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CSA
01:39
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The idea came from Government
So as you would expect
The reason never was to help
Nor was it to protect
With the subtlety of an elephant
They started through their lists
Filled with easy targets
Where their aim couldn’t miss
CSA CSA
Whose life will you screw up today
In your cold and calculating way?
CSA CSA
Accounting vultures of dismay
How many lives must be lost to earn your pay?
Rip up all prior agreements
Where there never was complaint
They track you down and badger you
Without legal restraint
While women who’d’ve welcomed help
Find their applications ignored
Is there anyone other than Government
Better off than before?
CSA CSA
Whose life will you screw up today
In your cold and calculating way?
CSA CSA
Accounting vultures of dismay
How many lives must be lost to earn your pay?
The idea came from Government
So as you would expect
The reason never was to help
Nor was it to protect
With the subtlety of an elephant
They started through their lists
Filled with easy targets
Where their aim couldn’t miss
CSA CSA
Whose life will you screw up today
In your cold and calculating way?
CSA CSA
Accounting vultures of dismay
How many lives must be lost to earn your pay?
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Where have all the posers gone?
The snidey little sods
They wrecked our revolution
Then turned skin and mod
All the early groups sold out
When they could earn enough
No one wants to know us
Now that things are getting rough
Don’t just turn your back
And pretend it never happened
Forget what the papers said
Punk’s not dead yet
Money and commercial deals
Made bands just want to take
We saw what happened to them
We won’t make the same mistake
Don’t want to play the big places
The Odeon or the Lyceum
They kill off the excitement
But you still go and fill them
Don’t just turn your back
And pretend it never happened
Forget what the papers said
Punk’s not dead yet
We won’t change we won’t give in
Spike our hair we’re gonna win
We believe in what punk means
We won’t leave punk for dead
The record player’s broken so I’ll have to give a trial
To the black box in the corner and I fiddle with the dial
It’s as if I’m in a time warp I can’t believe my ears
The crap that’s coming over could reduce a dog to tears
1975 1975 1975 it’s just like 1975 again
It doesn’t matter where I tune my radio set
The airwaves are full of songs I’d rather forget
Either it’s a cover or an oldie or just lame
Plagiarised or sanitised it all sounds just the same
1975 1975 1975 it’s just like 1975 again
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3. |
Lucrative Lies
01:15
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The system gives you categories
To keep you all defined
You live to the image
Totally devoid of mind
The groups play by the system’s rules
The system they condemn
Preach universal freedom
When they mean freedom for them
When you write to them
You just receive a printed letter
Don’t you think a group that ‘cares’
Could do a little better
Pay them money, join their club
To show that you’re a fan
You’re feeding the fire
Playing right into their hands
Even when you see them live
You’re getting a bad deal
Herded into massive halls
No atmosphere, no feel
Anything with their name on
You must rush out and buy
The more you get
The more you just perpetuate the lie
Accept the shit they give you
Don’t admit you’re being conned
Give it two more years
Then you’ll see that you were wrong
You think by elevating them
You’ll cast away your chains
But when they’re rich and famous
You’ll still be just the same
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4. |
Fool's Paradise
02:29
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Government minister takes the stand
Starts to pontificate
In his best patronising tones
The future for the state
“Although things seem difficult now
They’re about to improve”
It just takes simple logic
To see that’s not the truth
How can the people listen
And not see through all their lies
They really must be living
In a fool's paradise
“Disparity and poverty
Are inevitable in life
The rich need to get richer
’fore the poor can end their strife”
It’s said with such assurance
With such confident aplomb
I can’t be the only one
Who sees where they are coming from
How can the people listen
And not see through all their lies
They really must be living
In a fool's paradise
Parliamentary democracy
Is nothing but a farce
They’ll help you up the ladder
If you first crawl up their arse
They say you’ve opportunity
But never drop their guard
You’ve no chance to improve your hand
They hold all the cards!
