.
Intelligence seems so easily dismissed when it doesn't conform to mainstream values.
Lennon said They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
He was right. Social intelligence merely requires agreement and compromise.
*
The boundaries are becoming narrower as the State becomes more paranoid.
Under authoritarian rule, conformity becomes the only security.
Fear is a powerful weapon against human development.
Cowering in our temples of self there's little chance of change;
The State is aware of that. The bomb serves many functions.
If fear of the omnipotent God is no more,
The nuclear Father will govern with his shepherd's crook,
Drawing his flock closer to the valley of the shadow of death.
*
Those of us who stand out against the status quo
Do so against all odds.
We cling so closely together
Because we have little other than ourselves.
Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists.
They hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions.
Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes,
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule?
How is it that the small and mealy-minded have gained so much power?
What perversion has taken place that we are governed by fools?
*
We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them their voice?
For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists?
As if walls only had one side.
Whispered intimacies might not get through,
But cries of anguish know no barriers.
But how long do we shout for?
Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say.
But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind
When we should have been confiding in each other.
It seems so absurd that we are denied the chance of ever being truly free.
The terrible inequalities of the peoples of this earth
Make freedom at best a dream, at worst an insulting privilege.
What space is there for self-expression and personal development
When over half the world's population is starving?
There are so many things that might have been done,
But rooted on this spot in the desire to find solution,
There's little to see and feel but the sighing and dying of our world.
But for suffering we might have been a part of it rather than apart from it.
*
Making the compromises,
Brave fronts, deceitful disguises. What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
Turning a blind eye to the lies just to keep it all together,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder whether it's worth it.
Smiling and socialising.
Endless philosophising. What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
Surface agreements, statements of fact, trying to prove we can do it,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it.
Bargains and sacrifices.
Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
Holding the vision, but losing our sight, endlessly searching solution,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder how much it's just institution.
What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
Anarchy's become another word for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you know? What did you care?
Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. What did you know? What did you care?
Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. What did you know? What did you care?
Another institution, another cross to bear. What did you know? What did you care?
etc. etc.
*
Anything and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
There's no point in just mouthing the words.
The token tantrums just aren't enough,
Nor is speed and weed and the Positive Creed.
Exclusive clubs where the various tribes congratulate each other for doing fuck all
Will achieve nothing but the strengthening of the status quo.
Punk has spawned another rock and roll elite,
Cheap Rotten Vicious imitations thinking they'll change their world
With dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers.
There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances,
A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty stances.
How many times must we hear rehashed versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If there was no government, wouldn't there be chaos
Everybody running round, setting petrol bombs off?
And if there was no police force, tell me what you'd do
If thirty thousand rioters came running after you?
And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television?
Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And what if I told you to Fxxk Off?
What if there's no army to stop a big invasion?
Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration.
Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags?
Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
If there were no hospitals, and no doctors too,
If I'd broken both my legs, where would I run to?
If there's no medication, if there were no nurses,
Wouldn't people die a lot? And who would drive the hearses?
And what if I told you to Fxxk Off?
If there were no butchers shops, what would people eat?
You'd have everybody starving if they didn't get their meat.
If there was no water, what would people drink?
Who'd flush away the you-know-what? But of course MINE never stink.
What about the children? Who'd teach them in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors?
Tell us make a flask of tea and survive the holocaust?
*
The rock and roll swindler says it's O.K. to plunder,
So the pirates set sail to rape any ethnic culture they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub their hands in glee
As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Task Force
When so called radicals work hand in hand with the ruling elite?
Yesterday those wily creeps rejected the status quo,
Today they smarm and charm passageways to its very heart.
Where's the free individual in all that?
Where's the hope and aspiration?
Identities have become corporations,
Social egos and media moulds,
Scholars of ad-man's dreams. Prescribed futures;
Must we all down aspirins and shine beneath borrowed tans?
Are we really so dumb, so cowered into submission
That not only are we prepared to eat shit
We're also prepared to say thanks for the privilege?
Why should we accept servility as a bargain for dignity?
Why should we passively accept death as a bargain for living?
Why accept this robbery of life? Why accept this pillage?
For Christ's sake take up your bed and walk.
Let the blind see end the deaf hear.
The rights of the individual are dependent upon
You realising your right as an individual.
People are so easily deluded into thinking they've instrumented choice
Where in reality they're nothing but passive observers.
Passive observers do nothing but passively observe,
Passively soak up creativity and say Wow, that's me!,
Passively soak up destruction and say Oh no, not us, not me.
There are those who strive for value and meaning;
Who search for reason and purpose;
Their efforts are negated by the passive observers.
*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision and possibility?
What chance does anyone have when all the spaces are filled?
Sipping breakfast teas to the sound of Space Invaders.
*
Television is today's Nuremberg.
Bowing to its authority, they become it.
I've seen four year old children conforming to media roles.
Main-lining the gross theatre that will become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where the politics of reality were once created,
Are deserted at night and the rulers sleep secure.
They are under no threat as long as the people are sedated.
Those who suffer head-aches from excessive intake of electrons are prescribed valium,
Or pay for a fix at the pub where men have to piss up the wall
And the stench of urine lasts well into the next pint.
*
Entertainment is designed to gloss over real problems
And very often those who profess dissent only add to the deception.
Words are banded about, but always at the whim of the puppeteer.
Actionless sloganeering is just another Punch and Judy show.
*
Any information that we receive concerning the real world is carefully controlled,
Why else would fiction have such licence?
We are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths,
But when the real deaths started on the Falklands
Government censors prevented us from seeing them.
We were given the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
As long as their popularity ratings didn't suffer,
For that reason alone we were shielded from the truth.
While the real violence is kept from us
We are exposed to constant pantomimes of death and destruction.
Those in power are rightly aware that if we had access to the real facts
We would cease to be simply passive observers.
Media coverage of Viet Nam created massive dissent in the U.S.A.
Thatcher's government was aware of that when, embarking on the Falkland charade,
They refused press cards to anyone who they knew would not support their line.
Those who did travel to the Falklands found their reports dramatically cut down.
Meanwhile, at home, we were fed fabrications of Britain's 'glorious war'.
The truth that is now filtering out paints a very different picture.
*
It's often been said that truth is the first casualty of war,
It is, but the same could be said of life.
From birth we are threatened and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out praise
Or, when our true nature finds its way to the surface
We hide in the darkness, our tails between our legs.
At all costs we are prevented from realising our own potential.
We are conditioned into being passive observers.
If the ring-master offers war,
We have been conditioned to passively accept it.
War can only exist through passive acceptance.
It is nothing but a demonstration of the weakness of human will.
*
If the clown offered peace
We will have been conditioned to accept that too,
But peace can not and will not be maintained through passive acceptance.
Peace will require constant demonstrations of personal strength,
Constant effort, constant hard work,
Reappraisal, consideration and devotion.
Which of those qualities were you taught in schoolroom?
Whereas war simply requires the masses as cannon-fodder,
Peace requires individuals to realise their own potential,
The odds are hopelessly against because the State deliberately destroys human will.
*
Passive observers offer nothing but decay.
The flowerbeds need weeding, the roses need cutting back before winter.
Freed from sedation, released from bondage,
People would demonstrate their own strength,
But the powerful elite are aware of this
And already have tabs on those who they regard as subversives.
It is easy for them to single out and intimidated us
And easier still for us simply not to bother.
*
It is impossible to gauge the effect that demands for peace may be having,
The authorities are skilled at concealing dissatisfaction.
For so long people have been saying No more war,
But for all those demands little has changed.
Seeing that the Peace Movement was growing in strength,
Thatcher appointed Heseltine as Minister of Defence.
One specific part of his job is to discredit CND,
Such is the nature of Conservative democraty.
*
As pacifist we are too easily forced back into tokenism,
Making hollow gestures against the wheels of the juggernaut.
The line is delicate.
The spaces have always been created by the gentle and caring,
To be later filled by bullies and egotists.
We can try to fill those spaces with the strength of our love.
Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy',
But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough.
Gandhi played a major role in liberating India from Britain rule,
But conditions in India are still appaling for the ordinary people.
Limiting Greenham Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy,
But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham.
Aren't we seeking to destroy all forms of exclusivity?
Does our own oppression give us the right to oppress others?
Unless we are prepared to oppose all oppression,
We stand guilty of direct contribution to it.
*
The neo-fascist plunder our land
And we must resist them on every level.
As outsiders we have few right with which to oppose them,
But on our own, together, we seek them.
They have their law and those who impose it.
We only have ourselves and each other.
They have their order and those who impose it.
We only have ourselves and each other.
It is easy to dismiss those who seek peace as dreamers,
But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams?
It is essential that our dreams become a reality
Or there will cease to be one.
*
Harrods boast that it can supply any whim that its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving Third World child
And I'll tell them the politics of choice.
Equality doesn't enter into the ghettos of wealth.
Beneath the protective sheath of Thatcher's economy
The right, rich and privileged get even richer
And they, in turn, support her barbaric policies both at home and overseas.
The Falklands war cost Britain over sixteen thousand million pounds - in whose pocket?
*
Throughout the world millions of people are employed making armaments,
Don't they realise that it's ordinary people like themselves who'll suffer the effects of their filthy labour?
*
The wealthy obscene with their obscene wealth
Applaud the carnage from their grandstand.
It's as if they were at Ascot laying their bets;
Five to one on the Four Horsemen.
They believe that money can buy them out of the responsibility
That they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
Watching their fortunes rise and fall
In the neatly pressed pin-striped trousers of the City.
Debutante whores in rich men's castles.
*
The ruling elite with their puppet figurehead
Queen Elizabeth the Second, Regina Virgina,
Strut about on the million of bodies
That they have sacrificed to gain their position.
Who are these leaders but those who have made violence pay?
Who are they but the inheritors of their ancestors greed and theft?
Their blood stained flags are rags to our future,
Tattered remnant of our individual rights.
These rulers are common murderers and thieves,
But still we bow before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
*
For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're given life yet we court death.
For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long?
Still we lay prostrate before a stylised figure on a crucifix.
As if the stone fool might be resurrected.
We are expected to bargain our lives for his
And join him in the ugliness of perpetual Christian guilt.
He hangs there as a remainder of our own subjugation.
Let it be known that he alone is Christ,
Those who dare emulate him shall suffer thus.
Each settlement is spiked with that stupid image,
Each conscience nailed to that diet of corruption.
*
Military acts are bathed in those gory tales.
Tired Marines, edgy to fuck and sleep, are blessed in his name.
Pious virgins in desire kneel in worship before the myth.
In anticipation of their own death, they await his coming.
Sweet Jesus have mercy on me.
Sweet Jesus, they share his agony.
Sweet Jesus, they share his misery.
Fuck his loaded deity.
*
Over half the world's population is starving,
Crucified by the greed of landowners,
Helpless against the imbalance of priorities
Practiced by the major powers who, if they wanted to, could help.
Every minute of the day millions upon million of pounds
Are spent on the machinery of war.
If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace,
There would be no more starvation on this planet.
Yet governments pay no heed to the cries of suffering,
They perhaps make token gestures to appease their consciences,
But no real improvements are made
Because to ensure control the superpowers need to maintain the imbalance.
Natives are slaughtered in their homelands
By governments seeking out new possessions.
Most of the wealth of the so called developed nations
Has been gained at the expense of the Third World
From whom natural resources, both mineral and human,
Have been unscrupulously exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who use their power not to assist, but to oppress.
At the wave of a gloved hand
These people can, and do,
Send young men to their death,
But not before others too have fallen from their bayonets and guns.
Such armies are invariably called 'peace keeping forces'.
The hypocrisy is as appalling as it is obvious.
The wealthy, educated, privileged and secure
Make the lives of those less fortunate a complete misery.
Million upon millions of people are dying from malnutrition
Because, to stabilise their economies, governments destroy food rather than giving it to the needy.
*
Let them eat cake said Marie Antoinette
As she wiped the calf's blood from her lips.
*
Proud to be British said Margaret Thatcher
As she wiped the Falkland's blood from her hands.
*
The ruling elite have no concept of what it is to suffer want,
Yet it is they who are directly responsible.
In a world where there are people who can't afford a crust of bread,
These arrogant scabs drive around in Bentleys and Rolls Royces.
Perhaps it amuses them to rub shit into the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such overt displays of wealth
Will not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a sane society wealth and possession would not be an asset.
*
A few years ago a politician was on the radio
Saying that no one in the UK suffered from want.
Next day I saw an old man pleading for a handful of coal;
His wife was dying of cold and he was penniless.
Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea,
She lay cold and dead before the empty grate.
Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia,
Too hungry, too cold, too poor to stay alive.
*
At times of national crisis it's always the poor who suffer.
Back Britain we're told
As the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.
At times of international crisis it's the same story.
Back Britain we're told
As the rich get richer and the poor get killed.
In the event of a nuclear crisis,
The rich will retreat to private bunkers with their wealth and possessions.
*
The injustice of inequality is sanctioned by the church.
With its tradition of finance from the gentry
The church has always been obliged
To ensure that its flock remains servile.
Repent ye sinners or be devoured in the flames of hell.
Those very same flames that devoured their enemies in countless religious wars.
*
So often the church has marched hand in hand with the military
Casting its blessings upon the writhing bodies of the battlefield.
Each stab of bayonet is God's word.
Each crash of steel is God's word.
Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word.
For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten sons.
Each sodden grave and sodding death is God's word.
For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten sons.
For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten sons.
*
In Christian societies executions are attended by representatives of the church.
Goggle-eyed before the gallows, the electric chair and the gas-chamber
They administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious advance for civilisation.
One small step for man.
One giant step for mankind.
For he so loved the world.
He gave us his only begotten son
And likewise we are expected so to do.
For he so loved the world.
*
Violent, vicious hypocrisy.
How is anyone supposed to deal with these contradictions,
Confusions and lies? They defy reason.
Oh yes, you can inwardly laugh at the absurdity,
Satirise the obscenity, but the hysteria soon wears thin
And the tears wear a colder complexion.
Humour can offer diversion,
But it dilutes real anger
And nothing gets confronted.
We are ruled by dangerous mad-people,
What's funny about that for fucks sake?
The world is daily threatened with annihilation,
Is that really something to be trivialased?
The world is under constant threat.
Against this background of fear
We struggle to create our own authority.
While being bludgeoned into conformity
We struggle to find our inner selves.
Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets,
But I don't want to be one of them.
I want to be an outsider,
At the same time I'd like to come in out of the cold.
*
Urgency overrules personal fears.
Against the scenario of total destruction
We demand a sanity that might save the world.
That alone excludes us from the mainstream of thought.
History offers no solutions,
Quotes from Mao or Stalin, Hitler or Marx
Simply confirms the oppression.
I'm tired of political experts,
Tired of 'if onlys'.
They have always been the same people,
Grey visionless robots
Who would have us all share their death.
History is simply a justification for oppression,
Written by those who practice it.
It is being constantly changed and rewritten
To conform to the requirements of the ruling elite.
A tempest of convenience that blasts across the blistered bodies of the dead.
We receive at best only filtered truths.
Most of what we see and hear is lies.
*
The Falklands War was rewritten as it happened.
It was not a glorious victory for the British spirit,
Nor an heroic defeat of a fascist dictator.
It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering
Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems.
At a time when a peaceful settlement was a possibility,
Thatcher personally ordered the sinking of the General Belgrado
Killing over three hundred men
And horribly mutilating many more.
She did this because her political neck required bloodshed
To prove her wisdom in releasing the Task Force.
The history books will not document her as a cold-blooded murderer.
*
I'm tired of the dull rationalisation of the politicians.
Weighed down with their sums and inadequacies
I feel only anger and bellied hatred for them.
How can anyone become so distorted?
How can anyone be so far from real human values?
I feel only disgust for their twisted minds.
How can peace be achieved through threats of violence?
What kind of hope is there in that strait-jacket?
*
The authority of those who oppress us
Is supported, maintained and defended
By those who are themselves the most oppressed;
Those who, because they have no alternative, are in service to the rulers.
*
How can I feel anger towards the squaddy?
Weighed down with his guns and inadequacies
I can feel only pity and bellied compassion.
How can anyone be so distorted?
How can anyone be so far from real human values?
I can only feel pity for his twisted mind.
How can freedom be achieved if the poor fight to uphold
The privileges of those who directly oppress them?
*
We look through one eye hoping the other won't see,
That way we only need deal with a half of it.
Like bloody ostriches, oblivious,
Not because we are, but because we choose to be.
Most people see through the lies
But are too afraid to admit it.
It's so much easier to be the passive observer.
How much longer can people afford to just sit by like this?
All the indications are there.
Massive unemployment,
Recession, depression.
But who's looking? Who cares?
Tamely the population is being led down the road to total bondage.
Government is daily strengthening its powers.
Those who stand against it are ridiculed,
Discredited or abused and punished.
Those in power are totally cynical.
Rather than analysing the seriousness of the problem
They simply strengthen the army and police to combat it
They are ready for the inevitable response.
It happened in Brixton, Toxteth and Moss Side.
It happens daily in Northern Ireland.
Under Thatcher's regime there has been massive increases in police brutality.
In London police shot down a man
Only to find it was the wrong person.
We regret to inform you. Regret to inform you.
Regret to inform you. We regret to inform you
That today another Christ was shot in the back of the head.
We regret to inform you. Regret to inform you,
That another Christ, not yet ten years old, was shot today,
By agents of Her Majesty's Government, with a plastic bullet.
They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill,
They do.
I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me;
We do.
We regret to inform you.
*
1984 is a book about the positive danger of totalitarianism,
Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the cold mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked around as numbers by the hidden computers.
Software in the hardware. Documented and filed.
We have no access to the information that they have stored on us.
Ticker-tape alter egos, print-out portraits.
We are becoming another.
As individuals within that mechanical system we are arbitrary,
Wanted only for what can be taken from us.
Our future is of no concern to the mega-corporations
Who determine the nature of our economic well-being.
Thatcher's policies require massive unemployment
Which makes her order to 'support our boys' nothing but a fucking insult.
When they were eight thousand miles away dying for her arrogance
She fabricated what was a complete mockery of compassion.
When they're at home, jobless on the streets,
She doesn't give a fuck for them.
Self determination and self enterprise are her big lines,
But just how much of that does she offer to others
In her contemptible use of people?
She was prepared to risk world peace
Saying that it was for the self determination of the Falklanders,
Those very same people who over a year ago
She was prepared to abandon without a thought.
And now, for all her empty talk,
They are forced to live in a fortress waiting for further hostilities.
Thatcher has recently sanctioned a loan of one hundred million pounds to Argentina
Claiming that it was to stabilise world economy.
The purchase of further Exocets and the development of nuclear potential
Should do much for world economy, but very little for world security.
Just what the fuck was all that bloodshed for?
*
Thatcher has signed away British self-determination in one single stroke.
She has agreed to install deadly cruise missiles on British soil
Over which the Americans have total control.
The American military presence is designed solely
To limit nuclear war with Russia to the 'European Theatre'.
Meanwhile we are sold the wicked lie of protection and deterrence.
American war planners have repeatedly stated that they intend
To fight the Third World War on European soil;
Cruise missiles greatly increase the danger of that happening.
Designed to avoid radar detection by skimming the earth's surface,
Cruise missiles are seen as the ideal 'first strike weapon',
They also guarantee a massive response that would make Britain into a nuclear desert.
Military naivety is astounding. The experts seriously believe
That they will be able to limit war to the 'theatre'.
In this particular show the world will be the stage,
There'll be no encore.
*
Thatcher and her cronies talk of 'limited tactical response'
And 'executive action' causing 'collateral damage'.
These terms are borrowed from their American counterparts
And are designed to mask the ugly reality that they describe.
In everyday language 'collateral damage' simply means civilian deaths.
In the event of nuclear attack on Britain that would amount to thirty-eight million people.
Is it any wonder that these crazy psychotics
Invent jargon to assist them in their studied madness?
Every year hundreds of innocent people still die horrific deaths
As a result of the bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
It is probably that an all out nuclear war
Would destroy all life on planet Earth.
*
We are not talking fantasy,
Nor preaching doom.
We are talking of an existing reality;
The one that we allow to exist around us.
*
Defence Secretary Heseltine disputes the kind of information that we offer
Claiming that it has 'no basis in fact'.
