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News of human misery
Flickers on your T.V. screen
The endless stream of refugees
Registers your sympathy
Someone, somewhere, suffering
Somehow something must be done
But you will never give them sanctuary
Welcome to the hatred zone
An attitude to call our own
Come on down and sell your soul
Bigotry – the new rock and roll
With xenophobes and misanthropes
The racists and the monoglots
Let’s all hold on to what we’ve got
And slam all the open doors shut
Fevered minds write shock headlines
To sour the milk of human kind
Pictures tell of thousands dead
While the papers say we’re under threat
These pillars of society
Protectors of morality
Won’t recognise their own hypocrisy
Thousand years of history
And what it means to you and me
Let’s congregate and celebrate
The glories of our nation state
We boast of our sincerity
A beacon of integrity
What ever happened to fair play?
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Hate Mail
04:05
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Little missy sitting pretty, waiting for the tube
Her mind’s no wider than her alice band, she’s never seen the other side
At public school she learned the rules on how to have it all
And then at university, no need to think, just have a ball
She reads her morning paper, it’s her window on the world
She only skims the headlines but that’s still enough to poison minds
Everything she thinks she knows, confirmed in black and white
God is in his heaven and the leader writer speaks of what is right
A world defined by narrow minds where everything conforms
To opinions based on ignorance, self-centered fear and spite
A nation held in thrall to all this doggerel and these lies
I know you’ll always think you’re right with God and Middle England on your side
She reads of single mothers and their scrounging off the state
Left wing councils wasting millions, let’s just leave them to their fate
Asylum seekers coming here in search of streets of gold
Let’s send them back where they belong, even if they’re sick and old
No good idlers signing on and working cash in hand
Destroy the black economy, let’s practice zero tolerance
The world you see is rational, you get what you deserve
Let’s praise the rich and powerful and save our hatred for the feckless poor
Focus groups and think tanks and the blinded and the bland
The bull-barred middle classes drive triumphant up and down this land
Politics dictated by the don’t knows and don’t cares
Ignorance is now a virtue, the guiding principle of our affairs
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D Lister
03:36
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Round and round the world they go
They’re looking for some boys and girls
They’re going to make you
House you, feed you, re-create you
Doesn’t matter if you can’t sing
You’re going to be the latest thing
Your dance routines
Get copied by the nation’s pre-teens
Don’t worry you’ve got nothing to say
Another cover version is on its way
You’re in the morning papers – what can you do?
You’re on the radio – what can you do?
You’re on the television – what can you do?
It’s a mystery to me
Another round of failed auditions
Desperate for recognition
You’re getting nowhere
The scrap-heap’s getting ever closer
Nothing reeks like failed ambition
Get to grips with your frustration
The London scene
A place where you can see and be seen
Hitch a ride with a rising star
It’s the only way that you’ll get far
There’s a fly upon your wall
Watching you to show us all
A life that’s real
What you think and how you feel
Enjoy it now it won’t last long
Your fifteen minutes have come and gone
The emptiness
Sit back – enjoy the loneliness
No one seems to care at all
Now you’re not famous anymore
You were in the morning papers – what could you do?
You were on the radio – what could you do?
You were on the television – what could you do?
It was a mystery to me
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Clear Channel
03:03
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Got a licence for syndication
Pump it out, there’s poison in the air
55 hundred local stations
Top 40 under central diktat
The taming of a supine nation
No time to think, you’re doing just what you’re told
A disenfranchised population
Segregated by the values they once held
And now they’re trying to make you think the same
So wave goodbye to your plurality, your civil liberties
Your democracy is dead
Clear channel fascist redneck radio
Clear channel fascist redneck radio
Clear channel fascist redneck radio
Trivialise....broadcasting lies....lowest common denominator
Mind control for the blinkered masses
Clear channel fascist redneck radio....alright...
A noble culture of toleration
Now consigned to the values of the past
What hope now for a generation?
Brought up to hate anyone that’s different
What’s the point in dissemination?
Can’t you see, it’s easier just to lie
Direct action and demonstrations
Lone voices in the wilderness
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Stupid
04:07
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He likes the way you look and dress
He likes the way that you impress
He always wants you by his side
He loves you as a source of pride
But he never listens
To a word you say
All he wants is to talk himself
He’s got no regard for your point of view
Stupid – that’s all he wants you to be
Stupid – without an idea in your head
Stupid – you’re not supposed to speak your mind
Stupid – but you know the truth
He always acts as if he cares
A public front of equal shares
He preaches love and harmony
The perfect modern family
But he never listens
To a word you say
Behind closed doors it’s all change now
He shouts you down because he needs to feel superior
He’s nothing but a man of straw
He feels so lost and insecure
He says he can’t live without you
He needs you for the things you do
But he never listens
To a word you say
What he wants he takes from you
He gives nothing back because he hasn’t got anything
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