How can the people listen
And not see through all their lies
They really must be living
In a fool's paradise
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Here all day pressing a button
Clock ticks slowly towards five
Planning what I’ll do tonight
Is barely keeping me alive
Fluorescent lights above my head
Keeping me awake
Thank goodness it’s nearly time
For afternoon tea break
Living for the weekend
Is such a fucking bore
If only I could get out of
This eight to five sweat store
The noise of the machinery
Pounding through my brain
If it goes on much longer
It’ll drive me insane
The boss peers o’er my shoulder
Checks on me all the time
I’m just counting off the minutes
Until the time is mine
Living for the weekend
Is such a fucking bore
If only I could get out of
This eight to five sweat store
Working in a factory
Earning money for the state
So they can oppress you
And oversee your fate
They tell you what to wear
Tell you what time to come in
And if you don’t obey
You’re out the door again
Let me decide my own destiny
You do it for you and I'll do it for me
When I’m at home
I get a lot of fuss
If I walk down the road
I get picked up for sus
There’re a lot of people
Telling you what you should do
You don’t have to listen
It’s your life, it’s up to you
Let me decide my own destiny
You do it for you and I'll do it for me
Fuck the law ’cause they don’t care
Support the suits with slicked back hair
Stamp on us with their authority
Why do they think they’re better than me?
Beat you up because you’re pissed
But in the records it don’t exist
You were resisting arrest
Or hit them first – they came off best
Don’t tell me coppers are straight
Because too many of them ain’t
Use the law to get their kicks
One wrong word and you’re nicked
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6. |
Freedom's Enemy
02:42
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I know your habits, I know your movements
The time is close there is no room for improvement
I’ve followed you around, learnt your routine
Like a church mouse I’ve not been heard or seen
Numb inside there is no love or hate
Tonight will be the night it all culminates
If fame was what you wanted you’re about to taste success
Your name and photograph will be all over the press
I didn’t have much home life when I was young
Was always on the sharp end of my mother’s tongue
Whenever my father was at home at all
He’d be slapping her about or throwing me against the wall
So I went out a lot and while I’d try to be polite
The girls would run off laughing into the night
You see, I really can’t help myself
It’s not my fault, blame it all on someone else
I’m hiding in the bushes where I can’t be seen
My stomach is churning with expectancy
My head is pounding I’m on overload
As I see the bus drop you at the end of the road
You pass under a light I see a smile on your face
Hair flowing out behind you making my heart race
My arm whips out encircling around your throat
And my hand covers your mouth ensuring you can’t shout
You whispers of “Don’t hurt me”, are music to my ears
I watch you sweat, I smell your fear
As I tear at your clothes you seem to relax
Suddenly I cut your throat and reach my climax
I’m in a frenzy – stab, stab, stab and stab again
I turn and watch your blood form rivers in the rain
My needs have been sated, it’s time for me to go
And I slip away unnoticed back into the shadows
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7. |
Grey Cliffs of Dover
02:23
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I’ll never forget the people I’ve met
Interspersing their words with sighs
I remember well as the shadows fell
The lack of hope in their eyes
They’d like to be far away
They can’t afford it in any way
There’s no hope on the horizon
There’s vultures flying over the grey cliffs of Dover
There’s no future for you or me
No food left in the larder as the suffering gets harder
Across the whole country
The government look askew, just keep turning the screw
While thousands live in pain
Health waiting lists are deep and Jimmy will sleep
In his cardboard box again
He’d like to be far away
He can’t afford it in any way
There’s no hope on the horizon
There’s vultures flying over the grey cliffs of Dover
There’s no future for you or me
No food left in the larder as the suffering gets harder
Across the whole country
In her Christmas address the Queen showed distress
Tried to capture the nation’s heartbeat
“What an annus horribilis”, well it didn’t seem that hopeless
Didn’t see her in a box on the street
I’d like to be far away
I can’t afford it in any way
There’s no hope on the horizon
There’s vultures flying over the grey cliffs of Dover
There’s no future for you or me
No food left in the larder as the suffering gets harder
Across the whole country
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8. |
EekCash
03:28
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It started off in Swindon seemed like such a clever plan
Giving out thousands of plastic cards
To replace cash in your hand
“It’ll mean the end of mugging”, the organisers claimed
To give you more convenience is our major aim
The test was so successful next the scheme went national
But to give away cards and machines
On this scale wasn’t rational
So small charges were levied, not enough to cause alarm
With the benefits that were offered
A one-off fee could do no harm
The cards became accepted and the costs became more bold
You couldn’t spend cash anywhere they had you in their hold
Wages and social benefits were paid straight to your account
The system worked so easily, few had any doubts
The Government rubbed their hands
They’d got in through the back door
A foolproof ID system, they couldn’t have wished for more
Just by inspecting records they could check your every move
And could always add a few if they had anything to prove
Joe Public held his head in his hands
Thought back to better days
When he had a personal life that wasn’t constantly surveyed
Analyse it as he might
He couldn’t see where he’d gone wrong
He’d put his trust in business and Government…
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9. |
Early Years
02:07
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One short sharp smack and you let out a scream
Free from preconceptions, free from others’ schemes
No hatred or bigotry exists inside your head
Just a few hazy visions and your first tears shed
Your life has begun and your hand feels your snout
If you knew what was coming would you have come out?