There are no words to describe the utter contempt
That we feel for people of his kind.
They sit in their seats of power
Distorting and perverting all human decency.
How can they dare be so blatant?
How can they dare be so hypocritical?
Who is this Heseltine with his corrupt lies?
Who is this Thatcher with her arrogant deceit?
These hideous mutants cast their shadows
Across all that is worthwhile and good.
*
Cruise missile will be installed because Thatcher has created some kind of deal with Reagan.
We will probably never know the details of that arrangement.
It will almost certainly involve some kind of economic juggling act,
The massive corporations turning political thumbscrews
On U.S. investment in Britain.
Russian tanks in Afghanistan are nothing
Compared with the bargaining power of American capital in the UK.
Whatever the nature of that deal is,
It has made Britain into America's front line,
The fifty-third State, with no rights of citizenship.
To many people that might not matter,
Fed from birth on American propaganda and Hollywood trash,
The resistance levels are low.
As long as we passively accept American domination
We can except no real advance.
We are being sold down the line.
*
To many people the missiles and warheads might not matter.
To many people nuclear reality is too huge to contemplate,
Yet for all people the reality looms constantly in nightmares.
In the nuclear state we are expected to accept those nightmares.
Is this really all that we can hope for as life?
Is this really all that we can hope for as death?
Maybe our lives don't matter that much,
But why impose our madness on future generations?
Or is it perhaps that you no longer believe that there will be future generations?
In your passive acceptance of it
You have already allowed the holocaust to happen.
The future is ended.
*
We are not talking fantasy,
Nor preaching doom.
We are talking of an existing reality,
The one that we allow to exist around us.
*
The nuclear hardware produces in the last three decades
Will pollute the Earth for thousands of years.
A nuclear war will destroy it.
Is that why the cherry trees blossom?
You are destroying and corrupting.
In condemning them to the nuclear nightmare
Are you willing to accept the burning of tomorrow's unborn?
They know nothing of this sorrow.
*
Suffer little children to come unto me.
Suffer little children to come unto me.
Suffer little children to come unto me.
Suffer little children to come unto me.
*
In your refusal to act against these hideous dangers
You are guilty of being the gutless passive observer.
Are you so inhuman that you will let this happen?
Just a helpless bystander waving your flag in mute acceptance?
Take up your eyes and see.
Take up your ears and hear.
Take up your mind and think.
Take up your life and act.
*
It is up to us all as responsible citizens of Earth
To work towards the downfall of the powerful elite.
Their rule has created dreadful suffering.
Their insanity precludes all reason and compassion,
They lie, trick and manipulate.
They are the maggots in the flesh of decency,
The vultures that pick at the bones of hope,
The carriers of famine, war, pestilence, and death.
*
They must be stopped.
Why should people die for their insanity?
Why should people starve for their insanity?
Why should people suffer the spitefulness of their greed?
We must not be intimidated by the authority that they appear to have.
We must be prepared to oppose them on every level,
To fight back in the knowledge that if we don't
We will have failed in our responsibility to life itself.
It has happened before
That the powerless have risen against the oppressor
Only to be beaten back.
But there have been cases where they have succeeded.
Ours is a just cause,
It is up to each one of us, alone, to do our best.
We must learn to overcome our fears.
We must realise that the strength that they have
Is the strength that we give them.
It is you, the passive observer who has given them this power.
You are being used and abused
And will be discarded as soon as they've bled what they want from you. You must learn to live with your own conscience,
your own morality,
your own decision,
your own self.
You alone can do it.
There is no authority but yourself.
*
One squaddy, horrifically burnt in the Falklands War,
Was approached by Prince Charles during a presentation.
Get well soon said the Prince, to witch the squaddy replied,
Yes Sir, I will.
Don't want to bury my head in the crutch of society
Perverted parent that takes my energy
Sucking me dry with your morals, your threats
Christ, your queen, your politics
Fucking hypersensitive, super realist humanity
I'm one of your super hybred community
Commutes the arsehole of the economy
Watch out, watch out, it's all about
Reversion's setting in, and I can see you
Staring at me with your seizured brain
Trying to put me down the drain again
Well you're too smart, right from the start
I learned it well that the truth will tell
And you're done for, it's what the son's for
It's what the gun's for, it's what I've come for
I'm a private in a private army etc..
I am a working for Securicor
Take the money and come back for more
I want to do it cause I know I should
For the customer and the common good
I walk around with a big alsation
He'll re-arrange you with no provocation
And I'm the bugger who has got the lead
And you'll have to be bright if you want to get at me
Securicor cares, Securicor cares
Securicor scares the shit out of you
Do you want to come closer?
I block the pavement with my club and hat
Deal in money that you can't get at
You want to use me cause I'm up for rent
Well tough shit, cause I'm really busy
You ought to know me cause I've been a cop
Out of the army where I learned a lot
Some kids still chuckle when they see my van
But it's not all money sonny
Do you want to come closer?
Securicor cares, Securicor cares
Securicor scares the shit out of you
Do you want to come closer?
DO YOU WANT TO COME CLOSER?
Fight war, not wars.
Fight war, not wars.
Fight war, not wars.
Fight war, not wars.
Fight war, not wars.
Fight war, not wars.
Fight war, not wars.
FIGHT WAR, NOT WARS.
Banned from the Roxy...Ok
I never much liked playing there anyway
Said they only wanted well behaved boys
Do they think guitars and microphones are just fucking toys?
Fuck 'em, chosen to make my stand
Against what I feel is wrong with this land
Just sit there on their overfed arses
Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes
Keep their fucking power cos their finger's on the button
Got control and won't let it be forgotten
Truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun
Proof of that is Belfast and that's no fucking fun
Seeing the squaddy lying in the front yard
Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence
Finding the entrance to your own front door is barred
Got the fucking nerve to call it defence
Seems their defence is a just the threat of strength
Protection for the privileged at any length
Government protecting their profits from the poor
Rich and the fortunate chaining up the door
Afraid that the people may ask for a little more
Than the shit they get, shit they get, shit they get,
Shit they get, shit they get, shit they get,
Shit they get, shit they get,
DEFENCE? SHIT, IT'S NOTHING LESS THAN WAR
AND NO ONE BUT THE GOVERNMENT KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IT'S FOR
Oh yes they say it's defence, say it's decency
Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean?
Same fucking lies with depressing frequency
They say "We had to do it to keep our lives clean"
Whose life? Whose fucking life?
Who the fuck are they talking to?
Whose life? Whose fucking life?
I'll tell you one thing, it ain't me and you
And their systems, christ, they're everywhere
School, army, church, the corporation deal
Fucked up reality based on fear
Fucking conspiracy to stop you feeling real
Well they ain't got me,
I'd say they're fucking wrong
I ain't quite ready with my gun
But I've got me song
Banned from the Roxy, Ok
Never much like playing there anyways
One - Two - Three - Four
Fuck the politically minded, here's something I want to say,
About the state of nation, the way it treats us today.
At school they give you shit, drop you in the pit,
You try and try and try to get out, but you can't because they've fucked you about.
Then you're a prime example of how they must not be,
This is just a sample of what they've done to you and me.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
Don't want me anymore, cos I threw it on the floor.
They used to call me sweet thing, I'm nobody's plaything,
And now that I am different, they'd love to bust my head,
They'd love to see me cop-out, they'd love to see me dead.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
The living that is owed to me I'm never going to get,
They've buggered this old world up, up to their necks in dept.
They'd give you a lobotomy for something you aint done,
They'll make you an epitomy of everything that's wrong.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
Don't take any notice of what the public think,
They're so hyped up with T.V., they just don't want to think.
They'll use you as a target for demands and for advice,
When you don't want to hear it they'll say you're full of vice.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
I am product, I am a symbol
Of endless, hopeless, fruitless, aimless games
I'm a glossy package on the supermarket shelf
My contents aren't fit for human consumption
I could tragically injure your perfect health
My ingredients will seize up your bodys function
I am the dirt that everyone walks on
I am the orphan nobody wants
I am the staircarpet everyone uses
I am the leper nobody wants to touch....much
I am a sample, I am a scapegoat
For useless, futureless, endless, mindless ideas.
I am a number on the paper you file away
Portfolio you stick in the drawer
I'm the fool you try to scare when you say
"We know all about you, of that you can be sure"
I don't want your crazy system
I don't want to be on your files
Your temptations I try to resist them
Cos I know what hides beneath your smiles,
Its.........EST
I am a topic, I am a subject
For useless, futureless, endless, mindless debates
You think up ways that you can hide me
From the naive eyes of your figurehead
But don't you find that it ain't easy?
Wouldn't you love to see me dead?
Answer is to give me treatment
For crying out when you give me pain
Leaves me with no possible remnant
Poke your knives into my brain
You send me insane
I'm an example, I'm no hero
Of the great, intelligent, magnificent, human race
Well I'm part of the race that kills for possessions
Part of the race that's wiping itself out
Part of the race that's got crazy obsessions
Locking people up, not letting them out
Hate the living dead and their work in factories
Go like sheep to their production lines
Live on illusions, don't face the realities
All they live for is that big blue sign
It says, it says FORD
You have this life, what for? Tell me
Spend it on shit, your ignorance appals me
You serve me your morals, changed for a fiver
Upright citizen, Penthouse subscriber
You won't print the word, but you'll beat up the wife
In your ignorant, arrogant, terminal life
You have this life, you deprive me of mine
With your twisted, imbalanced idea of sin
That revolves around money; how much are you bought for?
A tenner, a fiver, is that what you're caught for?
I'm sick of your pride, you think you can rule me
With crappy judgement from your respectable majority
Majority of what? You self oppressed idiot
I'm not going to carry you, I'm no compatriot
How many times do I excuse and forgive
The damage inflicted by the way that you live?
I hold my vision against your oppression
Your final defence, your only possession
I'll show you the blood, but you'll still point the gun
If the money's enough, or can you show you're a man?
To your submissive wife, desperate whore
Home loving, mothering, stifling bore
You have this life, you twist and abuse it
Morals and money and media controls it
Can't you see the dead children, blood in the street?
Every fist that you raise is a corpse at your feet
Every time you are bought, I don't care the amount
You are the rapist, dealing in death count
And you do this with mercenary morals, you shit
Oh, you've been told about dignity down in the pit
Respectable working man, honourable wife?
...desire, desire, desire, desire,
Desire, desire, desire, desire,
Desire, desire, desire, desire,
Describe, desire, defile, deny.
Defile, desire, deny, desire.
Describe, describe, describe, describe.
No air to breath inside your walls,
Left to dream inside your walls.
Left us in a wilderness,
Well I can make my paradise.
Without your walls I am alive,
No body I, in rank and file.
Girl and boy and man and wife,
Flesh your measure with a smile.
Have and hold and hold and have,
Have and hold and hold and have.
Desire, deny, deny, desire,
Have a child to justify.
Images that you apply,
I won't bow my head in shame.
I won't play the game the same,
Without your walls I am alive.
Without your walls we all survive,
Without your walls no guilt to bear.
Without your love, our love to share,
Without your walls I am alive.
Without your walls I am alive.
Without your walls I am alive.
WITHOUT YOUR WALLS I AM ALIVE...
I am no feeble Christ, not me
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross
Above my body
Christ forgive. FORGIVE?
I vomit for you Jesu
Shit forgive
Down now from your cross
Down now from your papal heights
From the churlish suicide, petulant child
Down from those pious heights
Royal flag bearer, goat, billy
I vomit for you
Forgive? Shit he forgives
He hangs in crucified delight
Nailed to the extent of his vision
His cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin
He would nail my body upon his cross
Suicide visionary, death reveller
Rake, rapist, lifefucker, Jesu
Earthmover, Christus, Gravedigger
You dug the pits of Auschwitz
The soil of Treblinka is your guilt
Your sin, Master, master of gore, enigma
Your carry the standard of our oppression
Enola is your gaiety
The bodies of Hiroshima are your delight
The nails are the only trinity
Hold them in your corpsey gracelessness
The image I have had to suffer
The cross is the virgin body of womanhood that your defile
You nail yourself to your own sin
Lamearse Jesus calls me sister
There are no words for my contempt
Every woman is a cross in his filthy theology
In his arrogant delight
He turns his back upon me in his fear
He dare not face me. Fearfucker
Share nothing you christ
Sterile, impotent, fucklove prophet of death
You are the ultimate pornography
In your cuntfear, cockfear, manfear, womanfear, unfair
Warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare,
Warfare, warfare, warfare
The Angels are on T.V. tonight
Grey puke, celluloid shit
The army have sent a mission to Ireland
Just to see to it
Kojack is on the streets again
Grey puke, fucking shit
The army say the seek peace in Ireland
And they'll see to it
Chorus That they keep in line, horizontal hold
Keep in line, vertical hold
Keep in line, brightness
Keep in line, contrast
Keep in line, VISION ON
Coronation Street is on twice a week
Grey puke, fucking shit
The army say they seek peace in Ireland
And they'll see to it
The army are on the news report
REAL WAR. BULLETS. DEATH
They're beating fuck out of someone they caught
Just to see to it
The train now standing on platform four
What will you do when the gas taps turn?
Where will you be when the bodies burn?
Will you just watch as the cattle trucks roll by?
Pretend it isn't happening? Turn a blind eye?
See the army convoys quietly passing by?
Heard the helicopters in your little bit of sky?
Have you seen the squad cars packed with boys in blue?
Have you ever wondered what they're there to do?
Pictures in the paper of soldiers in the street
Pictures in the history books of rotting human meat
Auschwitz's now a tourist spot for the goggle eyed to pry
Still in working order just for you and I
Photos of the victims, of gas, of gun, of bomb
Inheritance of violence in the bookshelves of your home
Don't wait for it to come to you, cos come it surely will
The guardians of the state are trained to search, destroy and kill
There's people sitting at this moment, fingers on the trigger
There's loyalty and royalty to make their violence figure
Allegiance to the flag, they say, as they lock the prison door
Allegiance to normality, that's what lobotomies are for
God, queen and country, they say we've got the choice
Free speech for all if you've got no voice
Propaganda on the airwaves, here's the way to live
Not for you and me the alternative
The look for peace in Ireland with a thousand squaddy boys
Torture in their mental homes is another of their ploys
They'll keep us all in line, by christ, they'll keep us on our toes
But if we stand against their power, we'll see how violence grows
Read it in the paper about rebellious youth
But it's them that are so violent, it's them that hide the truth
Stay in line, or pay the cost,
Do you think they care when another life's lost?
Auschwitz's now a tourist spot for the goggle eyed to pry
Still in working order just for you and I
To ashes at Auschwitz it's just a small leap
From coshes at Southall, life is cheap
Don't think that they won't do it, cos they already do
You can swear by who the fuck you like
But you're still on the roof
I'm not gonna change the system
They're not gonna change the system
We're not gonna change the system
Where does that leave you? Where does that leave me?
Jumping up and down to a bunch of tools
The organisation treat us like fools
They can't help it, they didn't make the rules
It's just the system again, BOLLOCKS
Bind us round with ignorance
Fit us up with a petty stance
Fill us up with cheap romance
Leave no option, no chance
What've they got? Fuck all? NO
What've they got? A swimming pool?
Where do you get it? Follow the rules
System, system, system
Keeping their fingers on the breaks
Down the ladders, up the snakes
I am not he, nor master, nor lord
No crown to wear, no cross to bear in stations
I am not he, nor shall be, warlord of nations
These heroes have run before me, now dead upon the flesh piles, see?
Waiting for their promised resurrection, there is none
Nothing but the marker, crown or cross
In stone upon these graves
Promise of the ribbon was all it took
Where only the strap would leave it's mark upon these slaves
What flag to thrust into this flesh, rag, bandage,
Mop in their flowing death
Taken aside, they were pointed a way, for god, queen and country
Now in silence they lie
They ran before these masters, children of sorrow
As slaves to that trilogy they had no future
They believed in democracy, freedom of speech
Yet dead on the flesh piles I hear no breath
I hear no hope, no whisper of faith
From those who have died for some others' privilege
Out from your palaces, princes and queens
Out from your churches, you clergy, you christs
I'll neither live nor die for your dreams
They sell us love as divinity
When it's only a social obscenity
Underneath they're all lovable
Chorus: Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hello hello.
Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hero hello.
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Obscene sentimental, hero hello
Obsession, obsession, hello, hello
Desire for protection, hero hello
Protect your possessions, Enola hello
Possessions, possessions, hero hello
Protect your obsession, hero hello
Obsession, obsession, hello, hello
Obscene sentimental, hero hello
Chorus
Obscene sentimental, obsession obsession
Desire for protection, protect your possession
Possession, possession, protect your obsession
Obsession, obsession, obscene sentimental
I've heard too much about the people in the ghetto
Heard too much about the working class motto
How you don't know life if you ain't seen the street
Racialist poor against the racialist elite
A million people in factory and office
Aware there's something missing, but living with their losses
There's no fight to get where they'd rather be
Only the accepting of dependency
Wait in the shop, for what you ain't got
Lying on the beaches for the social elite
Working 9 to 4, revolved around more
Fear, guilt, abuse, love and moral truth
War in your bedroom, bodies in your fridge
Domestic violence, the tomb you dig
Rules for survival, rules that they wrote
Thinking it's your freedom when it's rammed down your throat
On the boundary, choose your family
Choose what school, no choice at all
Choose what church, allow you to hurt
They're telling you to do it,
Grow up and tow the line,
They tell you if you do it,
Everything will turn out fine.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a wonderful life,
God, queen, country, colour telly, car and wife.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a wonderful life,
God, queen, country, colour telly, car and wife.
It's great if you can do it, it doesn't take a lot,
Just means you must destroy what sensitivity you've got.
Well, that's an easy bargain for the things you're going to get,
You can treat the wife like shit, own a car, a telly set.
Slip off in the evenings for a little on the sly,
And if the wife complains, fuck her first, then black her eye.
There's lots of worthwhile jobs for the lad who wants to know,
Lorry driving's fun, you're always on the go.
One hand on the wheel, the other up some cunt,
Or jerking off to Penthouse with with motorway up front.
The police force offers chances for a bright intelligent lad,
To interfere with anyone cos they're there just to be had.
It offers quite a range for aggression and for spite,
To take out your frustrations in a justifiable light.
It's a mans' life in the army, good pay and lots of fun,
You can stab them with your bayonet, fuck them with your gun.
Look smart in your uniform, that always pulls the skirt,
Then when you've fucked them good and proper, tell them they're just dirt.
Cos man is spelt big M.A.N. it's the letters of the law.
Man is spelt big M.A.N. that's who the law is for.
You see there's lots of chances in this land of hope and glory,
Try and make your own rules, that's a different story.
If you're a man, you'd better act like one,
Develope your muscles, use your prick like a gun.
Fuck anything that moves, but never pay the price,
Steal, fuck, slaughter, that's their advice.
Are you man enough? Ask the posters on the walls,
Have you got what it takes? Guts and balls?
Keep your myth of manhood, it's been going on too long,
A history of slaughter is the proof that it is wrong.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, J.O.K.E.
Big man, what a fucking joke.
Anothers hope, anothers game,
Anothers loss, anothers gain,
Anothers lies, anothers truth,
Anothers doubt, anothers proof.
Anothers left, anothers right,
Anothers peace, anothers fight,
Anothers name, anothers aim,
Anothers fall, anothers fame.
Anothers pride, anothers shame,
Anothers love, anothers pain,
Anothers hope, anothers game,
Anothers loss, anothers gain.
Anothers lies, anothers truth,
Anothers doubt, anothers proof.
Anothers left, anothers right,
Anothers peace, anothers fight.
Marx had an idea from the confusion of his head,
Then there were a thousand more waiting to be led.
The books are sold, the quotes are bought,
You learn them well and then you're caught.
Anothers left, anothers right,
Anothers peace, anothers fight.
Mussolini had an idea from the confusion of his heart,
Then there were a thousand more waiting to play their part.
The stage was set, the costumes worn
And anothers empire of destruction born.
Anothers name, anothers aim,
Anothers fall, anothers fame.
Jung had an idea from the confusion of his dream,
Then there were a thousand more waiting to be seen.
You're not yourself the theory says,
But I can help, your complex pays.
Anothers hope, anothers game,
Anothers loss, anothers gain.
