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"Alright, if it's done in entertainment, take it as entertainment. So please don't take it any other way." Maggie
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.
Read the evening papers about the National Front,
They go out and they do it, they're such a bunch of cunts.
They make safety-pins of silver and gold,
The bastards who buy them they know what they've been sold.
Who's side you on?
Who's side you on?
Who's side you on?
Major General Despair
Major General Despair
The ex-Wing Commander who's confronting you
With school, church and your mamma,
Play his game and you're fucked.
Now be reasonable, respecting the law.
So where does it get you?
You've been there before, remember?
Who's side you on?
Who's side you on?
Who's side you on?
Major General Despair
Major General Despair
Who's side you on?
Who's side you on?
Who's side you on?
Who's side you on?
Who's side you on?
Who's side you on?
Major General Despair
Who's side you on?
Who's side you on? Get in line.
Who's side you on? GET IN LINE.
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
"Well, gentlemens... and ladies, my name is Inspector Savage from Scotland Yard, and this gentlemen is Detective-Constable White. I'm here today to ask you some questions in connection with complain we've received. I'll ask you the questions and my colleague here will take down the replies. Now, you understand that you have been cautionned. Firstly, I'd like you to identify this record..."
I am no feeble Christ, not me
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, upon his cross,
Above my body, lowly me
Christ forgive, forgive?
Holy He, He holy, He holy?
Shit He forgives, Forgive? Forgive?
I? I? Me? I? I vomit for you Jesu
Christy Christus
Puke upon your papal throne
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 light 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 in 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 judgment
Hangs in crucified delight
Nailed to the extend of His vision
His cross. His manhood. His violence. Guilt. Sin.
He would nail my body upon his cross
As if I might have waited for him in the garden
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 thorn we all must wear.
For you. Ha. Master. Master of gore. Enigma. Stigma. Stigmata. Errata. Eraser.
The cross is the mast of our 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. Hirrohiro. Hiroshimmer. Shimmerhiro.
Hiroshima. Hiroshima. 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 to that body
Lame-arse Jesus calls me sister
There are no words for my contempt
Every woman is a cross in filthy theology
He turns His back on me in His fear
His vain delight is that pain I bear
Alone He hangs. His choice. His choice
Alone. Alone. His voice. His voice
He shares nothing, this Christ
Sterile. Impotent. Fucklove prophet of death
He's the ultimate pornography
He. He. Hear us Jesus
You sigh alone in your cockfear
You lie alone in your cuntfear.
You cry alone in your womanfear.
You die alone in you manfear.
Alone Jesu, alone
In your cockfear. Cuntfear. Womanfear. Manfear.
Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear.
Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear.
Warfare. Warfare. Warfare. Warfare. Warfare.
Jesus died for his own sins. Not mine.
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.
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 anarchy and peace
You talk of overthrowing power with violence as your tool
You speak of liberation and when the people rule
Well ain't it people rule right now, what difference 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 they've got it wrong because they don't agree with you
So when the revolution comes you'll have to run them through
You say that revolution will bring freedom for us all
Well freedom just ain't freedom when your back's against the wall
You talk of overthrowing power with violence as your tool
You speak of liberation and when the people rule
Well ain't it people rule right now, what difference would there be?
Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me
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 succeeded, 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
You talk of overthrowing power with violence as your tool
You speak of liberation and when the people rule
Well ain't it people rule right now, what difference would there be?
Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me
Vive la révolution, people of the world unite
Stand up men of courage, it's your job to fight
It all seems very easy, this revolution game
But when you start to really play things won't be quite the same
Your intellectual theories on how it's going to be
Don't seem to take into account 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 freedom of us all against the suffering of the few?
That's the kind of self-deception that killed ten million jews
Just the same false logic that all power-mongers use
So don't think you can fool me with your political tricks
Political right, political left, you can keep your politics
Government is government and all government is force
Left or right, right or left, it takes the same old course
Oppression and restriction, regulation, rule and law
The seizure of that power is all your revolution's for
You romanticise your heroes, quote from Marx and Mao
Well their ideas of freedom are just oppression now
Nothing 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
Nothing 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 nothing that you offer but a dream of last years hero
The truth of revolution, brother................... is year zero.
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
Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki Nightmare
Big A, little A, bouncing B
The system might have got you but it won't get me
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
External control are you gonna let them get you?
Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
They're out to get you 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'd 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 condemning those that stray
We offer our forgiveness, but first we'll make you pay
External control are you gonna let them get you?
Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you
Hello, hello, hello, now here's a massage from your queen
As figurehead of the status quo 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 subjects who dare to ask for more
Unruliness and disrespect are things I can't allow
So I'll see the peasants grovel if they refuse to bow
External control are you gonna let them get you?
Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you
Introducing the Prime Sinister, she's a mother to us all
Like the dutch 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 is faith, she'll do it with an army
Who at times of threatened crisis are certain to be there
Guarding national heritage no matter what or where
Palaces for kings and queens, mansions for the rich
Protection for the wealthy, defence of privilege
They've learnt the ropes In Ireland, engaged in civil war
Fighting for the ruling classes in their battle against the poor
So Ireland's just an island? It's an island of the mind
Great Britain? Future? Bollocks, you'd better look behind
Round every other corner stands P.C. 1984
Guardian of the future, he'll implement the law
He's there as a grim reminder that no matter what you do
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 your 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 change the tables. The future must be ours
Big A, little A, bouncing B
The system might have got you but it won't get me
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 your 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 live, change it now it's yours
Nothing has effects if you don't recognise the cause
If the programme'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 one ever changed the church by pulling down a steeple
And you'll never change the system by bombing number ten
Systems just aren't made of bricks they're mostly made of people
You may send them into hiding, but they'll be back again
If you don't like the rules they make, refuse to play their game
If you don't want to be a number, don't give them your name
If you don't want 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
If you don't want to be beaten down, refuse to join their race
Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
I am he and she is she but you're they only you
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 café 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
It's in the mirror that the real war starts
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!
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.
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 its head, the soft new scull
Burst its brain and keep it dull.
You own its 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,
Seeing it, but not being touched by it.
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
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.
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,
You're already dead, You're already dead...
Nagasaki Is Yesterday's Dog-End
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.
NO TIME TO BE NICE. IT'S TIME TO FUCKING ACT.
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 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,
We cease to be the seeker, we become the sought.
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.
Crass.
Steve Ignorant -- vocals.
Eve Libertine -- vocals.
Joy De Vivre -- vocals.
Hari Nana -- rhythm guitar.
Phil Free -- lead guitar.
Pete Wright -- bass & vocals.
Penny Rimbaud -- glamour & drums.
Gee -- artwork, tapes & video.
Mick Duffield -- films.
John Major -- nonentity.
All tracks engineered by John Loder
Except 'Smach the Mac' which was engineered by David Motion.
'Do they owe us a living? (July 1984) was recorded at Crass last gig; Miners' Benefit, Aberdale.
Thanks to Mel Jefferson for his help in editing this compilation.
Special thanks to John, Sue and Natasha for their help at Southern Studios.