A nurse wipes your body, declares you a boy
Lays you down in your innocence, soon to be destroyed
The adults look on and their eyes are aglow
A real live son that they can watch grow
They’d waited so long, what a bit of luck
A new toy to play with, a new mind to fuck
The process begins to make you a carbon copy
Of what they wish they’d been it doesn’t matter if you’re happy
You’re life’s already planned and they’ll train you to achieve
All that’s been marked on your card
Since the day you were conceived
From the moment you’re home they try to mould you into shape
Using the tried and tested method, committing mental rape
In your innocence you start to live out your first role
Providing both your parents with a status symbol
Their conversation centres round what you’ve achieved today
They imagine signs of genius, brag about how much you weigh
That you’re the best and cleverest they really have no doubt
And at every opportunity more photos will come out
But those halcyon days are short and soon you learn to talk
The next stage of your life follows soon after run and walk
In order to fulfil their dreams you’ll have to learn the rules
And learn to act unquestioningly, so they send you to school
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School
01:40
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You reach a tender five years old
Only existence you’ve known is the family fold
The time has come for you to branch out
Social engineering time has come about
The objective never was education
Else they never would have bothered with legislation
The real agenda has the simple goal
Of separating everybody into pigeon holes
If for some reason you don’t fit
You’ll be marked for manual work as if you’re shit
And just to make sure you won’t complain
They tell you you’re a failure again and again and again
It all starts off quite logically
Teaching the basics that we all need
As you get older it gets more obtuse
Inundated with subjects with no practical use
Education and schooling are two different things
One prepares you for life, the other makes you fit in
The constant grading done time after time
Establishes your place on the production line
They pump you full of irrelevant facts
It doesn’t take genius to see what schooling lacks
Don’t think of questioning outside their scope
You get a big black mark, then you’ll have no hope
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Death to Humanity
01:50
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I’m a rabbit confused and scared
They’re testing cosmetics for your hair
My eyes are red and sore from the spray
I can’t wipe the pain away
I’m locked up inside my box
They forced me to accept the knocks
My thoughts fall through, I’m aghast
As I try to recall the past
I’m a little dog with a hole in my head
I really would be better off dead
Electrode sticks out like a horn
It’s been there since I was born
Must be the cause for my lack of brain
Repeated shocks have rendered me insane
Why do humans cause me harm?
I still remember life on the farm
I was in a circus doing tricks
Now I sit here waiting for my fix
They really made a monkey out of me
Now I’m a bestial junkie
Where’s the man he’s running late?