Sartre had an idea from the confusion of his brain,
Then there were a thousand more indulging in his pain,
Revelling in isolation and existential choice;
Can you trully be alone when you use anothers voice?
Anothers lies, anothers truth,
Anothers doubt, anothers proof.
The idea born in someones mind
Is nurtured by a thousand blind
Anonymous beings, vacuous souls,
Do you fear the confusion, your lack of control?
You lift your arm to write a name,
So caught up in the identity game.
Who do you see? Who do you watch?
Who's your leader? Which is your flock?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Who's your leader? Which is your flock?
Who's your leader? Which is your flock?
Who's your leader? Which is your flock?
Who's your leader? Which is your flock?
Einsten had an idea from the confusion of his knowledge,
Then there were a thousand more turning to advantage.
They realised that their god was dead,
So they reclaimed power through the bomb instead.
Anothers code, anothers brain,
They'll shower us all in deadly rain,
Jesus had an idea from the confusion of his soul,
Then there were a thousand more waiting to take control.
The guilt is sold, forgiveness bought,
The cross is there as your reward.
Anothers love, anothers pain,
Anothers pride, anothers shame.
Do you watch at a distance from the side you have chosen?
Whose answers serve you best? Who'll save you from confusion?
Who will leave you an exit and a comfortable cover?
Who will take you so near their edge, but never drop you over?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Chorus: Cause a disturbance, don't let this slide by
Do you want to end up a McDonalds french fry?
Atomic power, atomic power, death shower, maggies power
The dust is settling, ticking in your brain
Ain't imagination gonna blow you away
Who cares a fuck as it's work for the people?
Compromised labour you build your death with
Cheaper goodies, more time with the family
Don't be fooled with their gestures of equality
The only thing that's equal is your own rotting corpse
Staring at each other to see who'll make it first
Chorus
She holds it over you, you won't hear a thing
No great contender to help the people win
Another white paper gets waved in the air
A victory for the modern world
But you won't be there
Are you gonna let it shower over you?
The new great energy that sucks off yours
Giving all you wanted as it settles in your pores
Make it known just this once that people ain't toys
Cause a disturbance, cause a fucking noise
Atomic power is just another of their ploys
To build their firepower and defend the nation
They expose us to contamination
Contamination etc..
Contains the nation, that old sensation
Contamination etc..
Cause a disturbance, cause a fucking noise
Atomic power is just another of their ploys
Tiring moments, fucked up minds
Empty faces, eyes that are blind
Flick through the papers, car crash death
Vacant pages offer no breath
Of hope, future, possibility
To those fucked up mindless people who haven't got the eyes
To see that the pages of The Guardian or the pages of The Sun
Are just a load of fucking lies, are just a fucking con
Why do they feed us rubbish? Why do they feed us shit?
Is this really what they think we want?
Scrapings from the pit?
Why don't they give us something which isn't just their lies
Their own particular angle from their own unseeing eyes?
I'm the chairman of the bored, and I'm asking for some truth
I'm the chairman of the bored, and I'm looking for some proof
That there's something more than their fucked up game
That their mindless lives and mine aren't the same
I'm looking for something that I can call my own
Which ain't a Ford Cortina or a mortgage on a home
I'm the chairman of the bored, ad I'm asking for some truth
What now? Now you would destroy the earth,
Dry the river beds.
What now? Now in your control, birth and death,
Dry the bodies, incadescent in the heat.
Your fire is melting both soil and soul,
In plan maybe, is that not enough?
Your war and raving of it is so total,
You're consumed by it as you'd consumed us.
Would you see the fire from your sanctuary of death?
What terrible pain you need to hide,
In your hatred you'd seek to destroy the earth,
What is it that you have been denied?
Your mind and its rantings are so barren,
What the fuck are you thinking? What the fuck?
Your eyes and their vision, empty, staring,
What the fuck are you seeing? What the fuck?
What now? Now you would destroy the earth,
Dry the river beds.
What now? Now in your control, birth and death,
Dry the bodies, incadescent in the heat.
So singular your motives, yet impossible to define,
How finely lined my destiny in the cobwebs of your crime.
So insular your future, so alien your plan,
Take all of this if you will and I'll take what I can.
A town that is no more,
My god, you say, what have I done?
But you won't heed what's gone before,
What pity?, you say, There is none.
And so you drive the world to war,
But this war will not be lost or won,
The desolation that you've seen but never saw
Is the lesson that you teach, but never learn.
But would you see the fire in the world where you exist?
Will your hard eyes register the pain?
Are you so cold that there is no distress?
Where there's death would you give death again?
No flowers in your landscape, some withered rose
Kicked amongst the corpses where they lay,
Halted where all hope died, froze,
By the horror of your acts compelled to stay.
What now? Now you would destroy the earth,
Dry the river beds.
What now? Now in your control, birth and death,
Dry the bodies, incadescent in the heat.
Unnoticed all this in your lusting after death,
How determined that your darkness should be shared.
Unnoticed in your blindness this miracle of breath,
What element of beauty attracts your cruel desire?
Would you see the burning? Is that your delight?
Would you have me see it in your stead?
Would you feel my yearning? Peace, life light,
Body, breath. Would you take all this?
What now? Now you would destroy the earth,
Dry the river beds.
What now? Now in your control, birth and death,
Dry the bodies, incadescent in the heat.
What is it that you're seeking, so cold & so deprived?
What is it that you dream of in your empty eyeless head?
Why must I share your lust of death? Can you not die alone?
Why must I share your fear of breath, light, life, PEACE?
The true romance is the ideal repression
That you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets
That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops
And the music spins you round and round looking for the props
The silken robe, the perfect little ring
Will give you the illusion when it doesn't mean a thing
Step outside into the street and staring from the wall
Is perfection of the happiness that makes you feel so small
Romance, can you dance? D'you fit the right description?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you want me for your own?
Do you love me, say you need me
So you know that I'm the one
Tell me I'm your everything, let us build a home
We can build a house for two, with little ones to follow
The proof of our normality that justifies tomorrow
Romance, romance
Do you love me? Say you do
We can leave the world behind and make it just for two
Love don't make the world go round, it holds it right in place
Keeps us thinking love's too pure to see another face
Love's another skin-trap, another social weapon
Another way to make men slaves and women at their beckon
Love's another sterile gift, another shit condition
That keeps us seeing just the one and others not existing
Woman in a holy myth, a gift of mans expression
She's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of gods repression
If we didn't have these codes for love, of tokens and positions
We'd find ourselves as lovers still, not tokens of possessions
It's a natural, it's a romance, without the power and greed
We can fight to life the cover if you want to sow a seed
Do you love me? Do you? Do you? Don't you see they aim to smother
Berkertex bride or Berkertex bribe?
The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting
For the moment of truth in this spiritual mating
The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting
To be owned, cherished, to be fucked for the naming
The public are shocked by the state of society
But as for you, you're a breath of purity
Well don't give me your morals, they're filth in my eyes
You can pack them away with the rest of your lies
The painted mask of ugly perfection
the ring on your finger, the sign of protection
Is the rape on page 3, is the soldiers obsession
How well you've been caught to support your oppression
One god. One church. One husband. One wife.
Sordid sequences in brilliant life
Supports and props and punctuation
To our flowing realities and realisations
We're talking with words that have been used before
To describe us as goddesses, mothers and whores
To describe us as women, to describe us as men
To set out the rules of the ludicrous game
And it's played ver carefully, a delicate balance
A masculine/feminine perfect alliance
Does the winner take all? What love in your grasping?
What vision is left and is anyone asking?
What vision is left and is anyone asking?
I've got 54321
I've got a red pair of high-heels on
Tumble me over, it doesn't take much
Tumble me over, tumble me, push
In my red high-heels I've no control
The rituals of repression are so old
You can do what you like, there'll be no reprisal
I'm yours, yes I'm yours, it's my means of survival
I've got 54321
Come on my love, I know you're strong
Push me hard, make me stagger
The pain in my back just doesn't matter
You force-hold me above the ground
I can't get away, my feet are bound
So I'm bound to say
That I'm bound to stay
Well today I look so good
Just like I know I should
My breasts to tempt inside my bra
My face is painted like a movie star
I've studied my flaws in your reflection
And put them to rights with savage correction
I've turned my statuesque perfection
And shone it over in your direction
So come on darling, make me yours
Trip me over, show me the floor
Tease me, tease me, make me stay
In my red high-heels I can't get away
I'm trussed and bound like an oven ready bird
But I bleed without dying and I won't say a word
Slice my flesh and I'll ride the scar
Put me into gear like your lady car
Drive me fast and crash me crazy
I'll rise from the wreckage as fresh as a daisy
These wounds leave furrows as they heal
I've travelled them, they're red and real
I know them well, they're part of me
My birth, my sex, my history
They grew with me, my closest friend
My pain's my own, my pain's my end
Clip my wings so you know where I am
I can't get lost while you're my man
Tame me so I know your call
I've stabbed my heels so I am tall
I've bound my twisted falling fall
Beautiful mute against the wall
Beautifully mutilated as I fall
Use me, don't lose me
I've got 54321
I've got a red pair of high-heels on
Strap my ankles, break my heels
Make me kneel, make me feel
Turn, turn, turn, like a clockwork doll
Put in your key and give me a whirl
Tease me, tease me, the reason to play
In my red high-heels I can't get away
I'll be your bonsai, your beautiful bonsai
Your black-eyed bonsai, erotically rotting
Will my tiny feet fit your desire?
Warped and tied I walk on fire
Burn me out, twist my wrists
I promise not to shout, beat me with your fists
Squeeze me, squeeze me, make me feel
In my red high-heels I'm an easy kill
Tease me, Tease me, make me see
You're the only one, I need to be me
Thankyou, will you take me?
Thankyou, will you make me?
Thankyou, will you break me?
Use me, don't lose me
Taste me, don't waste me
Is there anyone prepared to tell me why?
Tell me why I'm being sucked dry?
Oh yes, that is yours and this is mine
As long as the balance is out, that's fine
I don't define the terms of the oppression
Do you awake to that dull and grey depression?
You ride on me
Suck my energy
You take what you want when you want it
You reject any change that I make
You ask me for more when I've spent it
When I've given it all, you still take
Is there anyone prepared to tell me why?
Tell me why I'm being sucked dry?
Oh yes I know the lines you draw are for protection
The number given for a name is simply for detection
I know I'm only paper in a file
But couldn't you treat me as a human for a while?
You ride on me
Suck my energy
You take what you want when you want it
You reject any change that I make
You ask me for more when I've spent it
When I've given it all, you still take
Is there anyone prepared to tell me why?
Tell me why I'm being sucked dry?
You offer your protection, but insist when I decline
You offer independence, but demand I tow the line
You say you give me freedom, but you hang on to the key
Well don't you think, perhaps, the decision's up to me?
You ride on me
Suck my energy
You take what you want when you want it
You reject any change that I make
You ask me for more when I've spent it
When I've given it all, you still take
Is there anyone prepared to tell me why?
Tell me why I'm being sucked dry?
So tell me I'm dreaming if I want to live
And I'll tell you you're just scheming to make me give
More than I want to, more than I can
You don't want person, you just want woman
You hide behind logic, secure with your facts
You've a history of time to back up your claims
Protecting the future by filling up the cracks
The might expose the real nature of your games
You want woman cos she's children for your system
Well people wither in that living death
You hide behind your prejudice, afraid of my wisdom
Afraid I might question your unquestioned worth
You ride on me
Suck my energy
You take what you want when you want it
You reject any change that I make
You ask me for more when I've spent it
When I've given it all, you still take
Is there anyone prepared to tell me why?
Tell me why I'm being sucked dry?
Used as a tool? Treated like a fool?
Shat on? Spat on?
Totally confused?
Fucked up? Mucked up?
Totally abused?
Pulled about? Fooled about?
Treated like a toy?
Joked about? Poked about?
Something to destroy?
Tricked? Kicked?
Roll up, roll up, to the land of dreams.
We weave and spin a web of fantasy.
We touch on the pain and fear.....
Then whisk you back to the consumer world.
Touch the surfaces smooth the veneer,
While three-quarters of the world starves.
What do you care?
The glitter continuing to glitter
The tinsel showers and Tinkerbell
Waves the magic wand.
Sell sell buy buy.
You know the name of the game.....
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence.
They sit on the fence;
Real people stand against
And say they have the best intention,
Just a rip-off trick, it's always hip
To keep in with dissention
And if an arms dealer is the record boss,
The record labels can run'em at a loss.
It's money well spent to control the dross
What they don't break gets bent.... John.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
The people are fooled by the parasites who mindlessly entertain
And take rich pickings fom the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their pain
While the clowns in the pantomine don't give a toss
And sing about fucks and fads and loss
Sliding around in a genital froth,
Our world slips down the drain.
That's really really wonderful.
Well off the wall.
That's really really marvellous.
Sitting on the fence.
Really terrific well out to lunch.
That really is a buzz sitting on the fence.
Preening and posing in a life of pretence,
In a cynical mockery of caring,
Well you can't see a turd in a barrel of shit
If that's their idea of sharing.
Yeah peace is in so dump an old track
Buy a little cred with the Greenham pack,
The biz is keen to kill or catch,
As the people scream they're cheering.
All right Jack. All right Jill.
The pen is mighty and looks can kill.
All right Jack. All right Jill.
In one hand a gift in the other a bill.
We've seen their best and we're not impressed,
So lets get priorities straight.
A hamper from Harrods and the patronising gestures
Ain't gonna change the state.
While the people who care are prepared to act,
The pantomine clowns keep the system intact,
Shamming a commitment they so obviously lack.
The love they sing is hate.... fakes.
All right Jack shit on the fence.
All right Jill shit on the fence.
All right Jack shit on the fence.
All right Jack you shit on the fence.
But the fence, the fence, is owned by America.
Sit on the fence, owned by America.
They make no pretence, it's owned by America.
Sitting on the fence, owned by America.
On their side American troopers and bombs
On our side the trash and consumer cons
We've been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed
But the spirit is untouched... look out...
Smach the Mac, smach the Mac,
Smach the Mac, smach the Big Mac.
Smach the Mac, smach the Mac,
Smach the Mac, smach the Big Mac.
Bronco burgers, burnt out brains,
Sterile fat, deadly rain,
Chemical colours, Kentucky creams,
Cut your teeth on American.... dreams
Stickin chicken, American grains.
Licking shittin, American reigns.
Kiddies fit in American trains.
Bombs tick in American.... planes.
Smach the Mac. You're on your back.
Smach the Mac till it won't came back.
Smach the Mac. You're on your back.
Smach the Mac so it won't came back.
American tourist, American free,
Two week tour in our misery.
A good museum but a stinking home.
The natives hang on the rotten.... backbone.
America owns, American wins.
Comes in packets bottles tins.
Blind our eyes, fills our ears
It's been our soul for twenty.... years.
Smach the Mac. American tack.
Smach the Mac, smach the big Mac.
Smach the Mac, make it crack.
Smach the Mac, smach the big Mac.
We stand among your war machines looking for the light
Squaddies grunts and filth sip pepsi-cola wait to fight...
The bricks of our world
That you cover in plastic
Will sail through your plate-glass windows.
E.T. go home...
E.T. go home...
Mickey Mouse fuck off.
Don't want a life of lies and pretence
Don't want to play at attack and defense
Just want my own life. I want to be free
So you can be you, and I can be me.
Respectable businessman smart and secure
Eat the fat of the land that they robbed from the poor
The butcher is smiling as he brings down the knife
As he cuts up the meat, he thinks of the wife
As eminent psychiatrists suffer paranoid fits
The ones they call mad have to pick up the bits
The preachers speaks calmly, says it's love that we lack
While his imaginary dagger is held at our back
Don't want a life of lies and pretence
Don't want to play at attack and defense
Just want my own life. I want to be free
So you can be you, and I can be me.
In bed you're the master or mistress, who cares?
Abusing each other as your work off your fears
Go climb a mountain, go fuck a scout
Avoidance of self is what it's about
Pretence and illusion to avoid who you are
Don't work on yourself, just polish the car
Switch on the telly afraid you might find
That as well as a body you've also a mind
Cheap glossy surface to cover the lie
Cheap easy answers to the what, where and why
Media drivel, yet you still watch the screen
Life ain't for real, it's a magazine
Conned from the start but hang onto the lies
You're a slave to the cathode ray paradise
You don't want the world, you just want the pics
Media junkies, you'd die for a fix
Don't want a life of lies and pretence
Don't want to play at attack and defense
Just want my own life. I want to be free
So you can be you, and I can be me.
So you say you'll regret it, well that's maybe a start
But it's so fucking easy to act out a part
Say you'll reject it, but still toe the line
Conning yourself that you're doing just fine
Anarchy, freedom, more games to play?
Fight war, not wars? Well it's something to say
Slogans and badges worn without thought
Instant identities so cheaply bought
Well freedom ain't product, it just isn't fun
You're looking for peace your work's just begun
Fighting oppression, aggression and hate
Fighting warmongers before it's too late
We've got to fight back to show that we care
For so many years we've been silenced by fear
Our lives have been ruined by liars and fools
The powerful and greedy who bind us with rules
Politicians and preachers who bind us with laws
Stolen our peace and given us wars
They've used us as means to their own violent ends
Turned us against each other, made foes out of friends
They've distorted, perverted, polluted our lives
They've brainwashed the world with their sordid beliefs
They seek to possess, control and corrupt
If it's freedom we're after, they've got to be stopped.
Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden, last vision the lark is flame.
The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen, the gentle eye, the dispensable perfection.
Before the flash takes two weeks' food, pile the sacks of earth and hide. All of us here know it, we grew it.
Fighting amongst ourselves, leaving bits of flesh on barbed wire, a little blood on the floor.
Locks and bars across the door, well versed in violation, our children beat each other in the garden.
Our failure to accept the earth, we talk of love but push it to the edge. Push it to the edge.
This is no natural aggression composing death, I am afraid for beauty when I see the fist,
The perfect hand that turns against itself, the perfect hand that holds a gun or wields a butcher's blade, or leads to death,
Leads to death the used-up bull or incarcerates the hopeless fool or takes the forest with a single flame
Leaves the nest an empty shell. Human kind condemns the hunting beast yet their own choice leaves behind such ragged meat.
The military dream of blood, their sweet wine flowing in the veins of men who work towards our bloody end.
They fly Enola gaily, give birth to this waiting... waiting, give us the reality of our hatred, give the earth nothing.
Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire... three last days on the earth, I lay down to die in the grass.
Cor blimey
Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big 'un,
Cop an eyeful of this muscular arm.
Being tough'n'tough is my kind of fun
But, of course I never do no harm.
Ain't my fault I like cracking bones,
Gives me a funny kind of thrill,
And I can't help smiling at the pathetic moans,
When I go in for the kill.
Tribal wars are raging, there's a battlefield on the street,
There's games to play
And hell to pay
When the rival tribal rebels meet.
Why can't people just leave me be?
Can't help doing what I do,
I'll do anybody who ain't like me
So forget your what, why or who.
I ain't got no purpose and I don't give a fuck,
I never asked for this life.
If you're looking for reasons you're out of luck,
I'll show you the point with my knife.
Tribal wars are raging, no-one's safe out on their own,
The gangs are about
And they scream and shout,
So you'd better not be caught alone.
I did it cos there ain't nothing else to do,
Nowhere'll let me in..
It ain't my fault I want to hurt and screw
So I've destroyed every place where I've been.
I had trouble at the local so they won't serve me there,
I just had to chivvy up this bloke,
Left him with a smile cut from ear to ear.
But the bleeder never got the joke.
I used to have a bird but I put her up the spout
So I had to tell her where to get off.
Well, you can't blame me if I want to get about,
If you're a man you've gotta be tough.
I used to go down the cafe for tea
But my boot got attacked by the door,
So now it ain't open for the likes of me
And we're back on the streets like before.
Tribal wars are raging, our heroes are standing tall,
But the truth of the matter,
If you cut out the patter,
Is that pride always comes before the fall.
They can stand on the corner
With their violence and their hate,
Stand there and fester
Till they've left it too late
To realise it's themselves they've put their on the spot
Cos they've wasted the one and only life that they've got.
Tribal wars are raging, everyone's acting out bad parts,
Hey big man, take a look at yourself it's in the mirror that the real war starts.
