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Money talks, money kills. Third world debt, household bills. The business man has got a business plan. He's gonna go far, do anything he can. Pinstripe bastard, white collar corruption. Political allies, white wash solution. Take what they want, take more than they need. Trophy wife, financial ego to feed. The city walls are going up and they're building fucking high, to keep everyone else on the other side. From the wino's down at Old Street tube whose streets are paved with cold concrete. To the homeless beggar that plagues your world, who's the shit beneath your well heeled feet. Big business deals, big business kills. A bowl of rice, one square meal. The pound is strong but flesh and bone are weak. They've got it all sewn up on Threadneedle Street. Moving numbers around which doesn't help anybody, except the capitalist world where money makes money. And the world bank's got the world on its knees, and the DTI has got a cabinet to please. High finance, the rich and poor divide. You'd better watch out when our world's collide. Coz when you're looking down your nose at me, we're chopping at the branches of your social tree. And these words may never harm you might think, but sticks and stones might break your fucking bank Money talks, money kills. Third world debt, 3 course meals. World leaders world bleeding on a global scale. The IMF can do you a special deal. The G7 club has got a master plan, but your money and riots are going hand in hand. Coz when you're trading in lives with your stocks and shares, you can't repossess the world. Working to the day when your profits are slashed, and you're scraping for left overs of a stock market crash. And when the men who create the interest rate, are faced by the people in the poverty trap. And when you're losing control in your office of power, and jumping from the windows of your ivory towers. Well that's L.I.F.F.E. but not mine June the 18th, 1999
SMART-BOMBS FOR THE NATION Sitting with the family watching television. Waiting for the cathode Prozak to kick in. They've got cash and a car and a holiday to give away. A new life for you, roll over and obey. Braincell
erosion TV utopia broadcast everyday. And the nice man who runs the country has got something to say. Digital widescreen censorship you can trust. And the part of your brain that thinks is gathering dust. TV utopia broadcast into your homes. Newsflash, don't believe everything you're told. Life simulation through the cables in your veins. And freedom of thought is a satelite of your brain. Braincell
erosion 24 hours, 7 days a week, television flickers till you're brain dead You're dead !
BANK JOB This is a cover of the classic by North London's finest...Intensive Care. You can read the lyrics and hear the original at...www.icare.punks.co.uk
HALO PROTECTOR It's a long way to the Holy Land and there's a few things that I don't understand. If your Bible speaks the truth, where's the proof? Your halo protector's running low, don't preach to me, I don't wanna know. If you're looking for sinners you're outta luck, coz i don't really give a fuck. I don't want you. You don't need me. And i don't care where you were born. You can wear your crown of thorns. The wage of sin is death you say...well where's the pay? The fear of God is just a threat, to trap you in their moral net. Even if your story's really true, you can still fuck off coz i don't need you. A
pillar of strength....I don't think so. There is no heaven and there is no hell....I piss on your religion. They don't care, they've got the time to make the rules to keep you in line. Do as you're told, do as they say...but i won't pray. Your halo protector's running low. Don't preach to me, I don't wanna know. You can shout at me through my TV, but i don't want you and you don't need me.
Destruction
is your voyeuristic thrill. Watch the minions rave as you ready for
the kill. Then pass the buck, let someone else foot the bill. Well you can squeeze my balls but I wont cough.
I DON'T WANT YOU AROUND, COS YOU ARE NOT MY KIND. YOU'RE FUCKING WITH MY POINT OF VIEW. WITH YOUR SPOON FED TINY MIND. YOU DON'T WANNA HEAR ABOUT THE THINGS THAT NO-ONE SAYS. YOU CAN CHANGE THE WAY YOU THINK WITH THE WAY YOU CHOOSE TO DRESS. INSTANT SUB CULTURE, YOU'VE GOT THIS YEAR'S LOOK. THERE'S NO NEED FOR CLOSER INSPECTION, I CAN READ YOU LIKE A BOOK. YOU DON'T WANNA HEAR THIS, BUT I'VE SEEN THROUGH YOUR LIES, TO KEEP US APART, DIVIDE AND RULE, AND ALL IN THE NAME OF PRIDE. I KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING, AND I'M NOT CHANGING SIDES, COS I KNOW WHAT'S INSIDE OF ME, AND I'M NEVER GONNA CROSS THAT LINE.
Been hanging round this backward town for way too many years. There's a voice that talks inside my head and I can't believe my ears. I wanna get away but there's babylon at my door. They're coming right through to me, don't wanna be here anymore. I want my 15 minutes coz I've got something to say. This town, that town, don't mean much, they all seem much the same. You gotta dig down deep to find that common ground. But most people are shit, and i don't like what i've found. I was talking to a messed up, fucked up friend of mine, this is what he said...all this talk of people and politics is messing up your head. If you can't stand the heat then you'd better quit, coz you're never ever gonna fit. GET AWAY! RIGHT! NOW!
IF THE BLAST DON'T GET YA THE FALLOUT WILL. I DON'T WANNA BELIEVE THIS IS OVERKILL.
A shot to my head could get me out of bed, but what's the use of moving when the worlds better off dead.I can't hear no sound, there's androids all around. You wouldnt believe the things I've seen or the problems that I've found. Why bother to move at all when you're dead right from the start? Why bother to move at all? They're gonna blow this world apart. Ive
found a new space, to get right off my face. But the bench is full and
there's a queue, I want my bit of space. Beats per minute raging in my skull.Whats coming next? I dont know. No distractions, I'm running scared. Brain dead in the head, hanging on by a thread. Light the blue touch paper, I'm ready to go.