Sounds in my head reverberate
I so hope it must be close
To my final overdose
If we could get out of our cages
History we’ll rewrite the pages
We will group together and sing
So everybody’s ears will ring
Death to all humanity
You’ll pay for what you did to me
In that laboratory
In that laboratory
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I Say So
02:48
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You're not gonna tell me how to live my life
I say so, I say so
However many times you twist the knifr
I say so, I say so
I won't subscribe to your illusory dream
I say so, I say so
I won't be deceived by your
Lies and schemes again
You had me there before
I came knocking at the door
It opened up and I went walking through
I started to deteriorate
Caught in a world of greed and hate
Had to analyse everything
To find the truth
I'm not going through all that again
I say so, I say so
My mind's my own and I prefer it sane
I say so, I say so
It's no good trying your bribery
I say so, I say so
I won't live a life of slavery again
You had me there before
I came knocking at the door
It opened up and I went walking through
I started to deteriorate
Caught in a world of greed and hate
Had to analyse everything
To find the truth
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Bottled Oi - Squealer
02:04
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Seen it before, all the mindless violence
Crowds at gigs scared into silence
Provocative stares and nazi salutes
Turned up jeans and steel-capped boots
Now you can get it to take away
Bottled oi
Buy it down your local pub
Bottled oi
Don’t even have to step out of doors
Take off the cap and out it pours
Bottled oi
Bottled oi
Keep it to yourself or share it around
Breaking bones make such a good sound
If you’re bored then you’re in luck
Take off the top and have a ruck
You can practice your seig heils
With bottled oi
Stack the injured into piles
With bottled oi
You can have Bushell in your front room
While you wait for nuclear doom
With bottled oi
Bottled oi
Bottled oi!
You say they beat you round the cell
You said they put you through hell
Where's your cuts and bruises now
They went quick, I wonder how?
Squealer, you split on them to the law
Squealer, what did you do that for?
Squealer, you split on them to the law
Squealer, what did you do that for?
You've got nowhere to go at night
everybody sees you in a different light
Now you don't have to answer the phone
You shit on your mates and now you're on your own
Squealer, you split on them to the law
Squealer, what did you do that for?
Squealer, you split on them to the law
Squealer, what did you do that for?
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System
01:54
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Watching the tube
Pretty colours on the screen
Too much viewing
Makes you mindless and mean
Photocopy people
Locked up in their cells
Believing every word
That the little box tells
Go out to work
They’ll make you sweat for your bread
If you don’t want to do it
They don’t care if you’re dead
Make you beg to the social
Make you feel second rate
But under their suits
They’re not so great
System, system, system, system
I don’t want you
System, system, system, system
I don’t want you
While you’re occupied
They know you’re no threat
Leave the house
Then see what you get
Men in uniform
Always hassling you
Never believing
What you say is true
System, system, system, system
I don’t want you
System, system, system, system
I don’t want you
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Place Your Bets
02:58
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Light fantastic pours out of your arse
Screaming passion to the maggots
Ears open, mind's blinkered
Can't you think for yourself for a change
Ain't it strange the ways of the deranged
Playing with dire consequences
In a sense it's your ignorance
That keeps you out of my way
Place your bets on the whores or the Wet Wet Wets
Screw yourself, screw your friends, screw whoever's left
Try some sun, try some fun, try your luck with a gun
Don't be funny, here's the money, take the money and run
Media glow shines in the slime pit
Screaming maggots, with suspect passions
Heads shaking, minds impotent
Telling you just what you should think
Ain't it strange the ways of the deranged
stupid people preaching bibles of evil
Maybe we should wreck society
Just to keep it out of their reach
Place your bets on the whores or the Wet Wet Wets
Screw yourself, screw your friends, screw whoever's left
Try some sun, try some fun, try your luck with a gun
Don't be funny, here's the money, take the money and run
Pop goes the drought, conscience in a piss tank
Screaming charity a platinum wank
Eyes streaming, minds screaming
Not forgetting to clean up the carcass
Ain't it strange in these days of the deranged
How we manage to keep ourselves restrained?