Who needs lobotomy when we've got the ITV
Who needs ECT when there's good old BBC?
Switch on the set, light up the screen
Fantasise and dream about what you might have been
Who needs controlling when they've got the cathode ray
They've got your fucking soul, now they'll fuse your brains away
Mindless fucking morons sit before the set
Being fed the mindless rubbish they deserve to get
Can't switch off big brother, they've lost all will to act
Lost in drab confusion, was it fiction, was it fact?
Another plastic bullet stuns another Irish child
But no-one's really bothered, no, the telly keeps them mild
They've lost all sense of feeling to the every hungry glow
Drained of any substance by the vicious telly blow
No longer know what's real or ain't, slowly going blind
They stare into the goggle box while the world goes by, behind
The Angels are on T.V. tonight, grey puke fucking shit
They army occupy Ireland, but the boot will never fit
Was it Coronation Street? Or was it Londonderry?
Oh it doesn't fucking matter, Paul Daniels'll keep us merry
Yes, I've heard of Bobby Sands, wasn't it Emmerdale Farm?
Yes, that's right, he was kicked by a cow
I hope it didn't do him no harm
And wasn't the Holocaust terrible, good thing it wasn't for real
Of course I've heard of H-Block, it's the baccy with man appeal
Deeper and deeper and deeper, layer upon layer
Illusion, confusion, is there anyone left who can care?
Yes, the Abbey National cares for you
Nat West, and Securicor
Well brings out the Branston bren-guns
Let's spice it up some more
The Sweeney are cruising Brixton, created another Belfast
And J.R.'s advising Thatcher on lighting, make up and cast
A thousand camera lenses point at the people's pain
As millions of mindless morons watch the action replay again
Action replay again
Softly, softly, into your life, you're held in it's brilliant glow
Softly, softly, feeding itself on the you you'll never know
You're life's reduced to nothing, but an empty media game
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Fuck off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun
Big man's jerk off dreamland, looking down the barrel of a gun
Friggin' in the riggin' another imperialist farce
Another page of British history to wipe the national arse
The royals donated Prince Andrew as a show of their support
Was it just luck the only ship that wasn't struck was the one on which he fought?
Three cheers for good old Andy, let's take a pic for his mum
And stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal album
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Onward Thatcher's soldiers, it's your job to fight...
And, you know, I don't really give a toss if the cause is wrong or right,
My political neck means more to me than the lives of a thousand men,
If I felt it might be of use to me I'd do it all over again.
The Falklands was really a coverup job to obscured the mistakes I've made,
And you know I think gamble I took could certainly be said to have paid.
With unemployment at an all-time high and the country falling apart
I, Winston Thatcher, reign supreme in this great nations' heart.
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
While the men who fought her battles are still expected to suffer
Thatcher proves in parliament that she's just a fucking nutter
The iron lady's proved her metal, has struck with her fist of steel
Has proved that a heart that is made out of lead is a heart that doesn't feel
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Now Thatcher says... Oh raunchy Ron, we've fought our war
Now it's your turn to prove yourself in El Salvador
I've employed Micheal Heseltine to deal with P.R.
He's an absolute prick, but a media star
He'll advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile plan
Then at last I'll have a penis just like every other man
They can call it penis envy, but they'll pay the price for it...
But the peasants are hungry Mags, Let them eat shit
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Who the fuck cares, we're all having fun?
Mums and dads happy as their kids play with guns
The media loved it, when all's said and done...
Britain's bulldog's off the leash said the Sun
As the Argies and Brits got crippled or died
The bulldog turned around and crapped in our eyes.
Brit wit, hypocrite, don't you yet realise
You're not playing with toys, you're playing with lives...
You piss straight up in your self-righteous rage
Wilfs, goms and gimps in the nuclear age
Four minute warning, what a shock,
Well balls to you rocket cock
You're old and you're ill and you're soon going to die
You've got nothing to lose if you fill up the skies
You'd take us all with you, yeah, it's tough at the top
You slop bucket, shit filled, puss ridden, death pimp snot..YAH FUCK
Tired bored sad people, tired bored sad lives
Endless cars on endless roadways endless shopfronts with endless lies
Even the winners, even the punters, tight lipped packages, think it's bad
Can't imagine a revolution could deal with anything so sad
It's all set up so you can't do it
Not let up so you don't make it
All arranged so you can't have it
All enclosed so you won't take it
Set in little pockets of isolation
Separated by regulation
Crushed for product in a rich man's passion
Relative ration for the ration nation
Tear a bit, smash a bit, cause a little pain
That's a contribution then they build it up again
Fool yourself thinking it's a holyheld belief
When all the time it's just another light relief
Oh boredom psychological stunt
You never really feel it when you're up at the front
It doesn't really matter where the hell it's going
As long as everybody has the hot blood flowing....
Excitement and thrills, Will put off the ills
Radical frills, docility pills
New Wave, splash in the plan
Real music by dildo dan
Tired old discos, shame balam
Soddern modern christ, futurists again
Play the machine
Crank up the dream
We're just what we seem
Know what I mean?
But no-one can wipe out the last five years
There's other ways of living than in supergloo pairs
Marry me darling? Fuck off, creep!
Tired and lonely, life on the cheap
Didn't plan it, but now we're very happy
Another poor fucker drowns in its nappy
Bakunin and bollocks and fun and farts
Hit the right fantasy and come up the charts
Buy now, pay as you go,
Buy now, say hello.
You can put a mortgage on your life
To enter Shoppers' Paradise.
A trade-in for your dignity
A lovely colour console T.V.
To watch and cherish as the days slip by,
And dream of the things that money can buy .
Brushed chrome shit, plastic crap,
My life and my vision is worth more than that.
Plate glass ghetto, shopping spree,
I'm no fucking commodity.
Lusting for objects, white wall refrigerator.
Cut off your fingers and buy a vibrator.
Get them while it lasts, your time is running out.
It's a new mink coal, that's what life's all about.
A new tank, a new bomb, awaits you in the store.
Is life all that shallow that you're reaching out for more?
Start planning now for a family plot.
A satin-lined bunker where your corpses can rot.
Well there's nothing for sale here, no day-glo gore.
And I ain't no waxed-up showroom whore.
I don't need carrots in front of my eyes.
Man made pre-fab, polyester lies.
Or sexy glossy adverts left on my mat.
I live with my needs, I don't need that.
I don't need a yacht to take a cruise.
Don't need a telephone in the loo.
Won't barter my soul for a rip-joint sale.
Excess is just another nouveau jail.
Don't want to grow fat off the fat of the land,
Or to choke on the greed of public command.
Thirty years with one foot in the grave.
Possession junkie, consumer slave.
If money buys freedom it's already spent.
Your object's the subject of my contempt.
Buy now, pay as you go,
Buy now, say hello.
Bye bye,
Bye bye.
Same old stuff, you've heard it all before
Crass being crass about the system, or is it war?
We ain't got no humour, we don't know how to laugh
If you don't fucking like it - fucking tough!
Cos I'm the same old monkey in the same old zoo
Same old message trying to get through
Screaming from the platform when the train ain't even there
I've got a one way ticket, but I don't fucking care
If what I've got to say is always much the same
It's cos the game the system plays is still the same old game
Senile idiots in their seats of power
Ancient rotting corpses breathing horror by the hour
They're lovers of death the fucking creeps
Screwing our earth, as our earth weeps
Iron ladies, steel men
Waiting for their fucking war to start again
Blood lusting nutters plan death for us all
They'll be hiding in their bunkers as we watch the missiles fall
Ain't they just so decent, respectable and nice
Eating the fat of the land while it's us that pay the price
Westminster's full of psychopaths with blood clots 'stead of brains
Flesh hungry vultures picking our remains
Shitting on the world they've shat on many times before
Fucked it good and proper in the name of law
Well bollocks to the lot of you and you can fuck off too
If you're bored with what I say, no-one's asking you
Just fuck off and have your fun
Hoist your Jolly Roger and wave your plastic gun
With your painted faces and your elegant style
How about trying to think for a while?
As your decorate your lifestyle with cheap consumer bliss
Forget about loving, it's your arse you're going to kiss
As long as they've got you under their thumb
With T.V. lobotomy and media fun
They'll have their way with you, what more can I say?
Shaved women collaborators
Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,
Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,
Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,
Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,
Screamin babies,
Shaved women collaborators
Shaved women are they traitors?
Dead bodies all around
Screaming babies
Screaming babies
Screaming babies
Shaved women instigators
Shaved women are they traitors?
Screaming babies
Screaming babies
Shaved women shooting dope
Shaved women disco dancing
Screaming babies
Screaming babies
Shaved women collaborators
Shaved women are they traitors?
Shaved women all around
Screaming babies
Screaming babies
Screaming babies
Shaved women instigators
Shaved women are they traitors?
Screaming babies
Screaming babies
Shaved women shooting dope
Shaved women disco dancing
Screaming babies
Screaming babies
Screaming babies
Screaming babies
Screaming babies
Screaming babies
In all our decadence people die
In all our decadence people die
In all our decadence people die
In all our decadence people die, etc.
Chorus: Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof
In the beginning they said there was light
There ain't much left of it now
We're lost in the darkness, searching sound and sight
Of an answer to the what, where or how
We're talking 'bout freedom while we're locked in a cell
Dreaming of a world without war
Forced to live on the boundaries of hell
Like no-one's ever thought of peace before
What's the point of preaching peace if it's something you don't feel?
What's the point of talking love if you think that love ain't real?
Where's the hope in hopelessness? Where's the truth in lies?
Don't try to hold my hand if you can't look me in the eyes
Chorus
In the beginning they said there was light
But somebody's burnt out the fuse
And now we're all lost in eternal night
Looking for a candle to use
Lots of little candles, isolated hope
Frail little flames in the gale
Lost little people who just can't cope
Knocking their heads on the nail
What's the point of talking freedom if you just protect yourself?
What's the point of preaching sharing as you accumulate your wealth?
It's so easy to be giving if the things you give ain't real
It's easy to lie if your ignore the things you feel
Chorus
In the beginning they said there was light
But we never had the eyes to see
But rather than struggling or putting up a fight
We ran like lemmings to the sea
No-one really wants to get it all together
It's easier to just grab what you can
Everybody's going it, hell for leather
Building little castles in the sand
Hypocrisy, delusion, lies, pretence, deceit
Think only of yourself and the world's at your feet
I don't believe the things you say, you make bullshit of the truth
The game you play's offensive and you life's the living proof
Chorus (x 2)
In the beginning they said there was light
But I'm tired of hearing their lies
I'm tired of deceit, gonna put up a fight
I'm going to use my own eyes
Gonna make MY decisions, live my own life
They can keep their darkness and gloom
Hypocrisy, trickery, I've had enough
They can keep their destruction and doom
I've only one life and I'll live it my way
They can keep their restrictions and law
If they think different I'll have one thing to say
They're always there high in the skies...
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Pretty as a picture in the generals' eyes
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
They've done it once, they'll do it again
They'll shower us all in their deadly rain
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Fishing children fish in the Imperial Waters
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Sons and lovers, lovers and daughters
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Cherry Blossom hanging on the cherry blossom tree
Flash, blinding flash, then there's nothing to see
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Dying they're still dying, one by one
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Darkness in the land of the rising sun
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Lesson learnt the lesson? No, cos no one really cares
It's so easy to be silent just to cover up your fears
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
So they die in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
And live with the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Will you stand by and let it happen again?
Nightmare death in the deadly rain
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Live with the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
And die in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nightmare comes in deadly rain
Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, rain
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Manmade power, manmade pain, Nagasaki nightmare
Deadly rain, deadly rain, Nagasaki nightmare
They'll do it again, shower us in rain
Deadly, deadly, deadly rain
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki Nightmare
Our boys have returned as men, our men.
Our men have returned, amen.
The spoils of war. The hero, the lads, men pulled together for war.
Set out to fight for the Great British flag that was waved by their thousands ashore.
Waving farewell, the girls bare it all and pull up their jumpers and skirts.
Carried away the crowd calls for more and the men felt it worth fighting for.
It's all gone before, sexy Sue, saucy Jane, The pin-up that's carried to battle.
The mascot that marks in every plane, every gun, markers of death,
Symbols of men,
In whose name we are slaughtered like cattle.
In every good war there's a nude on the wall, to keep the men happy and straight.
A saucy ole joke lads, it's all harmless fun, when we hit land, who shall we rape?
Ah, the spoils of war, the knickers, the bras, momentos to give you support.
While the bombs drop around, you fumble in dreams, with blank eyes see the corpses you've fought.
Our boys have gone away, our boys,
Our boys have gone away.
Our men have returned all tattered and burned,
Our men have returned, amen.
The guns point their muzzles away to the land and below deck the men throw darts
The nipples are bullseyes, the head count for less and there's no points for hitting the heart.
Shapely Jane, 25, said Those lovely real he-men no red-blooded girl can deny
Are there for the taking, but it's all so frustrating if your married and already tied.
But bare it all girls and have all the dreams of dashing young soldiers so brave,
Send him a garter, a cross, love ever after, for soon he will be in his grave.
Ah, those rotting young men who all did their duty are sinking away in the sea
And they've missed, just for them, the 'Invincible panties', displayed in The Sun, page three,
The bodies of war, the pin-up, the corpses,
Flesh that is perfect and torn,
The breast that is curved, that is pink and seductive,
The breast that is ripped and laid bare,
The beckoning arms, the legs that are parted,
The welcoming look and the wink,
The arms that are shredded, the legs that are no more,
The face that is rotten and stinks.
(The sickness of war, the men gone before, good luck and God speed you away
The madonna is there, stripped naked and bare on the door, she will show you the way.)
Our boys have gone away, our boys
Our boys have gone away.
Our men have returned all tattered and burned
Our men have returned, amen.
User, abuser, the conquering man makes use of spoils of war,
Confirming the glory, the woman is raped and the soldiers rename her as 'whore',
Their bodies are torn and disfigured in their heads life is never the same,
From the wall saucy Sal is still smiling as the nightmare is caught in his pain,
Her body still perfect and tempting is blistered with blood of his tears,
His body confused and still frightened turns from the truth that he fears,
His friends that were killed for the reason of war that is fought over lies,
The pin-up remains ever after immortal as all around dies.
Our boys have gone away,
Our boys, our boys have gone away.
Our men have returned all tattered and burned,
Our men have returned, amen, amen, AMEN.
Gotcha
Gotcha, you Argie bastard, gotcha, you fucking spik,
Gotcha, you latin bender, gotcha, you dago prick...
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Our boys have got it right...
Right now, rule Brittania, right now, Britain rules the waves,
Right now, Britain never, never, never will be slaves
Gotcha, you Argie bastard, gotcha, you dago gimp,
Gotcha, you motherfucker, gotcha, you greasy pimp...
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Our boys have got it right...
Right now, God save her majesty, right now, raise the Union Jack
Right now, God save Margaret Thatcher, she'll claim our empire back
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now,
Thatcher's got it right...
That is Thatcher's Britain built on national pride,
Built on national heritage and the bodies of those who died
To wave the flag on the Falklands, to protect us from the Irish hordes,
To support the rich in their difficult task of protecting themselves from the poor
Yes, this is Thatcher's Britain, so let's increase the strength of the police
Let's expand the military, let's all arm for peace
Let's suppress all opposition, let's keep the people down
Let's resurrect past histories for the glory of the crown
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now,
Thatcher's got it right...
Right now, God save Prince Charlie, right now, God bless his wife,
Right now, God bless their fortune, God bless their privileged...
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Our boys have got it right
Gotcha, you Argie bastard, gotcha, you fucking (prog),
Gotcha, you (pleny) arsehole, gotcha, you bloody wog...
Right now, let's back Britain, right now, let's tighten up it's laws
Right now, Let's up and atom, let's rally to the cause...
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Thatcher's got it right...
Gotcha, you Argie bastards, gotcha, you commmie scum,
Gotcha, you bloody scoundel, gotcha, you paki bum,
Gotcha, you thieving arab, gotcha, you slit-eyed gook,
Gotcha, you dirty browner, gotcha, you pacifist poof,
Gotcha, you senile cripple, gotcha, you dirty whore,
We'll get all benders and many more.
Fuck the politically minded, here's something I want to say,
About the state of nation, the way it treats us today.
At school they give you shit, drop you in the pit,
You try, you try, you try to get out, but you can't because they've fucked you about.
Then you're a prime example of how they must not be,
This is just a sample of what they've done to you and me.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
Don't want me anymore, cos I threw it on the floor.
Used to call me sweet thing, I'm nobody's plaything,
And now that I am different, 'd love to bust my head,
You'd love to see me cop-out, 'd love to see me dead.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
The living that is owed to me I'm never going to get,
They've buggered this old world up, up to their necks in dept.
They'd give you a lobotomy for something you ain't done,
They'll make you an epitomy of everything that's wrong.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
Don't take any notice of what the public think,
They're so hyped up with T.V., they just don't want to think.
They'll use you as a target for demands and for advice,
When you don't want to hear it they'll say you're full of vice.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
We're looking for a better world, but what do we see?
Just hatred, poverty, aggression, misery
So much money spent on war
When three quarters of the world is so helplessly poor
Major General Despair sits at his desk, planning a new mode of attack
He's quite unconcerned about chance or risk
The Major General's a hard nut to crack
Oh yes, he designs a cruise missile, tactically sound, operationally OK
While the starving crawl onto the deathpile
They can't avoid their fate another day
Attack on the mind, but he calls it defence
But I ask you again who's it for?
Do the starving millions who don't stand a chance
Hope to benefit by his stupid war?
Babies crippled with hunger before they could walk
Mothers with dry breasts cry dry tears
And meanwhile Major General Despair gives a talk
On increasing the war budget over the years
How can they do it, these men of steel
How can they plot destruction, pain?
Is it the only way they can feel
By killing again and again?
Is it some part of themselves that has died
That permits them to plan as they do?
Or is it us that is dead, do we simply hide
From the responsibility to stop what they do?
There's so many of us, yet we let them have their way
As this moment they're plotting and planning
We've got to rise up to take their power away
To save the world that they're ruining
They're destroying the world with their maggot-filled heads
Death, pain and mutilation
They've got the responsibility of millions of dead
Yet they're still bent on destruction
The generals and politicians who advocate war
Should be made to wade in the truth of it
They should spend sleepless nights shivering with fear
And by day time should crawl in the deathpit
They'll find the truth of what they've done there
Festering corpses they and their kind made
Eyeless skulls that endlessly stare
Having seen the truth of military trade
The earth was our home, the wind and the air
The blue sky, the grass and the trees
But these masters of war, what do they care?
Only sentiments, these
It's our world but through violence they took it away
Took dignity, happiness, pride
They took all the colours and changed them to grey
With the bodies of millions that died
They destroy real meaning through their stupid games
Make life a trial of fear
They destroy what values we have with their aims
Make us feel it's wrong if we care
Well, we do care, it's our home they've been at it too long
If it's a fight they want, it's beginning
Throughout history, we've been expected to sing their tired song
But now it's OUR turn to lead the singing
Fight war, not wars, make peace, not war
Fight war, not wars, we know you've heard it before
Fight war, not wars, make peace, not war
Fight war, not wars, make love, not war
We burn our mistakes and we watch as they burn.
We've been here so long, we've got nothing to learn
And we put all the nastiest bits in your media bag
Angela Rippon
Kenneth Kendal
Robert Dougal
Richard Baker
We put all the nastiest shits in your media bag
Feel pretty solid, can move pretty smooth
Yeah, but I'm learning I've got nothing to lose
And you put all the nastiest licks in your media slag.
Fucking watch out
I am about, I can
And I don't have to pretend anymore
System, system, system.
Death in life.
System, system, system.
The surgeons knife.
System, system, system.
Hacking at the cord.
System, system, system.
A child is born.
Poor little fucker, poor little kid,
Never asked for life, no she never did.
Poor little baby, poor little mite,
Crying out for food as her parents fight.
Crying out for food as her parents fight.
System, system, system.
Send him to school.
System, system, system.
Force him to crawl.
System, system, system.
Teach him how to cheat.
System, system, system.
Kick him off his feet.
Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad,
They'll pat him if he's good and they'll beat him if he's bad.
Poor little kiddy, poor little chap,
They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap.
They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap.
System, system, system.
They'll teach her how to cook.
System, system, system.
Teach her how to look.