Rally round the headlines to fight another war. Told to choose another uniform and be the nation's whore. You joined the cannon fodder army and you're being paid to kill. Filthy fucking murderer, you make me fucking ill. Parading through the mud and blood, lobotomised and blind. Shooting down a foreign town ain't my idea of fun. Mother's cry, children die. The Queen is on the TV screen, she says they died as heroes, but if you're dying for that scum you're nothing more than zeroes. Now you're on the front line, and you've gone and pissed yourself. Shit scared but you tell yourself "protect the nation's wealth". All the family at home cheer and wave the fucking flag. What about the bits of the families lying in the body bags? Keeping up the score as the body piles rise. Is this chemical war, or just tears in your eyes? Hanging round the car park coz he's got no direction. Joined a youth project now he's got a connection. Read all the leaflets, saw the ad on TV. Zipped up body bag, he joined the army.
"Pleased to meet you"...what a fucking lie. I couldn't give a shit if you live or die. Seen your face before behind every door. Conformity...the unwritten law. So many faces, different faces. Black and white, different races. You're all the same, the fucking same....joining in their fucking android games. "Thankyou?" No, fuck you, i never really understood you. A suspicious mind on overdrive. Why can't you think of another way to spend your time? "Can i help you?" No, i'll help myself. Fucking spy, i'm here to buy. Store detectives fight against crime. Fat street cop keep on trying to hide.
COMMUTER EXISTENCE, UP AND DOWN ON THE NETWORK LINE. IF YOU CAN SEE THIS WEEK RIGHT THROUGH EVERYTHING WILL TURN OUT FINE. YOUR SUITS A GIVEAWAY. YOU WEAR IT EVERYDAY. PUT A CONCRETE BLOCK ON THE TRACK. TELL THE BOSS YOU AIN'T COMING BACK
RADIO CONTROLLED...WHO'S YOUR RADIO CONTROLLER?
NO RESPECT You keep on trying to drag us down till we can't take any more. You can try all you like to keep us quiet, but we'll fight back and even the score. We won't take it, you can't make us take it, another set of rules. I can't stand it, can't understand it...this world is led by fools. We've got no respect for your stupid law. No respect for who it's working for. No respect for what you want me to be. Reject all authority. You can keep on trying to make us work for nothing at the end of the day. While the faceless suits of the civil service are taking home 10 times your pay. We won't take it, you can't make us take it, fuck your J.S.A. Work to live don't live to work, it's time those fuckers paid. You can keep on trying to drag us down till we can't take any more. Take away our right to demonstrate, but we'll fight back and even the score. We won't take it, you can't make us take it, you can keep on changing the rules. The G7 club is gonna change your world...the fucking worthless fools.
EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES Anything will do, if you don't have to think it through.... Trivialise with money grabbing eyes, riding on the back of what you've done before. The leaders of the pack are lying on their back, just like a sad little cabaret whore. You can replay the riffs but you can't rewind the anger. Ever had the feeling you've been cheated? All the bondaged kids ride the merry go round, coz what goes around comes around. Don't mind restrospection, but fuck bullshit deception. I want 100% and I won't take nothing less. I won't accept no... Punk rock stars, cos things ain't groovy, relics from the past and we've all seen the movie. I don't wanna remake, don't wanna re-run. Rip up the script, it's time to write a new one. Your record sales don't mean a thing. It's all part of the business you're in. And we'll shed no tears as you wave goodbye....now fuck off and die. Punk is dead. Long live punk.
WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE Oh no here they come again / they're asking for a little bit more / Oh no here they come again they're pushing back a little bit more Oh no here they go again, they're lying to us again/ Oh no, here they go again, they're trying to bribe us again / Same song with the same old tune / walk the walk in the same fucking pair of shoes Oh no, here they come again, they're asking for a little bit more/ Oh no here they come again, they're pushing back a little bit more / Oh No here we go again, falling for the same old line Oh no here we go again, happens every fucking time / Same old glory wrapped in the same old story / A vote for what? to change absolutely nothing / And with their double standards flying high lets watch morality fly / "do what I do" is their fucking lie and don't you ever question Why? / They're defenders of freedom and equality / if you fit into the right category
KICK THE KINGS Breaking down the barriers to give us half a chance / it might be too late because the dye has been cast / hiding in the comfort of your safety zone / because the real problem might be closer to home Breaking down the barricades to get a better look / read all the leaflets and memorised the quotes / gonna smash the system, gonna tear it all down / until the money rolls in when the circus comes to town Get to know your enemy, they are closer than before / they are bringing out the dead for the next world tour / Saying all the right things and shaking their fists / for a name drop on the anarchist "A" list Kick the kings from the pedestals / kill the queens on their thrones / holier than thou / sanctimonious shit / fire for the vatican / blood for the pulpits / kick the kings
RETRIBUTION We live in our boundaries of social divide / the rich and the poor on opposite sides / condemned to a life of misery and pain / controlled by the rich for their personal gain We are the threat to your future so secure / we are the debt to the world that you ignore We slave all our lives to merely exist / the hands that feed us clenched like a fist / we search for a voice in this "democracy" / deceived to believe in equality We are the threat to your future so secure / we are the debt to the world that you ignore
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