And in a sense it's our reticence
That keeps them safe in their place
Place your bets on the whores or the Wet Wet Wets
Screw yourself, screw your friends, screw whoever's left
Try some sun, try some fun, try your luck with a gun
Don't be funny, here's the money, take the money and run
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A Letter to No One
02:42
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Since I can remember
It’s been a struggle to survive
Merely been a bit-player
Drifting in and out of people’s lives
Never had a lot of time
To spend on happiness
Ever needed to forget my existence
I’d go out on the piss
It’s submission
This admission
That I’ve no real ambition
I cannot see a point in trying
To change my position
There’s a curse hanging over me
Like imminent rainfall
Trying to shake it off’s
Like banging my head against a wall
Twenty-five years I’ve been on this land
I’ve never ever managed to understand
Those intricate rules everybody seems to know
I guess that’s why I feel so alone
Whenever one door opened
Another door slammed in my face
I’ve had enough of trying to be
A member of the human race
It seems a long way down
From the top of this stool
But I’ve no need to worry
The rope will break my fall
Apprehension mixed with tension
While there’s still time for prevention
The stool slides from beneath my feet
And it’s all lost in suspension
My life unfolds before me
In a hundred different ways
The only part worth seeing
Happened to me today
Twenty-five years I’ve been on this land
I’ve never ever managed to understand
Those intricate rules everybody seems to know
I guess that’s why I feel so alone
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Above the Law
02:21
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The Government were reeling
At assaults from all the press
Their law and order policies
Were just a dismal mess
So as a last resort
Although it had always been planned
They tried out some ideas
Over in Northern Ireland
Beware if you’re recalcitrant
Beware if you are poor
Those in The Queen’s mafia
Will soon be above the law
Depending on your age
They may look little more than boys
But the weapons that they carry
Are anything but toys
If you don’t obey orders
They can fill you full of lead
Opposition’s not repeated
When the dissidents lie dead
Beware if you’re recalcitrant
Beware if you are poor
Those in The Queen’s mafia
Will soon be above the law
Over on the mainland
We’re awaiting with a chill
Implementation of armed police
With orders of “Shoot to kill”
They’ll decimate the poor estates
The homeless will be gone
The unemployed and travellers
Will be historical icons
Beware if you’re recalcitrant
Beware if you are poor
Those in The Queen’s mafia
Will soon be above the law
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H-Block
02:05
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From the outside it looks so grey
And inside many captives lay
You make them all wear uniforms
Won't admit they're prisoners of war
Won't allow them civilian clothes
Because they call them criminals
Won't look at it from their position
Just keep them locked up in your Maze Prison
H-Block H-Block do what you will
H-Block H-Block more blood will spill
H-Block H-Block in the fight
H-Block H-Block for their rights
Margaret Thatcher has no idea
She visits Antrim just once a year
Why can't she see what's going on
Why can't she see who is wrong
Bombs exploding in the street
Human beings are reduced to meat
How much longer 'til the freedom call?
Well that's a mystery to us all
H-Block H-Block do what you will
H-Block H-Block more blood will spill
H-Block H-Block in the fight
H-Block H-Block for their rights
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Big Name Now
01:55
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Motivated by and blinded by greed
You put your head in the noose
Don't expect my sympathy
Because you didn't expect to lose
You thought you'd found a money tree
It must have come as a shock
To wake up one bright sunny morning
Just to find you'd lost the lot
To see the greedy lose money
Gives me some satisfaction
You thought you could profit
Through money and inaction
However loud you whinge and squeal
You'll never change the way I feel
I'll just sit and laugh
As I think of you
The hardship committee sits in judgement
As you hold out the hat
You can keep fourteen grand a year and a house
I wouldn't say no to that
But to you it appears to be poverty
So you prepare to fight in court
Against the people you listened to
And whose advice you sought
To see the greedy lose money
Gives me some satisfaction
You thought you could profit
Through money and inaction
However loud you whinge and squeal
You'll never change the way I feel
I'll just sit and laugh
As I think of you
If you get some more money here's what to do
Go put it all on a horse
Look through the papers and take advice
From someone who knows the course
If it all goes wrong and your horse doesn't win
Then be prepared to sue
You followed advice instead of using your brain
Therefore the fault can't lie with you - oh no?
To see the greedy lose money
Gives me some satisfaction
You thought you could profit
Through money and inaction
However loud you whinge and squeal
You'll never change the way I feel
I'll just sit and laugh
As I think of you
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I stand my feet slipping through the slats
I’m fed powdered milk to make me fat
My only scenery’s metal bars
Not for me the sky or the stars
Apparently I will soon be veal
Nobody bothered to ask how I feel
I will be hung up by my feet
To yield more expensive, lighter meat
Why do you have to eat me?