System, system, system.
They'll teach her all the tricks,
System, system, system.
Create another victim for their greasy pricks.
Poor little girly, poor little wench,
Another little object to prod and pinch.
Poor little sweety, poor little filly,
They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly.
They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly.
System, system, system.
He's grown to be a man.
System, system, system.
Taugh to fit the plan.
System, system, system.
Forty years of jobs.
System, system, system.
Pushing little buttons, pulling little knobs.
Poor fucking worker, poor little serf,
Working like a mule for half of what he's worth.
Poor fucking grafter, poor little gent,
Working for the cash that he's already spent.
Working for the cash that he's already spent.
He's selling his life,
She's his loyal wife,
Timid as a mouse,
She's got her litlle house,
He's got his little car,
And they share the cocktail bar
She likes to cook his meals,
You know, something that appeals.
Sometimes he works til late
So his supper has to wait,
But she doesn't really mind
Cos he's getting overtime.
He likes to put a bit away
Just for that rainy day,
Cos every little counts
As the cost of living mounts.
They do the pools each week
Hoping for that lucky break.
Then they'd take a trip abroad,
Do all the things they can't afford.
She'd really like to have a fur,
He's like a bigger car.
They could buy a bungalow,
With a Georgian door for show.
He might think of leaving work,
But no, he wouldn't like a shirk.
He'd much prefer to stay
And get his honest days pay.
He's got a life of work ahead,
There's no rest for the dead.
She's tried to make it nice,
He's said thankyou once or twice.
System, system, system.
Deprived of any hope.
System, system, system.
Taught they couldn't cope.
System, system, system.
Slaves right from the start.
System, system, system.
Til death do them part.
Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair,
Had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care.
Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks,
Victims of the system and it's cruel jokes.
Victims of the system and it's cruel jokes.
The couple views the wreckage
And dreams of home sweet home,
They'd almost paid the mortgage,
You're paying for prisons, you're paying for war
Paying for lobotomies, you're paying for law
Paying for their order, paying for their murder
Paying for your ticket to watch the farce
Knowing you've made your contribution
To the systems fucked solution
To political pollution
No chance of revolution
No chance of change
You've got no range
Don't just take it, don't take their shit
Don't play their game, don't take their blame
USE YOUR OWN HEAD, your turn instead
It's not apologise, It's not economise
It's not make do, It's not pull through
It's not take it, It's not make it
It's not just you, It's not madmen
It's not difficult, It's not behave
It's not, oh well, just this once
It's fucking impossible
It's fucking unbearable
It's fucking stupid
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence.
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there - like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it, but not being touched by it.
(We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our birth were we aware of it.
We never asked for war, nor in the struggle to realisation did we feel there was a need for it.
We never asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood were we conscious of its darkness.)
HOW DOES IT FEEL?
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.
Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life,
Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice.
Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood,
Your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had.
You smile in the face of the death cause you are so proud and vain,
Your inhumanity stops you from realising the pain
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
You never wanted peace or solution,
From the start you lusted after war and destruction.
Your blood-soaked reason ruled out other choices,
Your mockery gagged more moderate voices.
So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought.
Iron Lady with your stone heart so eager that the lesson be taught
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.
Throughout our history you and your kind
Have stolen the young bodies of the living
To be twisted and torn in filthy war.
What right have you to defile those birth?
What right have you to devour that flesh?
What right to spit on hope with the gory madness
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.
You accuse us of disrespect for the dead,
But it was you who slaughtered out of national pride.
Just how much did you care? What respect did you have
As you sent those bodies to their communal grave?
You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all,
That once living flesh defiled in the hell
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
You use those deaths to achieve your ends still,
Using the corpses as a moral blackmail.
You say "Think of what those young men gave"
As you try to bind us in your living death,
Yet we do think of them, ice cold and silence
In the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war!
"Bloody Revolution"
by Crass originally
recorded 1980
You talk about your revolution, well, that's fine
But what are you going to be doing come the time?
Are you going to be the big man with the tommy-gun?
Will you talk of freedom when the blood begins to run?
Well, freedom has no value if violence is the price
Don't want your revolution, I want anarachy and peace
Chorus: You talk of over throwing power with violence as your tool
You speak of liberation and when the people rule
Well ain't it people rule right now, what differnce would there be?
Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me
But what about those people who don't want your new restrictions?
Those that disagree with you and have their own convictions?
You say thay've got it wrong becuase they don't agree with you
So when the recolution comes you'll have to run them through
Yet you say that revoution will bring freedom for us all
Well freedom just ain't freedom when your back's against the wall
Chorus
Will you indoctrinate the masses to serve your new regime?
And simply do away with those whose views are too extreme?
Transportation details could be left to British rail
Where Zyklon B sucessed, North Sea Gas will fail
It's just the same old story of man destroying man
We've got to look for other answers to the problems of this land
Chorus
Vive la revolution, people of the world unite
Stand up of courage, it's your job to fight
It all seems very easy, this revolution game
But when you start to really play thing won't be quite the same
Your intellectual theories on how it's going to be
Don't seem to take into accoutn the true reality
Cos the truth of what you're saying, as you sit there sipping beer
Is pain and death and suffering, but of course you wouldn't care
You're far too much of a man for that, if Mao did it so can you
What's the fredom of us all agaist the suffering of a few?
That's the kind of self-deception that killed ten million jews
Just the same false logic that all power-mogers use
So don't think you can fool me wiht your political tricks
Bovernment is government and all government is force
Left of right, right or left, it takes the same old course
Oppression and restriction, regulation, rule and law
The seizre of that power is all your revolution's for
You romanticise your heroes, qutoe from Marx and Mao
Well thir ideas of freedom are just oppression now
Nothing's changed for all the death that their ideas created
It's just the same fascistic games, but the rules aren't clearly stated
Nothing's really different cos all government's the same
They can call it freedom, but slavery is the game
There's nothgin that you offer but a dream of last years hero
Out of the chaos we divide
Fucked up, muddled up looking for a side
Stay on the outside, don't go in
Don't think that you can do it,
If you sell out they win
It's not like that the changes are made
Give in to them, your chances are delayed
You'll feed with your energies the things that you hate
Diluting your strength each time they say yes
Their hands are big, they've got big hands
Big hands, big hands, big hands etc...
You're talking with sounds they don't understand
Big hands etc..
They've got big mouths to shout demands
Big hands etc..
They'll let you past a couple of times
Big hands etc..
You think you're getting somewhere, you're fucking blind
Big hands etc..
This structures stretches, it'll bend but not break
Big hands etc..
This system channels any threat that you make
Big hands etc..
It will do almost anything to accomodate,
Accomodate you and your liberal ideas
You're the child in their garden
The dog on their lead
Their token to changes that are never made
Can't you see that for centuries, it's been the same
Plenty like you have been seduced to the game
The chain's still as tight, won't let in the light
Can you tell me what's different?
Whose hopes will you feed?
Will you feed their arses
Will you feed their big hands?
Chorus: Don't want a life of lies and pretence
Don't want to play at attack and defense
Just want my own life, I want to be free
So you can be you, and I can be me
Respectable businessman smart and secure
Eat the fat of the land that they robbed from the poor
The butcher is smiling as he brings down the knife
As he cuts up the meat, he thinks of the wife
As eminent psychiatrists suffer paranoid fits
The ones they call mad have to pick up the bits
The preachers speaks calmly, says it's love that we lack
While his imaginary dagger is held at our back
Chorus
In bed you're the master or mistress, who cares?
Abusing each other as your work off your fears
Go climb a mountain, go fuck a scout
Avoidance of self is what it's about
Pretence and illusion to avoid who you are
Don't work on yourself, just polish the car
Switch on the telly afraid you might find
That as well as a body you've also a mind
Cheap glossy surface to cover the lie
Cheap easy answers to the what, where and why
Media drivel, yet you still watch the screen
Life ain't for real, it's a magazine
Conned from the start but hang onto the lies
A slave to the cathode ray paradise
You don't want the world, you just want the pics
Media junkies, you'd die for a fix
Chorus
So you say you'll regret it, well that's maybe a start
But it's so fucking easy to act out a part
Say you'll reject it, but still toe the line
Conning yourself that you're doing just fine
Anarchy, freedom, more games to play?
Fight war, not wars? Well it's something to say
Slogans and badges worn without thought
Instant identities so cheaply bought
Well freedom ain't product, it just isn't fun
You're looking for peace your work's just begun
Fighting oppression, aggression and hate
Fighting warmongers before it's too late
We've got to fight back to show that we care
For so many years we've been silenced by fear
Our lives have been ruined by liars and fools
The powerful and greedy who bind us with rules
Politicians and preachers who bind us with laws
Stolen our peace and given us wars
They've used us as means to their own violent ends
Turned us against each other, made foes out of friends
They've distorted, perverted, polluted our lives
They've brainwashed the world with their sordid beliefs
They seek to possess, control and corrupt
They said that we were trash
Well the name is Crass not Clash
They can stuff their punk credentials
Cause it's them that take the cash
They won't change nothing with their fashionable talk
Their RAR badges and their protest walk
Thousands of white men standing in a park
Objecting to racism like a candle in the dark
Black man's got his problems and his way to deal with it
So don't fool yourself you're helping with your white liberal shit
If you care to take a closer look at the way things really stand
You'd see we're all just niggers to the rulers of this land
Punk was once an answer to years of crap
A way of saying no where we'd always said yep
But the moment we found a way to be free
They invented a dividing line, street credibility
The qualifying factors are politics and class
Left wing macho street fighters willing to kick arse
They said because of racism they'd come out on the street
It was just a form of fascism for the socialist elite
Bigotry and blindness, a Marxist con
Another clever trick to keep us all in line
Neat little labels to keep us all apart
To keep us all divided when the troubles start
Pogo on a Nazi, Spit upon a Jew
Vicious mindless violence that offers nothing new
Left Wing violence, Right Wing violence all seems much the same
Bully boys out fighting, it's just the same old game
Boring fucking politics that'll get us all shot
Left wing, right wing, you can stuff the lot
Keep your petty prejudice, I don't see the point
Anothers hope, anothers game
Anothers loss, anothers gain
Anothers lies, anothers truth
Anothers doubt, anothers proof
Anothers left, anothers right
Anothers peace, anothers fight
Anothers name, anothers aim
Anothers fall, anothers fame
Anothers pride, anothers shame
Anothers love, anothers pain
Anothers hope, anothers game
Anothers loss, anothers gain
Anothers lies, anothers truth
Anothers doubt, anothers proof
Anothers left, anothers right
Anothers peace, anothers fight
Marx had an idea from the confusion of his head
Then there were a thousand more waiting to be led
The books are sold, the quotes are bought
You learn them well and then you're caught
Anothers left, anothers right
Anothers peace, anothers fight
Mussolini had ideas from the confusion of his heart
Then there were a thousand more waiting to play their part
The stage was set, the costumes worn
And another empire of destruction born
Anothers name, anothers aim
Anothers fall, anothers fame
Jung had an idea from the confusion of his dream
Then there were a thousand more waiting to be seen
You're not yourself, the theory says
But I can help, your complex pays
Anothers hope, anothers game
Anothers loss, anothers gain
Satre had an idea from the confusion of his brain
Then there were a thousand more indulging in his pain
Revelling in isolation and existential choice
Can you truly be alone when you use anothers voice?
Anothers lies, anothers truth
Anothers doubt, anothers proof
The idea born in someones mind
Is nurtured by a thousand blind
Anonymous beings, vacuous souls
Do you fear the confusion, your lack of control?
You lift your arm to write a name
So caught up in the identity game
Who do you see? Who do you watch?
Who's your leader? Which is your flock?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Who's your leader? Which is your flock?
Einstein had an idea from the confusion of his knowledge
Then there were a thousand more turning to advantage
They realised that their god was dead
So they reclaimed power through the bomb instead
Anothers code, anothers brain
They'll shower us all in deadly rain
Jesus had an idea from the confusion of his soul
Then there were a thousand more waiting to take control
The guilt is sold, forgiveness bought
The cross is there as your reward
Anothers love, anothers pain
Anothers pride, anothers shame
Do you watch at a distance from the side you have chosen?
Whose answers serve you best? Who'll save you from confusion?
Who will leave you an exit and a comfortable cover
Who will take you oh so near the edge, but never drop you over?
(chorus)
What now? Now you would destroy the earth
Dry, the river beds
What now? Now in your control, birth and death
Dry, the bodies, incandescent in the heat
Your fire is melting both soil and soul
In plan maybe, is that not enough?
Your war and raving of it is so total
You're consumed by it as you'd consume us
Would you see the fire from your sanctuary of death?
What terrible pain you need to hide
In your hatred you'd seek to destroy the earth
What is it that you have been denied?
Your mind and its rantings are so barren
What the fuck are you thinking? What the fuck?
Your eyes and their vision, empty, staring
What the fuck are you seeing? What the fuck?
So singularly your motives, yet impossible to define
How finely lined my destiny in the cobwebs of your crime
So insular your future, so alien your plan
Take all of this if you will and take what I can
A town that is no more
"My God", you say, "What have I done?"
But you won't heed what's gone before
"What pity?", you say, "There is none"
And so you drive the world to war
But this war will not be lost or won
The desolation that you've seen but never saw
Is the lesson that you teach, but never learn
But would you see the fire in the world where you exist?
Will your hard eyes register the pain?
Are you so cold that there is no distress?
Where there's death would you give death again?
No flowers in your landscape, some withered rose
Kicked amongst the corpses where they lay
Halted where all hope died, froze
By the horror of your acts compelled to stay
Unnoticed all this in your lusting after death
How determined that your darkness should be shared
Unnoticed in your blindness this miracle of breath
What element of beauty attracts your cruel desire?
Would you see the burning? Is that your delight?
Would you have me see it in your stead?
Would you feel my yearning? Peace, life, light
Body, breath. Would you take all this?
What is it that you're seeking, so cold and so deprived?
What is it that you dream of in your empty eyeless head?
Why must I share your lust of death?
Can you not die alone? Why must I share your fear of breath
Doesn't take much to bring you down
There are plenty of people standing round
Wait till you slacken off just a bit
Then they fill you up with passive bullshit
It's too good. It can't last. What a shame
Watch out for the quiet ones at the back
All they want is the smallest crack
Everythings happening down the front
Innocent bystander you're the biggest runt
Fuck the punks, punks are fucked
It's too loud, awful row
They can't play, they'll give up
In the end, what a shame
Oh what a shame (x 2)
It's still the same
That's what you think
Watch out for the quiet ones at the back
All they want is the smallest crack
Everythings happening down the front
Innocent bystander you're the biggest runt
We all know, it's so bad, but we say so
What do you want? What do you want?
I'm tired of adrenalin soaked fools
Tired of idiots playing with the rules
Know it's not a thing that a man would do
But you get the same rush by jumping a bus queue
Tired of bully boys looking for a fight
I'm not a hard nut, so stuff it, right?
They really got you in a down trodden state
Hopelessly, endlessly, heavily, totally straight
What do you want? What do you want?
I'm tired of playing with vice
Tired of hash heads trying to be nice
Do you feel insulted when they pull out the dope?
Synthetic togetherness, token for a toke
Do you get a buzz when you reminisce?
"Too much man, it was better than this"
I don't want a relativity talk
If that's the bus ride, I'd think I'd rather walk
What do you want? What do you want?
I don't want it, you can take it back
I don't want to face another attack
Shits all running round looking for a crack
Wannanother corpse to put on the stack?
What do you want? What do you want?
SONG: WALLS (fun in the oven)
Desire, desire, desire, desire
Describe, desire, defile, deny
Defile, desire, deny, desire
Describe, describe, describe, describe
No air to breath inside your walls
Left to dream inside your walls
Left us in a wilderness
Well I can make my paradise
Without your walls I am alive
No body I, in rank and file
Girl and boy and man and wife
Flesh your measure with a smile
Have and hold and hold and have
Have and hold and hold and have
Desire, deny, deny, desire
Have a child to justify
Images that you apply
I won't bow my head in shame
I won't play the game the same
Without your walls I am alive
Without your walls we all survive
Without your walls no guilt to bear
Without your love, our love to share
Without your walls I am alive
They're using skateboards as spastic chairs
For the legless fuckers who fought your affairs
They're moulding babies' dummies with a permanent smile
Keep the bleeders early in rank and file
They're giving you a chance to be a plastic wrap
Around the doggies' meat can full of fucking crap
They're making little dollies, they tell you "it's a boy"
Baby brother tender love to bring you lots of joy
They're making plastic families, all neighbourly folk
So she can dress and wash them, what a fucking joke
Teaching little johnny to shoot a gun
"A terrific way", say father, "to get to know your son"
Spare parts, body parts, I'm somebody
Ever seen the legs and arms of some poor squaddy?
Signs in the food stores, advertising meat
Beef blade, chuck roast, last you all the week
They're telling you you like it, you're saying that you do
They don't have to force it and tell you how to chew
You swallow it whole, without a fucking squeak
Sitting there quietly up they creep
You think you're fucking different, you think it's you and them
If they asked you a question, you'd ask them when
You think you're hard done by, but you just want the same
Chicken thighs, human thighs, it's all the same old game
Well, you made the choice, money, sex and crime
Tight little egos asking for the time
Well I ain't got it, you can sit in your pit
Won't destroy the world,
No, they're not that crazy
Not dealing with the town hall
Not that crazy
No political solution so why should we bother?
Whose fucking head do you think they're holding it over?
FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. FIRE.
Chorus: They can't wait to use it
They can't wait to use it
They can't wait to try it out
They can't wait to use it
They've got a bomb, they've got a bomb
And they can't wait to use it on me
Twenty odd years now waiting for the flash (x2)
All of the oddballs thinking we'll be ash
Four minute warning has run on into years
Are we waiting for them to confirm our fears?
FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. FIRE.
Chorus
They can build them small
Call it tactical
Stop the fallout, make it practical
Smash the misfits who foul up their scene
Practical, tactical, killing machine
FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. FIRE.
Chorus: Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi
What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi
Another threatening glance, another macho stance
Another aggressive fist, another arsehole pissed
Another vicious threat, a stream of blood stained sweat
Another bottle waved in the air, another battle with tension and fear
Chorus
Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ain't there nothing better to give?
Why fuck up the only chance to be yourself and really live?
You tell me you're a working class loser, well what the fuck does that mean?
Is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be the only action you've seen?
Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, we've seen it all before
Muscles all akimbo as they boot down another door
Will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in another head
When you're just a pathetic victim of the media you've been fed
You're lost in your own self pity, you've bought the system's lie
They box us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the knots they tie
Okay, so you're right about one thing, no-one's got the right to shit on you
But what's the point of shitting on yourself, what's that gonna do?
Working class hero beats up middle class twit
Media labels, system's shit
When it looks like the people could score a win
The system makes sure that the boot goes in
Yeah it's the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Just another fucking rip off, a fucking media ploy
It's the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi
Punk attacked the barriers of colour, class and creed
But look at how it is right now, do you really think you're freed?
Punk once stood for freedom, not violence, greed and hate
Punk's got nothing to do with what you're trying to create
Anarchy, violence, chaos? You mindless fucking jerks
Can't you see you're talking about the way the system works
Throughout our bloody history force has been the game
The message that you offer is just the fucking same
You're puppets to the system with your mindless violent stance
That's right you fuckers, sneer at us cos we say "Give Peace A Chance"
Punk is dead you wankers, cos you killed it through and through
In your violent world of chaos, what you gonna do?
Is Top Of The Pops the way in which you show how much you care?
You take off now to the USA and spread your message there?
Well mouth and trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing
The only thing that'll ever change will be the song you sing
Cos when you've bought your Rolls Royce car and your luxury Penthouse Flat
You'll be looking down your nose and saying "Punk, dear chap, what's that?"