Life’s not so bad now we’re four to a cage
My life history would take less than a page
They cut off my beak then gave me a home
Where I can’t flap my wings or aimlessly roam
Noise never ending, can’t get any rest
Sickness and misery wait to infest
Every day I think to myself
I’ll be better in plastic on your market shelf
Why do you have to eat me?
I could have lived my life in a field
I could have lived without mankind’s greed
As it is, I’m in a cage
I won’t be allowed to reach old age
The rape rack’s there to produce more clones
Not individuals, just meat and bones
Your callous attitude causes pain
How long will your selfishness reign?
Why do you have to eat me?
Your liberal ideals stop you wearing fur coats
Yet still you’re willing to cut my throat
Why do you have to eat me?
Why do you have to eat meat?
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21. |
Sport?
02:36
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I’ve used up all my cunning
Seems like hours that I’ve been running
My lungs feel as if they are fit to burst
It makes no difference which route I take
I hear them following in my wake
My throat is pained and swollen up with thirst
Stop the hunt
When my senses told me so
I tried to run to earth, but no
The entrances were blocked with mud and clay
I had no choice but take this course
Try to outsmart man, dog and horse
The game is fast reaching its final play
Stop the hunt
The strength in my legs has nearly gone
The will to survive spurs me on
The baying’s getting louder all the time
I hear the horns as they are blown
The cheery shouts of “Tally ho!”
If this is fun, I must have missed on mine
Stop the hunt
Now they’re snapping at my heels
Teeth connect, I let out a squeal
Then stumble as if cut down with a knife
As one they’re tearing at my throat
Teeth enclose around my throat
In the name of sport I say goodbye to life
Stop the hunt
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Why do people judge each other by their possessions
They're useless items really
Just create petty competitions
And your pocket pays dearly
They don't make you any better
Only more determined
To be an everlasting debtor
And your pocket pays dearly
Crime would fall without this lust
To own more than others
Capitalism is beginning to rust
Soon it must be smothered
She is nothing to him but an object
An object on which to relieve his pent-up frustration
An object to fulfil his superiority complex
An object to be used as a perpetual scapegoat
To shroud his own pitiful shortcomings
An object he will never understand
An object he will never try to understand
An object that he claims to understand
As she rests on his arm looking pretty
Too scared to disagree
An object who has felt the pain of easy violence
An object who has lost all self-determination
An object who blames herself
Each time the fist connects
Because he says the fault lies with her
An object to be used to fulfil his delusions of power
An object to bolster his pathetic, jealous ego
An object who will only be free from the suffering
When the beatings take their toll
And a younger victim comes along
She is nothing to him but an object…
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23. |
Running
02:52
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Pretend you don’t care
Treat people with stealth
You can kid others
But don’t kid yourself
Do what you want
If it makes you happy
But while you are running
You’ll always be empty
Running running
You're always running
Where are you running to?
Where are you running to?
You see a crowd
And their eyes are aflame
The chase is on
It’s all part of their game
The smell of fear
Makes you run all the faster
You’re getting away
But who’ll be waiting round the next corner
Running running
You're always running
Where are you running to?
Where are you running to?
Shots in the arm
May at first seem all right
But not when you’re sweating
And shaking all night
You’re feeling down
And just want to escape
You won’t know your error
Until it’s too late
Running running
You're always running
Where are you running to?
Where are you running to?
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24. |
Early Mourning
02:43
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It’s early morning across the nation
The workers move in strict formation
There are cities to build and food to find
Millions move of a single mind
Unlike throughout history
There are no more wars
If you searched the planet
You’d not find a cause
Billions and billions
Are working as one
Before they had patience
Now they know they’ve won
It wasn’t always like this on the land
For once there were giants close at hand
Unless you moved quickly
You could meet your death
As stout leather boots
Squeezed out your last breath
Now there’s no vivisection or cruelty at all
No religion or tower blocks to fall
There’s no more pollution
Gaia has rebirthed
Since those huge mushroom clouds
Gave the insects the earth
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25. |
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The warning signs are lit
The thought police are rife
The only thing they care about
Is how you should live your life
Don't need their artificial words
Their patronising ways
We need mutual respect and understanding
Fuck political correctness
Be careful what you say
Be careful how you act
Upset their middle class values
Be condemned behind your back
Don't need their artificial words
Their patronising ways
We need mutual respect and understanding
Fuck political correctness
It's time they stopped hijacking minds
It's time for us to all stand strong
Their left wing blinkered point of view
Will never rectify what's wrong
Don't need their artificial words
Their patronising ways
We need mutual respect and understanding
Fuck political correctness
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26. |
Sick Games
01:32
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Since I was young I’ve been told that I’m free
But now that I’m older it don’t seem like that to me
Was pumped by school and media with your brainwashing lies
Now I can see the truth your propaganda I despise
The people around me praise democracy
But all I can see is hypocrisy
Your sick games of power are wearing thin
Put one against the other and you know you’ll win
People commit murders and you openly condemn
But if it was in wartime you’d make heroes out of them
Crazy double values and your teachings keep them strong
But a murder is a murder and all killing is wrong
The people around me praise democracy
But all I can see is hypocrisy
Your sick games of power are wearing thin
Put one against the other and you know you’ll win
Your sacred cow called money that you lock up and conceal
Convince people they need it then you wonder why they steal
Lock people in prison because they must be taught a lesson
If this system’s the answer it must have been a stupid question
The people around me praise democracy
But all I can see is hypocrisy
Your sick games of power are wearing thin
Put one against the other and you know you’ll win
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27. |
Society - Destroy
01:57
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You’re always telling me what to do
Stopping me having fun
You never let me have my say
You’ve got me on the run
I know what I want to do
I know what I want to be
What don't figure in it at all
Is your society
Constables, magistrates
You’re all the fucking same
For me to live in misery
Is your major aim
I know what I want to do
I know what I want to be
What don't figure in it at all
Is your society
Let me live how I want to live
And act how I choose
Or else when we get organised
You’re the ones who’ll lose
I know what I want to do
I know what I want to be
What don't figure in it at all
Is your society
Romanticising scenes of war using the media
To make people proud to fight for their country’s honour
But what honour can there be in killing anyone?
To quench the ruling classes greed for glory and possessions
We've got to fuck the power in society
They've got to be destroyed before they destroy me
Royal pomp and ceremony doesn’t ever stop
It whips up false patriotism and keeps the rich on top
Now they’ve got the neutron bomb to keep the buildings standing
There’ll be no poor to squat in them now won’t that come in handy?
We've got to fuck the power in society
They've got to be destroyed before they destroy me
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28. |
Sick Communion
02:49
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You can kneel until your knees bleed
I still can’t see what you hope to achieve
Poor give to the rich what they can’t afford
To allay retribution from a mythical lord
Is it worth it in the end, this masquerade?
Do you think your place in heaven can be prepaid?
Why can’t you see through the carry on
And realise you’re the victim of a long running con?
Blind acceptance and hope are what you live by
As you kid yourself to the end
If the system didn’t have such a vested interest
They would say that you were round the bend
Eradicate thousands of years of lies
It isn’t really too hard to see
The only place you go when you die
Is to the cemetery
The preacher recounts the fantasies of hope
Stay humble and meek is what you’re told
All are equal under God, you’re asked to embrace
While reinforcing the teachings that keep women in their place
Contradictions are so many you could break the hold
God gives you freedom of action is what you’re told
If a god existed would it really stand lame
While war, death and suffering were performed in its name?
Blind acceptance and hope are what you live by
As you kid yourself to the end
If the system didn’t have such a vested interest
They would say that you were round the bend
Eradicate thousands of years of lies
It isn’t really too hard to see
The only place you go when you die
Is to the cemetery
You quote at me from an age old book
That can be used to back up anything depending where you look
It’s been used against the masses for many years
To imprison their minds while trading on their fears
What makes you think the authors had special insight?
They were the educated, not many could read or write
Is it not more likely, who would have known,
That they falsified the truth to maintain the status quo?