You'll be the working class hero with your middle class dream
And the world will be the same as the world has always been
Punk's the people's music so you can stuff your ideas of class
That's just the way the system keep you sitting on your arse
Class, class, class, that's all you fucking hear
Middle class, working class, I don't fucking care
It's the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi
It's the greatest human sell off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi
Punk's the peoples music and I don't care where they're from
Black or white, punk or skin, there ain't no right or wrong
We're all just human beings, some of us rotten, some of us good
You can stuff your false divisions cos together I know we could
Beat the system, beat its rule
Ain't got no class, I ain't a fool
Beat the system, beat its law
Ain't got no religion cos I know there's more
Beat the system, beat its game
Ain't got no colour, we're all the same
People, people, not colour, class or creed
System, system, system - death in life
System, system, system - the surgeons knife
System, system, system - hacking at the cord
System, system, system - a child is born
Poor little fucker, poor little kid
Never asked for life, no she never did
Poor little baby, poor little mite
Crying out for food as her parents fight (x2)
System, system, system - send him to school
System, system, system - force him to crawl
System, system, system - teach him how to cheat
System, system, system - kick him off his feet
Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad
They'll pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad
Poor little kiddy, poor little chap
They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap
Force feed his mind with their useless crap
System, system, system - they'll teach her how to cook
System, system, system - they'll teach her how to look
System, system, system - they'll teach her all the tricks
System, system, system - create another victim for their
greasy pricks
Poor little girly, poor little wench
Another little object to prod and pinch
Poor little sweety, poor little filly
They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly
Fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly
System, system, system - he's grown to be a man
System, system, system - He's been taught to fit the plan
System, system, system - forty years of jobs
System, system, system - Pushing little buttons,
pulling little knobs
Poor fucking worker, poor little serf
Working like a mule for half of what he's worth
Poor fucking grafter, poor little gent
Working for the cash that he's already spent (x2)
He'll selling his life, she's his loyal wife
Timid as a mouse, she's got her little house
He's got his little car and they share the cocktail bar
She likes to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals
Sometimes he works til late so his supper has to wait
But she doesn't really mind cos he's getting overtime
He likes to put a bit away just for that rainy day
Cos every little counts when the cost of living mounts
They do the pools each week hoping for that lucky break
Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford
She'd really like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car
They could buy a bungalow, with a Georgian door for show
He might think of leaving work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk
He'd much prefer to stay and get his honest days pay
He's got a life of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead
She's tried to make it nice, he's said thankyou once or twice
System, system, system - deprived of any hope
System, system, system - taught they couldn't cope
System, system, system - slaves right from the start
System, system, system - til death do them part
Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair
Had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care
Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks
Victims of the system and its cruel jokes (x2)
The couple views the wreckage and dreams of home sweet home
Do you really believe in Buddha? Buddha sucks
Do you really believe in Jesus? Jesus fucks
Chorus: Is it alright really? It is alright really?
Is it working?
Do you really believe in Marx? Marx fucks
Do you really believe in Thatcher? Maggie sucks
Chorus
Do you really believe in the system? Well o.k.
I BELIEVE IN ANARCHY IN THE UK
They ask me why I'm hateful, why I'm bad
They tell me I got things they never had
They tell me go to church and see the light
Cos the good lord's always right
So what, so what
So what if Jesus died on the cross
So what about the fucker, I don't give a toss
So what if the master walked on the water
Don't see him trying to stop the slaughter
Say I wouldn't have to live from bins
If I would go along, confess my sins
Say I shouldn't commit no crime
Cos Jesus Christ is watching all the time
So what, so what
So what if he's always over my shoulder
I realise the truth as I get older
Get to see what a con he is
Because it's my life, mine not his
Well, they say they're going to send me away
Say they're gonna make me pay
We're sorry but you've gotta go
Cos you were naughty, you said "NO"
So what, so what
So what if I see through the lies
So what if the people I despise
Twist my arm and make me work
I'm no deaf, dumb, fucking jerk
I'm no spastic lying in the street
I'm no superstar elite
I'm just a person, human being
NO YOU'RE NOT YOU'RE A PART OF THE MACHINE
You're a part of our machine, because we want you to be
Got you now and you'll never be free
We can even have your body after you're dead
We can take the eyes out of your fucking head
Yes we'll take them out, use them again
We can do it you know, cos we've got your brain
We'll crucify you like we crucified him
Make you obey our every whim
We've got the power, Power and the glory
Heard that before in a different story
Story I heard covered up the truth
Didn't touch on the actual, factual proof
Didn't say about the bodies in the concentration camps
Didn't say about the knives under the lamps
Don't say the ovens are still warm
Don't say this wretched little form
Is a human being who wants to live
But not in the snot and shit they give
Say that I better keep quiet
Or they're gonna douse my light
Jesus Christ can save my life
But I can always use the knife
So what, so what, so what, so what,
Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden
Last vision the lark is flame
The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen
The gentle eye, the dispensable perfection
Before the flash takes two weeks food
Pile the sacks of earth and hide
All of us here know it, we grew it
Fighting amongst ourselves, leaving bits of flesh on barbed wire
A little blood on the floor
Locks and bars across the door
Well versed in violation
Our children beat each other in the garden
Our failure to accept the earth, we talk of love but push it to the edge
Push it to the edge
This is no natural aggression composing death
I am afraid for beauty when I see the fist
The perfect hand that turns against itself
The perfect hand that holds a gun or wields a butcher's blade
Or leads to death
Leads to death the used-up bull or incarcerates the hopeless fool
Or takes the forest with a single flame
Leaves the next an empty shell
Human kind condemns the hunting beast
Yet their own choice leaves behind such ragged meat
The military dream of blood
Their sweet wine flowing in the veins of men
Who work towards our bloody end
They fly Enola gaily, give birth to this waiting...waiting
Give us the reality of our hatred, give the earth nothing
Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire
Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big 'un, cop an eyeful of this muscular arm
Being tough 'n' rough is my kind of fun but, of course I never do no harm
Ain't my fault I like cracking bones, gives me a funny kind of thrill
I can't help smiling at the pathetic moans, when I go in for the kill
Tribal wars are raging, it's a battlefield on the street
There's games to play and hell to pay when the rival tribal rebels meet
Why can't people just leave me be? Can't help doing what I do
I'll do anybody who ain't like me so forget your what, why or who
I ain't got no purpose and I don't give a fuck
I never asked for this life
If you're looking for reasons you're out of luck
I'll show you the point with my knife
Tribal wars are raging, no-one's safe out on their own
The gangs are about and they scream and shout
So you'd better not be caught alone
I did it cos there ain't nothing else to do
Nowhere'll let me in
It ain't my fault I want to hurt and screw
So I've destroyed every place where I've been
I had trouble at the local so they won't serve me there
I just had to chivvy up this bloke
Left him with a smile cut from ear to ear
But the bleeder never got the joke
Used to have a bird but I put her up the spout
Had to tell her where to get off
Well you can't blame me if I want to get about
If you're a man you've gotta be tough
I used to go down the cafe for tea
But my boot got attacked by the door
So now it ain't open for the likes of me
And we're back on the streets like before
Tribal wars are raging, our heroes are standing tall
But the truth of the matter, if you cut out the patter
Is that pride always comes before the fall
They can stand on the corner with their violence and their hate
Stand there and fester 'til they've left it too late
To realise it's themselves they've put their on the spot
Cos they've wasted the one and only life that they've got
Tribal wars are raging, everyone's acting out bad parts
Oi, hey big man, take a look at yourself
Not for me the factory floor
Sweeping up from nine to four
Not for me the silly rat race
Don't see the point in anycase
People ask me why I say what I do
I say to them "Well wouldn't you?"
If you were fucked up just like me
A reject of society
They say I dig a hole and jump right in
Well I don't give a shit about anything
I don't comply to their silly rules
All they are is hypocritical fools
Chorus: You give us conscience money
Now you start to worry
The Frankenstein monster you created
Has turned against you, now you're hated
They tell me I'm not what they'd like me to be
It's their fault, you can't blame me
They fucking tricked me half the time
Now they've got to stand in line
They don't like it when they see me have fun
They turn around and then they run
They don't listen to what I say
Reject of society
Mother? Mother? Mother?
Chorus: She's the anti-mother, mother is that you?
She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you?
It's Myra Hindley on the cover
Your very own sweet anti-mother
There she is, on the pages of The Star
Ain't that just the place you wish you were?
Let her rot in hell, is what you said
Let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her dead
Let her out but don't forget to tell you where she is
The chance to screw her is a chance you wouldn't miss
Let her suffer, give her pain is the verdict you gave
You just can't wait to piss on her grave
You pretend that you're horrified
Make out that you care
But really you wish that you had been there
You say you can't bear the thought of what she did
But you'd do it to her, you'd see her dead
Tell me, what is the difference between her and you
You say that you would kill her
Well, what else would you do?
Don't you see that the violence has no end?
Isn't limited by rules?
Don't you see as angels preaching
You're nothing but the fools
Fools step in where angels fear to tread
You see, to kill others is the ethic of the dead
Chorus
The single mug shot from the past
Ensures your fantasy can last and last
It gives you the chance to air your hate
Because she got there first, you were too late
Hindley's crime was to do what others think
Took her anger and her prejudice and pushed it to the brink
Then you goodly christian people, with your sickly mask of love
Would tear that woman limb from limb, you'd never get enough
So you keep the story alive, so you can make yourselves believe
That you are so much better than her
But you aren't, that's YOUR GUILT laying there.
The grey man at the wheel
Looks around to see if there's some skirt he can steal
He doesn't really want to, he's just acting out a game
In their own fucked up way, most people do the same
She cleans the bathroom mirror
So she can line her eyes
An expert in delusion, an artist in disguise
She's not content with what she is, but she does the best she can
Doesn't do it for herself, she does it for her man
And meanwhile he's out hunting, this master of the hunt
Cruising down the high street in his endless search for cunt
And the posters on the hoardings encourage his pursuit
Glossy ads, where men are men, and women simply cute
And the men are in their motorcars and the men have nerves of steel
And they dreams of Charlies Angels as they firmly grip the wheel
And they fantasise they're screwing in the back seat of the car
Fantasise they're fucking with a real life movie star
Fantasies to fill the gaps, to fill in every crack
A whitewash on reality to hide the truth they lack
Now she's sponging down the cooker, on the surface all is fine
His dinner's in the oven cos he's doing overtime
She switches on the telly, it makes her feel secure
Helps confirm her way of life, who needs to ask for more
She sees the happy family unit, wife and hubby on the screen
The perfect social unit, just like it's always been
She's done the very best she can
To love and honour and obey her man
And if she should ever doubt the wisdom of her choice
She can turn on the television for its moderating voice
The ads and weekly series are the proof she needs
That a life of boredom outweighs the deeds
She sits up till the epilogue and goes to bed alone
Content that when he's finished work he'll go straight home
Meanwhile he has another scotch, the lady has a coke
If he's asked about the wife he treats it as a joke
"Hear the one about the you-know-what"
He's got what it takes and he takes what he's got
He took his woman and he'll take plenty more
She took on a rat to keep the wolf from the door
Then maybe in her loneliness she'll want to have a child
Who'll be taught the games of adulthood, boxed and filed
Another life to whitewash, to us a child is born
To follow in its parents' tracks, the path's well worn
Fantasy and falsehood, truth and lie
The fucked up system they call reality
They system needs its servants, each birth is one more
Gently talk of freedom as they quietly lock the door
Cos the system needs its servants if the system's going to run
I AM NO FEEBLE CHRIST/NOT ME/HE HANGS IN GLIB DELIGHT UPON HIS CROSS/
ABOVE MY BODY/LOWLY ME/CHRIST FORGIVE/FORGIVE?/HOLY HE/HE HOLY/HE
HOLY/SHIT HE FORGIVES/FORGIVE?/FORGIVE?/FORGIVE?/I?/I?/ME?/I?/I VOMIT
FOR YOU JESU/CHRISTEY CHRISTUS/PUKE UPON YOUR PAPAL
THRONE/WRAPPED YOU
ARE IN THE BLOODY SHROUD OF CHURLISH SUICIDE/WRAPPED I AM IN THE
MUDDY
CLOUD OF HELLISH GENOCIDE/PETULANT CHILD/I HAVE SUFFERED FOR YOU
WHERE
YOU HAVE NEVER KNOWN ME/I TOO MUST DIE/WILL YOU BE SHADOWED IN THE
ARROGANCE OF MY DEATH?/YOUR VALLEY TRUTH/WHAT LIGHTS PASS THOSE
PIOUS
HEIGHTS?/WHAT PASSING BELLS FOR THESE IN THEIR TRUCKS?/FOR YOU
LORD/YOU
ARE THE FLAG-BEARER OF THESE NATIONS/ONE AGAINST THE OTHER THAT DIE
THE MUD/NO PIETY/NO DEITY/IS THAT YOUR
FORGIVENESS?/SAINT/MARTYR/GOAT/BILLY/FORGIVE?/SHIT HE FORGIVES/HE
HANGS
UPON HIS CROSS IN SELF-RIGHTEOUS JUDGEMENT/HANGS IN CRUCIFIED
DELIGHT,
NAILED TO THE EXTENT OF HIS VISION/HIS CROSS/HIS MANHOOD/HIS
VIOLENCE/GUILT/SIN/HE WOULD NAIL MY BODY TO HIS CROSS/AS IF I MIGHT
HAVE
PERFUMED HIS BODY/WASHED THOSE BLOODY FEET/THIS WOMAN THAT HE
SEEKS/SUICIDE VISIONARY/DEATH
REVELLER/RAKE/RAPIST/GRAVEDIGGER/EARTHMOVER/LIFEFUCKER/JESU/YOU
SCOOPED
THE PITS OF AUSCHWITZ/THE SOIL OF TREBLINKA IS RICH IN YOUR GUILT/ THE
SORROW OF YOUR TRADITION/YOUR STUPID HUMILITY IS THE CROWN OF
THORNS WE
ALL MUST WEAR/FOR YOU/HA/MASTER/MASTER OF
GORE/ENIGMA/STIGMA/STIGMATA/ERRATA/ERASER/THE CROSS IS THE MAST OF
OPPRESSION/YOU FLY THERE,VAIN FLAG/YOU CARRY IT/WEAR IT ON YOUR
BACK,
LORD/YOUR BACK/ENOLA IS YOUR GAIETY/
SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN/(to come unto me)/SUFFER IN THAT
HORROR/HIROHORROR/HORROHIRO/HIROSHIMMER/SHIMMERHIRO/HIROSHIMA/
HIROSHIMA/
THE BODIES ARE YOUR DELIGHT/THE INCANDESCENT FLAME IS THE SPIRIT OF
IT/THEY COME TO YOU, JESU/TO YOU/THE NAILS ARE THE ONLY TRINITY/HOLD
THEM IN YOUR CORPSEY GRACELESSNESS/THE IMAGE THAT I HAVE HAD TO
SUFFER/THESE NAILS AT MY TEMPLE/THE CROSS IS THE VIRGIN BODY OF
WOMANHOOD THAT YOU DEFILE/IN YOUR GUILT YOU TURN YOUR BACK/NAILED
THAT BODY/LAMEARSE JESUS CALLS ME SISTER/THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR
CONTEMPT/EVERY WOMAN IS A CROSS IN HIS FILTHY THEOLOGY/HE TURNS HIS
BACK
ON ME IN HIS FEAR/HIS VAIN DELIGHT IS THE PAIN I BEAR/ALONE HE HANGS/HIS
CHOICE/HIS CHOICE/ALONE/ALONE/HIS VOICE/HISVOICE/HE SHARES NOTHING,
THIS
CHRIST/STERILE/IMPOTENT/FUCKLOVE PROPHET OF DEATH/HE IS THE
ULTIMATE
PORNOGRAPHY/HE/HE/HEARUS JESUS/YOU SIGH ALONE IN YOU
COCKFEAR/YOU LIE ALONE
IN YOUR CUNTFEAR/YOU CRY ALONE IN YOUR WOMANFEAR/YOU DIE ALONE IN
YOUR
MANFEAR/ALONE JESU, ALONE/IN YOUR
COCKFEAR/CUNTFEAR/WOMANFEAR/MANFEAR/ALONE IN YOUR FEAR/ALONE IN
YOUR
FEAR/YOUR FEAR/YOUR FEAR/WARFARE/WARFARE/
Yes that's right, punk is dead
It's just another cheap product for the consumers head
Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors
Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters
CBS promote the Clash
Ain't for revolution, it's just for cash
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
Ain't got a thing to do with your or me
Movements are systems and systems kill
Movements are expressions of the public will
Punk became a movement cos we all felt lost
Leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost
Punk narcissism was a social napalm
Steve Jones started doing real harm
Preaching revolution, anarchy and change
Sucked from the system that had given him his name
Well I'm tired of staring through shit stained glass
Tired of staring up a superstars arse
I've got an arse and crap and a name
I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame
Steven Jones, you're napalm
If you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm?
Patti Smith, you're napalm, your write with your hand
But it's Rimbaud's arm
And me, yes, I, do I want to burn?
Is there something I can learn?
Do I need a business man to promote my angle
Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle
I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear
The social elite with safetypins in their ear
I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing
The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting
Your tactile eyes running over glossy paper
Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gauze
They say "forget yourself, adorn with this disguise"
This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores
Let me warn you of their cold sensitivity
They'll have you gathered in a trap of glass
Is your reflection all the you will recognise?
That cruel lie will stare you in the face
Wrapped up in a haze and flow of bridal gown
They tell your lover he must hold a gun
You're the pornographic reassurance he's a man
They deal with flesh, incarcerate with rags
Red lips, shimmer-silk and body-bags
Hairless legs against the blistered napalm burn
I want to rape the substance of your downy hair
In that mist a gutted child fights for air
Against the fragile, mashed and sweaty wound
Your facile beauty has an outrageous sound
Like a glamour billboard on a battlefield
At least the blood red poppy was of natures will
That flower perfecting by the barbed wire fence
Must be insulted by your scented poor pretence
Just as I, who finds it hard to touch you now
You traumatise my love with needle doubts
I want so gently to remove your mask
It's hard enough to find water here
In this barrenness of dishonesty and fear
Without you accepting poison in a pretty pill
Your bondages of silk robes and lace
Are the bandages on a bullet punctured corpse
The layers of precious imitation worn
This country tell us that we're down and out
Got you thinking that we're through
Got to suffer to get us moving
Say it's up to me and you
Well, look around and you'll see who gets the goods
Not you or me
Cause they ain't suffering
No, not for us
They're masquerading like pissers must
They abuse us, keep us right underfoot
With the illusion of contentment and good
Well it's not over, war's still around
Chorus: Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand
At the end of my arm was my own fucking hand
In my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies
I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties
Little children shouldn't speak until they're spoken to
Just another showpiece to show the neighbours who
Can produce the perfect babe with everything in place
God help you if you come out without an angel face
If you haven't got the looks that prove how nice you are
You'll have failed your duty and that's all you fucking are
You're just a status symbol that they need to have in life
Just the proof they need to be the perfect man and wife
Chorus
Like a fucking dustbin they fill you up with trash
Tell you all that life is, is working for some cash
Life's a competition and you've got to be the best
Tread on everybody else, forget about the rest
They tell you to be grateful for what they've done to you
Like tell you the conditions and pump it into you
That you really mustn't fail them cos you owe them a debt
Cos they're the ones that made you and they won't let you forget
Chorus
You're not a human in their eyes, you're a novelty
Don't want you thinking, you'll break the fantasy
Fantasy that you're a toy providing endless fun
You're not a human being, you're their daughter or their son
You bring them lots of happiness when you're very small
But when you lose those darling looks no-one cares to call
Cos you're no more the cuddly toy for them to hug and hold
You're not an individual and they're just getting old
Chorus
Didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties (repeat)
Think I was born on this wretched earth for you to govern and kill?
In your stinking factories and offices with your stupid systems and skills?
Think I've got nothing better to do than to grovel in the shit and the crap?
Asking for the bread and home that's mine and waiting for a pat on the back?
Think I've got nothing better to do than to live in the lie that you give?
Learn the sweet morals, the lessons, the games
And praise god for the fact that I live?
You took me and made me a MAN by making me strong, the power of this land
You took a woman and taught her she's less
A slave to the strong no more than a guest
You taught me to love, find a mate and to take
A woman to serve but your love is just rape
You leave me my children to hold and distort
To bind with your rules of normality til caught
I give them the food that you sell in the shops
I'm told is has goodness when it's only the slops
You've taken my health with your shitty benevolence
You've take my dignity with your dole queue dependence
You taught me to steal when I wanted to share
To take for myself and not even care
You've stifled my vision with oppressive authority
Dreams and the hopes nearly fade to strangle me
Gave me confusion until I had learnt
To obey all the orders and never get burnt
I shout in the streets and you take my voice
This sham of democracy leaves no choice
Take my eyes 'til there's nothing to see
Except abuse and destruction, no chance to be free
Taken my thinking, my means of survival
Thrust in my hand your gun and your bible
Told me to kill for the lord up above
You've given me hate when I KNOW THERE IS LOVE
Told me to kill for the lord up above
The bastards, what are they playing at?
Don't like the music, don't like the words
Don't like the sentiments
Well keep it for the birds and bees, boys, bastards
Yes that's right, I stepped out of line
What do you want? What do you want?
As long as I play it moderate, that's fine
Fuck off runt, fuck off runt
Pick your nose with your ball pen, put your snot in Sounds
Back to your play pen with your street cred minds
You whimper and whine from the pages of the press
Ridicule and criticise those who want to change this mess
There's people our there who are trying to live
People who care, now, what do you give?
So many parasites living off our sweat
So many fuckers in for what they can get
Punk ain't about your standards and your rules
It ain't another product for the suckers and the fools
Your sit behind your typewriters shovelling shit
Rotting in the decadence of your crap lined pit
Waiting for the action, so you can grab a part
But it stinks so bad [where you come from]
Who's going to smell your fart?
"CAN YOU PUT ME ON THE GUESTLIST?
IS THERE ANY FREEBIE DRINK?
I CAN'T WRITE UNLESS I FEEL WELL PISSED"
Places of sickness nurse me cold
Attendant whiteness glare in dark
Straighten out the winding sheet
Twisted round in poorest dreams
Shattered proofing of the lost
Splinter shackled, little wounds
Of cruelty and truth, they tie
The one way sickness up inside
Regressive smile, a babys laugh
A learnt contortion of the mouth
Places of laughter leave me cool
Hot fire dying down to ash
Beauty breezes through so swift
Endless roundabout of grief
Not much to ask, a rightful place
Where nothing matters, but can touch
Without a sinking heart, this sigh
Could be the wind among the leaves
This pain does not belong to me
They've taken everything away
To nurse the sicknesses of loss
Instilled with fear and bleachy guilt
Impatient winds up in her cloth
The tired shoes are splitting up
With weighty promises of love
Waiting for the last to fall away
Buckle noose around the strap
All that separates the flesh
From green grass or sinking mud
Stagnating, knowing the delusion
Clean sheets waiting for a body
Slapped into life and slowly gutted
A place of sickness is to die in
Tired of the cruelty and lying
Drip-fed tears of the forsaken
They say "we'll soon have you up and walking"
Took the prison for a stronghold
Took the lies for a love-song
Paid for life on a shoestring
Waiting for the last to fall away
Buckle noose around the strap
Chorus: Seen it all before, revolution at my back door
Who's to say it won't happen all again
Cos the Generals sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain
They talk from the screen and T.V. tube
Talk revolution like it's processed food
Talk anarchy from music hall stages
Look for change in colour supplement pages
They think that by talking from some distant tower
They something might change in the structure of power
They dream, they dream, never walk on the street
They dream, they dream, never stand on their feet
Chorus
Alternative values were a fucking con
They never really meant it when they said "Get It on"
They really meant "Mine, that's mine" don't you see?
They stamped on our head so that they could be free
They formed little groups, like rich mens ghettoes
Tending their goats and organic tomatoes
While the world was fucked by fascist regimes
Talked of windmills and psychedelic dreams
Maybe you think it's the new new wave
Well all it is is just another rave
Maybe it looks like the writing's on the wall
But you've seen it before, it's another death pall
So somebody's coming with the answer to the shit
Well it's just bad rock and roll chivvied up a bit
Someone's looking after it, there's time for a laugh
But you're leading yourself up another garden path
A million people are sitting out of work
I never wanted in, so I'm treated as a shirk
Who's the fool in the Irish joke
When the say you've got is your stupid vote
It's all very comfy while they keep the war vocal
But the bombs in Belfast are coming down your local
I wanna know how much you can take
Cos you've taken it all and that's just great
Go and see a band and it's another fucking bore
Another bunch of jerks are shitting on the poor
Or you might just get the adrenalin rush
Or the jock rot heavy metal leg iron gush
Ave fucking maria is what I say
She's still going strong and it won't go away
You can run religion on a football chant
Or the other way around if that's what you want
You can get anyone crawling through shit
Skivvying their lives away, slaving in the pit
All you need is to have the right key
Comfort and justice and liberty
Hi mum, hi dad, family life
Til your heart blows up from those shitty lies
Have some fun while you're young, son
Fun while you're young, fun, fun, fun
"Do They Owe Us a Living"
by Crass (c) 1977
Fuck the politically minded
Here's something I want to say
About the state of the nation
The way it treats us todayAt school they give you shit
Drop you in the pit
You try and try and try to get out
But you can't
Becuase they'be fucked you about
then you're a prime example
Of how they must not be
This is just a sample
Of what they'be done
To you and me
Chorus: Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do
Of course they do
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do
Of course they do
Do they owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO!
They don't want me anymore
Cos I threw it on the floor
They used to call me sweet thing
But I'm nobdy's plaything
And now that I am different
They'd love to bust my head
They'd love to see me cop-out
They'd love to see me dead
Chorus
The living that is owed to me
I'm never doing to get
They've buggered this old world up
Up to their necks in debt
They'd five you a lobotomy
For something you ain't done
They'll made you an epitomy
Of everything that's wrong
Chorus
Don't take any notice
Of what the public think
They're so hyped up with T.V.
Thay just don't wna tot think
They'll use you as a target
For demands and for advice
When you don't want to hear it
They'll say you're full of vice
Chorus: If they drop a bomb on us, we fucking deserve it
We know we got it coming, we fucking deserve it
They got a comfy set up, they'll try and preserve it
We had the early warning, we can sit and observe it
Sliding down guidelines, cradle to the grave
All the willing saviours see that we behave
Everybody knows they're there, see them all around
Lots of little people who'll put you in the ground
Well, take a burning issue and stuff it up your arse
They've fucked you with a furrowed brow
Shitting broken glass
Marching down the 'dilly to demonstrate again
While the men who plan the holocaust are pissed out of their brain
Brain of pasty people, who'll bomb it all to fuck
You can be a victim or they'll let you try your luck
Pass it on to others, ship it down the line
Leave the world in ruins, you know we've got the time
Chorus
Cop-outs look for motives....Freudian analyst
Come on, Mr Horror, what do you make of this?
Won't find many people without their rationale
Any handy concept to hang upon the wall
Soldier's got his enemy, police have got the state
Family have home sweet home, SS got red tape
MP's got his duty, priest has got his sin
Everybody finds a hole, to drop somebody in
Seeking out wisdom in the ironies of life
Weight up subtleties, fiddling with the ties
No-one else decides for you, whether to or not
You make an easy target if you're running on the spot
Chorus
Someone's been training, flexing their muscles
Getting in practice, irrelevant tussles
Given a march, or a quiet Sunday demo
They wait till the state put the finger on you
Peeping through a frown, your humanity in rags
Playing the loser till the sense of purpose sags
They can deal with heroes, watch the bleeders run
Only your head keeps the target from the gun
No-one else decides for you, whether to or not
Industry on the mercenary bloodpath
Military loves the gory warbath
Economics shape the battle landscape
All join together for the grand rape
Moral intentions make a scapegoat
Excuse the rotting corpse inside the trenchcoat
Praise the rotting minds above the club tie
That sits in towers up in the blue sky
Above the clouds, obscure the scarred earth
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more death
Arms make profit from the crushed head
Build the towers up on the ditch dead
Betrayal forms the formal skyline
Tinted windows catch the sunshine
Such ice cold beauty makes the heart sink
Five thousand miles away the dead stink
And here the graveyard to insult them
The city shines with laughing tombstones
The profiteers, the warcry butchers
Stir up the lust for legal slaughter
The living dead who look up to them
Who accept authority the kills them
Work for the corporation making napalm
Workers watch the burning children
On T.V. as they eat their meat pie
With refusal in their minds eye
To see their own lives in that cold death
Their state of wealth upon that lost breath
In the official offices of deathplan
Leaders of men work to betray man
Stocks and shares declare the next war
The torture starts behind the locked door
Propaganda tops the big desk
Compose an overture to fine death
The hideous grey men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, foul the clean air
Their eyes forsake all that they dwell on
Drag the lover from the loved ones
Patriots progress is a backstep
A cruel noose around a young neck
They teach our children in the classroom
To respect a madman on a rostrum
To praise the the dirty works of battle
Bring out the ribbon, balloon and rattle
To dig their own graves in the cold earth
"Big A Little A"
by Crass originally recorded
in 1980.
Big A little A bouncing B
The sytem might have got you but it won't get me
1 2 3 4
Chorus:
External control are you gonna let them get you?
Do you wanna be a prisorner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to be yourself
By christ do you think they'll let you?
The're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you
Hello, hello, hello, this is the Lord God, can you hear?
Hellfire and damnation's what I've got for you down there
On earth I have ambassadors. archbishop. vicar. pope
We'll blind you with morality, you'd best abandon any hope,
We're telling you you'b better pray cos you were born in sin
Right from the start we'll build a cell and then we'll lock you in
We sit in holy judgement dondemning those that stray
We offer our forgiveness, but first we'll make you pay
Chorus
Hello. hell. hell, now here's a message from your queen
As figurehead of the status qui I set the social scene
I'm most concerned about my people, I want to give them peace
So I'm making sure they stay in line with my army and police
My prisons and my mental homes have ever open doors
For those amongst my subhects who dare to ask for more
Unrulyness and disrepect are things I can't allow
So I'll see the peasants grovel in they frefuse to bow.
Chorus
Introducing the Prime Sinister, she's a mother to us all
Like the dtch boy's finger in the dyke her arse is in the wall
Holding back the future waiting for the seas to part
If Moses did it with his faith, she;ll do it with an army
Who at times of threatened crisis are certain to be there
Gaurding national heritage no matter what or where
Palaces for kings and gueens, amnsions for the rich
Protection for the walthy, defence of pribige
They've learnt the ropes in Ireland, engaged in cibil war
Fighting for the ruling classes in their battle agaisnt the poor
Great Britain? Future? bollocks, you'd better look begind
Round every other corner stands P.C. 1984
Guardian of the future, he'll implement the law
Big brothers system's always there with his beady eyes on you
From God to local bobby, in home and street and school
They've got you name and number while you've just got their rule
We've got to look for methods to undermine those powers
It's time to chage the tables. the future must be ours.
BE exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
I am he and she is she but you're the only you
No one else has got your eyes, can see the things you see
It's up to you to change you life and my life's up to me
The problems that you suffer from are problems that you make
The shit we have to climb through is the shit we choose to take
If you don't like the life you life, change it now it's yours
Nothing has effect if you don't recognise the cause
If the programmes's not the one you want, get up, turn off the set
It's only you that can decide what life you're gonna get
If you don't like religion you can be the antichrist
If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist
But no on ever changed the church by pulling down the steeple
And you'll never change the syustem by bombing number ten
Systems just aren't made of bricks they're most made of people
You may send then into hiding, but they'll be back again
If you don't like the rules they make, regust to play their game
If you don't want to be a numver, don't give them your name
If you don't wnat to be caught out, refuse to hear their question
Silence is a virtue, use it for your own protection
They'll try to make you play their game,refuse to show your face
Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
...desire, desire, desire, desire,
Desire, desire, desire, desire,
Desire, desire, desire, desire,
Describe, desire, defile, deny.
Defile, desire, deny, desire.
Describe, describe, describe, describe.
No air to breath inside your walls,
Left to dream inside your walls.
Left us in a wilderness,
Well I can make my paradise.
Without your walls I am alive,
No body I, in rank and file.
Girl and boy and man and wife,
Flesh your measure with a smile.
Have and hold and hold and have,
Have and hold and hold and have.
Desire, deny, deny, desire,
Have a child to justify.
Images that you apply,
I won't bow my head in shame.
I won't play the game the same,
Without your walls I am alive.
Without your walls we all survive,
Without your walls no guilt to bear.
Without your love, our love to share,
Without your walls I am alive.
Without your walls I am alive.
Without your walls I am alive.
Not for me the factory floor,
Sweeping up from nine to four.
Not for me the silly rat race,
I don't see the point in anycase.
People ask me why I say what I do,
I say to them, "Well wouldn't you?"
If you were fucked up just like me,
A reject of society.
They say I dig a hole and jump right in,
Well I don't give a shit about anything,
I don't comply to their silly rules,
All they are is hypocritical fools.
You give us conscience money,
Now you start to worry.
The Frankenstein monster you created
Has turn against you now you're hated.
They tell me I'm not what they'd like me to be,
It's their fault, you can't blame me.
They fucking tricked me half the time
Now they've got to stand in line.
They don't like it when they see me have fun,
They turn around and then they run.
They don't listen to what I say,
I'm a reject of society.
You give us conscience money,
Now you start to worry.
The Frankenstein monster you created
Has turn against you now you're hated.
You give us conscience money,
Now you start to worry.
The Frankenstein monster you created
Has turn against you now you're hated.
You give us conscience money,
Now you start to worry.
The Frankenstein monster you created
Cor blimey
Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big'un
Cop an eyeful of this muscular arm
Dealing out pain is my kind of fun
Get my drift? I mean real harm
I like the sound of cracking bones
At the sight of blood I thrill
I like to listen to the agonised moans
As I go in for the kill
Tribal wars are raging
There's a battlefield in the street
There's games to play and hell to pay
When the rival tribal rebels meet
I'd rip anybody limb from limb, you see
Chivvy 'em and shivvy 'em through
I'll simply DO any bastard who ain't like me
There's no telling what, why and who
I ain't got a purpose and I don't give a fuck
I never asked for this life
If you're looking for reasons you're out of luck
I'll show you the point with my knife
Tribal wars are raging
No one's safe out on their own
The gangs are about and they scream and shout
So you'd better not be caught alone
I do it cos there ain't nothing else to do
There ain't nowhere'll let me in
I love to hate, to hurt, to screw
So I've destroyed every place where I've been
I smashed up the local so I can't get a beer
At the dancehall I chivvied up this bloke
Left him with a smile cut from ear to ear
But the bleeder never got the joke
Once had a bird but I put her up the spout
So I told her where she could get off
She cried a bit, said I was a lout
But if you're a man you've got to be tough
I used to go down the cafe for tea
But I put me boot through the door
So now it ain't open for the likes of me
And I'm back on the streets like before
Tribal wars are raging
Our heroes are standing tall
But the truth of the matter
If you cut out the patter
Is that pride comes before a fall
They can stand on their corner
With their violence and their hate
Stand there and fester
Till they've left it too late
To realise it's themselves that they've put there on the spot
Cos they've wasted the one and only life that they've got
Tribal wars are raging
Everyone's just acting out bad parts
Hey there, big man, take a look at yourself
We burn our mistakes and we watch as they burn.
We've been here so long, we've got nothing to learn
And we put all the nastiest bits in your media bag
Angela Rippon
Kenneth Kendal
Robert Dougal
Richard Baker
We put all the nastiest shits in your media bag
Feel pretty solid, can move pretty smooth
Yeah, but I'm learning I've got nothing to lose
And you put all the nastiest licks in your media slag.
Fucking watch out
I am about, I can
Gotcha
Gotcha, you Argie bastard, gotcha, you fucking spik,
Gotcha, you latin bender, gotcha, you dago prick...
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Our boys have got it right...
Right now, rule Brittania, right now, Britain rules the waves,
Right now, Britain never, never, never will be slaves
Gotcha, you Argie bastard, gotcha, you dago gimp,
Gotcha, you motherfucker, gotcha, you greasy pimp...
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Our boys have got it right...
Right now, God save her majesty, right now, raise the Union Jack
Right now, God save Margaret Thatcher, she'll claim our empire back
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now,
Thatcher's got it right...
That is Thatcher's Britain built on national pride,
Built on national heritage and the bodies of those who died
To wave the flag on the Falklands, to protect us from the Irish hordes,
To support the rich in their difficult task of protecting themselves from the poor
Yes, this is Thatcher's Britain, so let's increase the strength of the police
Let's expand the military, let's all arm for peace
Let's suppress all opposition, let's keep the people down
Let's resurrect past histories for the glory of the crown
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now,
Thatcher's got it right...
Right now, God save Prince Charlie, right now, God bless his wife,
Right now, God bless their fortune, God bless their privileged...
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Our boys have got it right
Gotcha, you Argie bastard, gotcha, you fucking (prog),
Gotcha, you (pleny) arsehole, gotcha, you bloody wog...
Right now, let's back Britain, right now, let's tighten up it's laws
Right now, Let's up and atom, let's rally to the cause...
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Thatcher's got it right...
Gotcha, you Argie bastards, gotcha, you commmie scum,
Gotcha, you bloody scoundel, gotcha, you paki bum,
Gotcha, you thieving arab, gotcha, you slit-eyed gook,
Gotcha, you dirty browner, gotcha, you pacifist poof,
Gotcha, you senile cripple, gotcha, you dirty whore,
On the 6th of August 1945, Hiroshima in Japan, gained a certain
permanent place in history as the first city to be destroy by a nuclear bomb.
As a result of that attack, 250 000 people alone have died.
Three days later, on August the 9, Nagasaki suffered the same faith,
a counting for another 60 000 deaths.
We will never know how many people are now dying as a result of those
attacks. It is estimated that fifty percent of the deaths in the two bombing
resulted from burns. Anyone within half a mile from the blast stood little
chance of survival, and those that did almost certainly would have died
weeks later from radiation sickness. Long term radiation effects are equally
terrifying: leukemia, genetic defects, retarded development,
malignment deceases, shorten life span, death.
Radioactive fallout is carried hundred of miles by the wind and is deposit into
the soil by rain and snowfall. The number of deaths and tragedies as a result
of nuclear bomb on the earth surface...
They're always there high in the skies...
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Pretty as a picture in the generals' eyes
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
They've done it once, they'll do it again
They'll shower us all in their deadly rain
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Fishing children fish in the Imperial Waters
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Sons and lovers, lovers and daughters
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Cherry Blossom hanging on the cherry blossom tree
Flash, blinding flash, then there's nothing to see
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Dying they're still dying, one by one
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Darkness in the land of the rising sun
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Lesson learnt the lesson? No, cos no one really cares
It's so easy to be silent just to cover up your fears
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
So they die in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
And live with the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Will you stand by and let it happen again?
Nightmare death in the deadly rain
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Live with the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
And die in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Nightmare comes in deadly rain
Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, rain
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare
Manmade power, manmade pain, Nagasaki nightmare
Deadly rain, deadly rain, Nagasaki nightmare
They'll do it again, shower us in rain
Deadly, deadly, deadly rain
They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen,
They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen,
They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen,
They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen.
We know our know our enemy they're hiding underground,
They want us to live and die in the shit they leave around.
What can we do? What can we say?
We're not dead yet; to show we're alive?
The government says "shove it" and "don't get in the way".
But we're sliding down corpses on a world nose-dive.
People here cling tightly to their fear and their fun,
The dead are abroad, so our streets are clean.
Even those who know, hide in Sounds and Sun.
What will it take to stop the machine?
It's only when we're serious and start to make fuss
That the politicians show their real face.
It's the copper and the squaddy who were once one of us,
Now trained to do the dirty work and know their place.
If they won't listen either, what can we do?
They're people. Yes. But only people oppress.
If we can go round them, we'll have to go through.
If it rains and there's no shelter we must work in the mess.
They say they're only trying to uphold the law
And if they were off duty we could talk some more
O.K., they're individuals but when they're in a mob,
They're under orders, it's a dirty job.
The plods are taught to go for your neck
Or bust your nose running their gauntlet.
P.C. Punishment on the spot,
Take the law into their own hands and fuck us a lot.
If we choose to leave the paths that we've been taught,
Don't expect help, do don't get caught.
They try so very hard to seem reasonable and straight
And asked you twice already to co-operate.
"You have every right to protest like anyone these days,
But keep to the footpath and out the fucking way, see?"
If we choose to leave the paths that we've been taught,
Don't expect help, do don't get caught.
? They'll think it's easy on the news at ten?
The commie-anar-fems are at it again,
Annoying the police and the passive 'grass roots'
We're living in a country where the army shoots.