Blind acceptance and hope are what you live by
As you kid yourself to the end
If the system didn’t have such a vested interest
They would say that you were round the bend
Eradicate thousands of years of lies
It isn’t really too hard to see
The only place you go when you die
Is to the cemetery
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29. |
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Stereotypes of all their mates
Got the same likes, got the same hates
Walking round all dressed the same
They’ve been caught into the game
Self-expression doesn’t count
They don’t know what it’s about
As long as they’re alike they’re safe
No one criticises their faith
Fit into the system’s slots
Become a sucker for their plots
Once they’ve caught you in their net
Then they know that you’re no threat
The Clash got you into the punk rock scene
That was when you learnt it wasn’t obscene
You bought clothes from Seditionaries and Boy
The public looked at you, it gave you joy
Counterfeit counterfeit you learnt to swear and spit
Counterfeit counterfeit put on your bondage kit
All your friends you left in the shade
You were in the limelight, had it made
When they started picking up the latest trend
They were unaware it had already happened
Counterfeit counterfeit you learnt to swear and spit
Counterfeit counterfeit put on your bondage kit
Times have changed but you’ve changed more
Don’t let on you were a soul girl before
Your new friends think you’re so clever
But your luck won’t last forever
Counterfeit counterfeit you learnt to swear and spit
Counterfeit counterfeit put on your bondage kit
See the tramp strolling the streets
Main aim in life, to get enough to eat
Everyone shuns the places he rests
’cause he looks dirty, looks a mess
Winter, summer, rain or fair
He has no choice but the open air
His shoes leak where they are so old
there is no escape from the cold
Yet those best placed to hand out aid
Feel that it would somehow degrade
themselves, So carry on shameless
To and from their heated offices
Avert their eyes as they walk by
won’t admit the guilt they feel inside
Commute to their suburban homes
To the land of Pimms and garden gnomes
Denounce the homeless with their friends
Yet never try to comprehend
The reasons behind destitution
“Shoot them all, that’s my solution”
Why do they think they’re better than them
Because of clothes where their bigotry stems
Are they so blind they cannot see
That beggars are just victims of their society
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30. |
Neu-Vastation
01:30
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Nations saw it coming the signs were there
Nobody listened, nobody cared
People demonstrated again and again
Every warning was all in vain
Sirens rang out the outcome was clear
Death and destruction were drawing near
Mankind destroyed with nuclear know-how
Wasted lives, no tears to flow
Try to get home, run for your life
A few may live but millions will die
Pushing and jostling, all wasted time
As the bombs drop slowly from the sky
Blinding light makes the eyes go blank
Split second later, shock wave attack
Flesh in the street laying burnt and scarred
Millions massacred no time to laugh
Show of strength that went too far
Superpowers overstepped the mark
Declared in a minute and finished in five
Ordinary people suffered with their lives
Nations saw it coming the signs were there
Nobody listened, nobody cared
People demonstrated again and again
Every warning was all in vain
Show of strength that went too far
Superpowers overstepped the mark
Declared in a minute and finished in five
Ordinary people suffered with their lives
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31. |
I Don't Wanna Know You
02:06
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Sitting at the bar
Just having a quiet drink
Some time for reflection
Some time to think
You appeared from nowhere
Next to me you sat
Started making conversation
So we began to chat
It was all quite innocuous
Subjects were not profound
When a few more of your mates arrived
They all gathered round
It was around this point
The discussion took a turn
And I learnt that in politics
You weren’t one to discern
I don't wanna know you
I don't wanna know you
I don't wanna know you
I don't wanna know you
I finished my drink quickly
Left the pub’s dark ambience
Your homophobic, racist tones
Had underlined your ignorance
If you’re a missing link
Then you may like to reflect
While you stay uneducated
You’re not worthy of respect
I don't wanna know you
I don't wanna know you
I don't wanna know you
I don't wanna know you
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32. |
EekCash (Instrumental)
03:31
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Riot/Clone London, UK
Formed in 1979, Riot/Clone have had many different line ups over the years with the only constant being singer Dave
Floyd.
They have released five EPs and four albums in that time, with another due for release 2020.
Mostly linked with the anarchopunk scene and in particular animal rights, Riot/Clone aren't for everyone, but if you like angry lyrics with catchy tunes they might be up your street!
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