People with courage dumped and stranded
Don'ts and won'ts look on empty-handed.
If you fuck up the state, don't be a star,
They're struck if they don't know who you are.
If we choose to leave the paths that we've been taught,
Don't expect help, do don't get caught.
To stand up for the good of all and make demands for peace
Will bring us hard and sharp against the army and police.
Well, they're the poor too, just like us, maybe it's too late.
The rich are in their bunker, the poor are at the gate.
Use our head to avoid confrontation,
Our love to avoid exploitation.
If the uniforms choose to stay,
They'll have to learn to get out of the fucking way.
If we choose to leave the paths that we've been taught,
Roll up, roll up, to the land of dreams.
We weave and spin a web of fantasy.
We touch on the pain and fear...
Then whisk you back to the consumer world.
Touch the surfaces smooth the veneer,
While three-quarters of the world starves.
What do you care?
The glitter continuing to glitter
The tinsel showers and Tinkerbell
Waves the magic wand.
Sell sell buy buy.
You know the name of the game...
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence.
They sit on the fence;
Real people stand against
And say they have the best intention,
Just a rip-off trick, it's always hip
To keep in with dissention
And if an arms dealer is the record boss,
The record labels can run'em at a loss.
It's money well spent to control the dross
What they don't break gets bent... John.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
The people are fooled by the parasites who mindlessly entertain
And take rich pickings fom the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their pain
While the clowns in the pantomine don't give a toss
And sing about fucks and fads and loss
Sliding around in a genital froth,
Our world slips down the drain.
That's really really wonderful.
Well off the wall.
That's really really marvellous.
Sitting on the fence.
Really terrific well out to lunch.
That really is a buzz sitting on the fence.
Preening and posing in a life of pretence,
In a cynical mockery of caring,
Well you can't see a turd in a barrel of shit
If that's their idea of sharing.
Yeah peace is in so dump an old track
Buy a little cred with the Greenham pack,
The biz is keen to kill or catch,
As the people scream they're cheering.
All right Jack. All right Jill.
The pen is mighty and looks can kill.
All right Jack. All right Jill.
In one hand a gift in the other a bill.
We've seen their best and we're not impressed,
So lets get priorities straight.
A hamper from Harrods and the patronising gestures
Ain't gonna change the state.
While the people who care are prepared to act,
The pantomine clowns keep the system intact,
Shamming a commitment they so obviously lack.
The love they sing is hate... fakes.
All right Jack shit on the fence.
All right Jill shit on the fence.
All right Jack shit on the fence.
All right Jack you shit on the fence.
But the fence, the fence, is owned by America.
Sit on the fence, owned by America.
They make no pretence, it's owned by America.
Sitting on the fence, owned by America.
On their side American troopers and bombs
On our side the trash and consumer cons
We've been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed
But the spirit is untouched... look out...
Smach the Mac, smach the Mac,
Smach the Mac, smach the Big Mac.
Smach the Mac, smach the Mac,
Smach the Mac, smach the Big Mac.
Bronco burgers, burnt out brains,
Sterile fat, deadly rain,
Chemical colours, Kentucky creams,
Cut your teeth on American... dreams
Stickin chicken, American grains.
Licking shittin, American reigns.
Kiddies fit in American trains.
Bombs tick in American... planes.
Smach the Mac. You're on your back.
Smach the Mac till it won't came back.
Smach the Mac. You're on your back.
Smach the Mac so it won't came back.
American tourist, American free,
Two week tour in our misery.
A good museum but a stinking home.
The natives hang on the rotten... backbone.
America owns, American wins.
Comes in packets bottles tins.
Blind our eyes, fills our ears
It's been our soul for twenty... years.
Smach the Mac. American tack.
Smach the Mac, smach the big Mac.
Smach the Mac, make it crack.
Smach the Mac, smach the big Mac.
We stand among your war machines looking for the light
Squaddies grunts and filth sip pepsi-cola wait to fight...
The bricks of our world
That you cover in plastic
Will sail through your plate-glass windows.
E.T. go home...
E.T. go home...
ATTENTION. Fuck American power. Fuck Russian power. Fuck British power.
Fuck all power.
ATTENTION. These ignorant shits arm themselves for annihilation and call it world peace.
Bollocks.
Pacified. Classified.
Keep in line. You're doing fine.
Lost your voice? There ain't no choice.
Play the game. Silent and tame.
Be the passive observer, sit back and look
At the world they destroyed and the peace that they took.
Ask no questions, hear no lies
And you'll be living in the comfort of a fool's paradise.
You're already dead, you're already dead,
You're already dead, you're already dead.
If you're the passive observer, here's a message for you...
You're already dead, You're already dead.
Afraid to do what you know you should do...
You're already dead, You're already dead.
The world's at the edge of nuclear destruction,
But your too afraid to make the connection.
You still believe the system's there for your protection...
You're already dead, You're already dead.
You're already dead, you're already dead,
You're already dead, you're already dead.
By letting it happen without a fight...
You're already dead, You're already dead.
With your endless debates about wrong and right...
You're already dead, You're already dead.
Nothing's going to change if you're not prepared to act,
There's no point complaining after the fact,
Content to be a number, branded X and neatly packed...
You're already dead, You're already dead.
You're already dead, You're already dead,
You're already dead, You're already dead.
Four hundred thousand people marched for CND...
They're already dead, They're already dead,
Unless they're willing to act on what they can see...
They're already dead, They're already dead.
If each and every one of us was prepared to fight for more,
To stand against the system that creates the need for war,
The elite would have to run like it's never run before...
They're already dead, They're already dead.
They're already dead, They're already dead,
They're already dead, They're already dead.
We don't need organising
Or politicians being patronising.
We don't need their leadership,
Trendy lefties being hip.
Don't need their condescension
Or their back to root pretension.
We've heard it all before,
Politicians saying "No more war",
Pulling wool across our eyes.
We don't need their dangerous lies.
We won't accept capitulation,
It's just manipulation.
They want the smooth without the rough,
But words and gestures aren't enough.
We've got to learn to reject all leaders
And the passive shit they feed us...
They're already dead, They're already dead,
They're already dead, They're already dead.
If you think moderation's going to pave the way to peace...
You're already dead, You're already dead.
What good is moderation 'gainst the army and police?
You're already dead, You're already dead.
We're not promoting mindless violence, keep that for the fools,
We're simply saying be prepared to break their laws and rules,
Let them know the bigger they come, the harder they will fall...
They're already dead, They're already dead.
They're already dead, They're already dead,
They're already dead, They're already dead.
If they're going to play it dirty, so are we...
They're already dead, They're already dead.
They can keep their lies about the land of the free...
They're already dead, They're already dead.
We've allowed them too often to use their iron fist,
But there's one little detail they appear to have missed...
You don't have to be PASSIVE just because you're a PACIFIST...
They're already dead, They're already dead.
They're already dead, They're already dead,
They're already dead, They're already dead.
They'll try to sell their system
Like it's some kind od age-old wisdom,
But we've been had like that before,
It's just the rich exploiting the poor.
Well here's an honest confession,
We think it's time they learnt a lesson.
They've tried to hold the people down,
But we've simply gone underground,
Moving in the darkness looking for the light,
Looking for a future and ready to fight.
Looking for the freedom that's been denied,
Fast to attack and fast to hide.
In a world where the people can't make it,
They've simply got to learn to break it,
And if the wealthy aren't prepared to shake it...
O.K., we'll simply have to take it...
You're already dead, You're already dead,
You're already dead, You're already dead,
You're already dead, You're already dead,
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Fuck off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun
Big man's jerk off dreamland, looking down the barrel of a gun
Friggin' in the riggin' another imperialist farce
Another page of British history to wipe the national arse
The royals donated Prince Andrew as a show of their support
Was it just luck the only ship that wasn't struck was the one on which he fought?
Three cheers for good old Andy, let's take a pic for his mum
And stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal album
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Onward Thatcher's soldiers, it's your job to fight...
"And, you know, I don't really give a toss if the cause is wrong or right,
My political neck means more to me than the lives of a thousand men,
If I felt it might be of use to me I'd do it all over again.
The Falklands was really a coverup job to obscured the mistakes I've made,
And you know I think gamble I took could certainly be said to have paid.
With unemployment at an all-time high and the country falling apart
I, Winston Thatcher, reign supreme in this great nations' heart."
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
While the men who fought her battles are still expected to suffer
Thatcher proves in parliament that she's just a fucking nutter
The iron lady's proved her metal, has struck with her fist of steel
Has proved that a heart that is made out of lead is a heart that doesn't feel
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Now Thatcher says... "Oh raunchy Ron, we've fought our war
Now it's your turn to prove yourself in El Salvador
I've employed Micheal Heseltine to deal with P.R.
He's an absolute prick, but a media star
He'll advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile plan
Then at last I'll have a penis just like every other man
They can call it penis envy, but they'll pay the price for it...
But the peasants are hungry Mags, "Let them eat shit"
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Who the fuck cares, we're all having fun?
Mums and dads happy as their kids play with guns
The media loved it, when all's said and done...
"Britain's bulldog's off the leash" said the Sun
As the Argies and Brits got crippled or died
The bulldog turned around and crapped in our eyes.
Brit wit, hypocrite, don't you yet realise
You're not playing with toys, you're playing with lives...
You piss straight up in your self-righteous rage
Wilfs, goms and gimps in the nuclear age
Four minute warning, what a shock,
Well balls to you rocket cock
You're old and you're ill and you're soon going to die
You've got nothing to lose if you fill up the skies
You'd take us all with you, yeah, it's tough at the top
You shit-head slimy got it alls
You crap-eyed ghosts with greasy balls
You wicked matron stabbing hard,
Grabbing while the going's good
Administrators vicious smile
Dancing on the body pile
Slipping your sly fingernails
Impaling flesh on battlefields
The decaying corpses help you up
To your position at the top
You shit-head slimy want it alls
You bind the baby as it crawls
And crush it's head, the soft new scull
Burst it's brain and keep it dull.
You own it's mind, you murderous thief
Grind it down with bloodied teeth
And feed it up with national pride...
Progress through self-sacrifice
Not for themselves, but you, you scab
You raid the bodies of the dead
You shit-head slimy make it alls
With dead meat dripping as you walk
Don't talk of justice or respect
You shit soaked armchair moralist...
What right is yours that others lives
Are yours to smash and kill and bind?
It's your security that they bleed for
Your definitions that they die for
You stack your dead heroes with no more thought
Than some accountant at their work
You shit-head slimy got it alls
Crap-eyes ghosts were maggots crawl
Tired old jerk-offs with your bodyguards
Those muscle-pimps with forty-fives
You gutless automatic butchers
Bullet shitting dumbhead hookers
It's your heartless failure they protect
While you deny the shame of your neglect
All you can see is your brutal success
And damn the dead and fear the mess
You shit-head greedy have it alls
You cheat and lie and jargonise
That your success is also ours
That what you take you take for us
While your ambition scrapes the living dry
And your solutions are archaic battlecries
You dead meat eyesore death pushers
Look elsewhere for your arselickers...
The face that stares back from the mirror
Reflects the reality of your horror
So don't tell me you care, shit-head
You betray the dead as you curse life
Eat you own shit leader of this nation
Piss off to your Downing Street fortress
Leave us out of your madness
Buy your own vaseline, grease your own arse
Shit in your own back yard, suck your own turds...
THIS IS OUR WORLD
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence.
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there - like the wind seen from the window,
ATTENTION. Piss to the parties, the politicians. The pratt-stud men and their slaughter games.
ATTENTION. Reagan. Thatcher. Andrapov. You stink and kill this earth for your powerful silk-purse morality.
ATTENTION. These rulers are already dead, murdered by their own greed and the world pays homage. SHIT.
ATTENTION. It's fucking stupid to let so few run our lives into death. Don't let them do it.
ATTENTION. Why the fuck do we allow this world to slowly die from self-inflicted wounds? Tell me.
ATTENTION. Cruise missiles are at your door safely delivered for Christmas. Hooray.
ATTENTION. Big shit Heseltine assures us he will shoot anyone to protect them. Who's fucking mad then?
ATTENTION. In every country on the streets the police and army protect the stage that's set for the holocaust.
ATTENTION. Trapped in their camp of concentrated filth they expect us not to cut our way out. Scum.
ATTENTION. We refuse to take a bit part in their pathetic Hollywood nightmare, our reality.
ATTENTION. Stand up and fight. Choose life or destruction, love or hate. You cannot have both and survive. Go forward. Get out on the streets. Down the sewers. Snap the rules. Creep through the net. Fuck their diseased system. The world are no longer enough. The information has been given. The lies have been exposed. Choose your path. It's time to fucking act.
Our boys have returned as men, our men.
Our men have returned, amen.
The spoils of war. The hero, the lads, men pulled together for war.
Set out to fight for the Great British flag that was waved by their thousands ashore.
Waving farewell, the girls bare it all and pull up their jumpers and skirts.
Carried away the crowd calls for more and the men felt it worth fighting for.
It's all gone before, sexy Sue, saucy Jane, The pin-up that's carried to battle.
The mascot that marks in every plane, every gun, markers of death,
Symbols of men,
In whose name we are slaughtered like cattle.
In every good war there's a nude on the wall, to keep the men happy and straight.
A saucy ole joke lads, it's all harmless fun, when we hit land, who shall we rape?
Ah, the spoils of war, the knickers, the bras, momentos to give you support.
While the bombs drop around, you fumble in dreams, with blank eyes see the corpses you've fought.
Our boys have gone away, our boys,
Our boys have gone away.
Our men have returned all tattered and burned,
Our men have returned, amen.
The guns point their muzzles away to the land and below deck the men throw darts
The nipples are bullseyes, the head count for less and there's no points for hitting the heart.
Shapely Jane, 25, said "Those lovely real he-men no red-blooded girl can deny
Are there for the taking, but it's all so frustrating if your married and already tied".
But bare it all girls and have all the dreams of dashing young soldiers so brave,
Send him a garter, a cross, love ever after, for soon he will be in his grave.
Ah, those rotting young men who all did their duty are sinking away in the sea
And they've missed, just for them, the 'Invincible panties', displayed in The Sun, page three,
The bodies of war, the pin-up, the corpses,
Flesh that is perfect and torn,
The breast that is curved, that is pink and seductive,
The breast that is ripped and laid bare,
The beckoning arms, the legs that are parted,
The welcoming look and the wink,
The arms that are shredded, the legs that are no more,
The face that is rotten and stinks.
(The sickness of war, the men gone before, good luck and God speed you away
The madonna is there, stripped naked and bare on the door, she will show you the way.)
Our boys have gone away, our boys
Our boys have gone away.
Our men have returned all tattered and burned
Our men have returned, amen.
User, abuser, the conquering man makes use of spoils of war,
Confirming the glory, the woman is raped and the soldiers rename her as 'whore',
Their bodies are torn and disfigured in their heads life is never the same,
From the wall saucy Sal is still smiling as the nightmare is caught in his pain,
Her body still perfect and tempting is blistered with blood of his tears,
His body confused and still frightened turns from the truth that he fears,
His friends that were killed for the reason of war that is fought over lies,
The pin-up remains ever after immortal as all around dies.
Our boys have gone away,
Our boys, our boys have gone away.
Our men have returned all tattered and burned,
All I am I give to you
You'll honor me, I'll honor you
Rich or poor or come what may
We'll forsake all other love
Just we two, one flesh, one blood
In the eyes of god
I am yours to have & hold (love & honor)
I'm giving you my love...
Never look at anyone, anyone but me
Never look at anyone, I must be all you see
Listen to those wedding bells
Say goodbye to other girls
I'll never be untrue my love
Don't be untrue to me
Don't be untrue to me
Don't be untrue to me
Don't be untrue to me
Don't be untrue to me
They're telling you to do it,
Grow up and tow the line,
They tell you if you do it,
Everything will turn out fine.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a wonderful life,
God, queen, country, colour telly, car and wife.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a wonderful life,
God, queen, country, colour telly, car and wife.
It's great if you can do it, it doesn't take a lot,
Just means you must destroy what sensitivity you've got.
Well, that's an easy bargain for the things you're going to get,
You can treat the wife like shit, own a car, a telly set.
Slip off in the evenings for a little on the sly,
And if the wife complains, fuck her first, then black her eye.
There's lots of worthwhile jobs for the lad who wants to know,
Lorry driving's fun, you're always on the go.
One hand on the wheel, the other up some cunt,
Or jerking off to Penthouse with with motorway up front.
The police force offers chances for a bright intelligent lad,
To interfere with anyone cos they're there just to be had.
It offers quite a range for aggression and for spite,
To take out your frustrations in a justifiable light.
It's a mans' life in the army, good pay and lots of fun,
You can stab them with your bayonet, fuck them with your gun.
Look smart in your uniform, that always pulls the skirt,
Then when you've fucked them good and proper, tell them they're just dirt.
Cos man is spelt big M.A.N. it's the letters of the law.
Man is spelt big M.A.N. that's who the law is for.
You see there's lots of chances in this land of hope and glory,
Try and make your own rules, that's a different story.
If you're a man, you'd better act like one,
Develope your muscles, use your prick like a gun.
Fuck anything that moves, but never pay the price,
Steal, fuck, slaughter, that's their advice.
Are you man enough? Ask the posters on the walls,
Have you got what it takes? Guts and balls?
Keep your myth of manhood, it's been going on too long,
A history of slaughter is the proof that it is wrong.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, J.O.K.E.
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?
(YEAH!) YOU THINK YOU'RE SO COOL
YOU'RE SO FAKE
(YEAH!) YOU THINK YOU'RE SO HOT
YOU THINK YOU'RE THE BOMB BUT YOU'RE NOT!
(NOT! YOU THINK YOU'RE THE BOMB BUT YOU'RE NOT, YEAH!)
[Background: I'm not your friend, I'm not your brother
I'm not you're dog, I'm not your buddy
I'm not your this, I'm not your that
I'm not your this, I'm not your that]
Friend, I never thought I'd come to this
Cause my brother ain't a brother he's a leech that's feeding off my skin
So how it's feel to steal words I wrote
That's my blood, that's my sweat
I should've known you were one of them chumps
Burning holes in my back to the front getting fucked
While you talk, cause you thought that I'd cave but I walked
I swept it off I kept it real (how 'bout you?)
Learned the skills, fixed the drive on my own so fuck you
WHY â DO â YOU â KNOW â ME?
[chorus]
Cheap words and a god complex (you fake)
Big mouth full of paybacks (never made you real)
(You talked fast) Disappeared but we got you now (chump)
This is the last time YOU TALK THAT SHIT
I DON'T LIKE TO REPEAT MYSELF (NO NOT AGAIN!)
WHAT PART OF FUCK YOU DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?
I tried to be cool but you insist to dis me
You little sissy walking right passed like ya missed me
It's pissing me off
I see you acting all busy
Have some goddamn nuts an admit that you're shifty
Little punk all full of yourself and your lame band
Don't come to me again holding out your hand
You rant about abandonment of what made you stand
You wanna be like that? Good luck in lonely land
You motherfucker, you're nothing to me
WHY â DO â YOU â KNOW â ME?
[chorus]
WHY? YOU'RE SO FAKE
WHY?
I DON'T LIKE TO REPEAT MYSELF (NO NOT AGAIN!)
WHAT PART OF FUCK YOU DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?
![Transplants - Do They Owe Us A Living? [Crass cover] (live)](http://web.archive.org./web/20131220213735im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/cPupB0rKHig/0.jpg "Transplants - Do They Owe Us A Living? [Crass cover] (live)")
![Crass - Live Bristol Trinity 18/06/80 [ Part one ]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131220213735im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Z4WCab8LKoo/0.jpg "Crass - Live Bristol Trinity 18/06/80 [ Part one ]")
![03 - System [Crass - Live@London 5-26-79]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131220213735im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/Tu6Rv_69NHo/0.jpg "03 - System [Crass - Live@London 5-26-79]")
![Christ - The Movie [Crass]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131220213735im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/vl4ZoiahDo4/0.jpg "Christ - The Movie [Crass]")
![BULLSHIT DETECTOR TWO [MIX] [CRASS RECORDS] [1982]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131220213735im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Orc7CjRccbI/0.jpg "BULLSHIT DETECTOR TWO [MIX] [CRASS RECORDS] [1982]")
