1. |
Little England
04:01
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Little England
Going nowhere but looking back
Drape yourself in your Union Jack
From the terrace to the House of Lords
Shut off from the outside world
All the time you’re destroying what you love
This is real life, not some national park
Close your eyes to the 21st century
Heritage – our only industry
Is this what you want? A little England?
Is this what you want? Faded empire glory?
Is this what you want? A past without a future?
Things can never stay the same
So you hate what you don’t understand
You say you stand for the common man
So you know your history?
You only see what you want to see
So you talk about sovereignty
The pride of England and the head of the Queen
The purity of your national tribe
You only aim – to repel the tide
......Is this really what you want?.......
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2. |
Woody Guthrie
02:37
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Country boy with a guitar in his hand
He travels far across this land and
Documents everything he sees
With songs of brutal honesty and
He makes a stand
He draws a line in the sand
His truth is principled
He’ll never sell it out
And now he’s singing
This machine kills fascists
Yes, he’s singing
This guitar kills fascists
Small town in depression times
No work, no hope, just blighted lives
A harsh and violent, hateful place
They thought black gold their saving grace but
The oil men came
They took everything
They stripped the whole town bare
And then they went again
So now he’s singing
This machine kills fascists
Yes, he’s singing
This guitar kills fascists
So now we’re heading for the great depression of the 21st century
The clampdown’s happening
So where can we find Woody Guthrie now?
He wrote his songs of liberty
This land belongs to you and me
But not all get to have their way
If you’re poor or black you’ve got no say and
He went to war
To fight the racist state
And then he came back home
To find the same thing there....
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3. |
And Never Said A Word
03:58
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He sacrificed his youth to a war – that he didn’t believe in
One nation’s collective madness brought the whole world crashing down
And when she saw the man she loved – returning from the front line
He was just an empty shell – broken by the things he’d seen there…
And he’s got nothing more to give – and never said a word…
As he walks the lonely streets as he knows he can’t go home
And she just has to carry on – and never said a word…
Resigned to a life where she’s the one who’s strong.
Everywhere he goes he always sees the reminders
The ones who waved their flags back then are the ones who profit afterwards
And she’s just trapped there on her own – alone with the children
Abandoned by her broken man – they always ask when is he coming home?
He watches the Sunday procession – just like a trade convention
Power and money and religion unite in timeless continuity
She has a simple faith – the strength to simply struggle on..
A faith that’s so much purer than this pious display of hypocrisy..
He goes to everyone he knows – trying to get the money
To rent a hotel room – at least for an hour or two
She puts her best dress on and goes to see him
She hates the way they have to meet and tells him things have got to change now
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4. |
59 Minutes Past 11
04:01
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Call on every God you know
They've got to help us now
We've ruined everything
And we're coming to the end
We were given all too much
Everything we need
But we've thrown it all away
Destroyed it with our greed
There's too much darkness in the world
The sun will never shine anymore
All we ever crave is peace
All we ever see is war...
It's 59 minutes past 11 now
The clocks are set - we've crashed and burned till there's nothing left
Now it's too late - it's too late to turn back time
There's this image in my head
A poster on the wall
I saw it everywhere
So many years ago
Then we thought the danger passed
We came in from the cold
The walls came tumbling down
Was this the Brave New World?
But the killing never stops
Hatred always reigns supreme
There's no profit in stability
It always pays to have enemies...
Somebody save us from ourselves
Help us find our humanity
Or are we set upon this course?
Is it too late for sanity?
But the killing never stops
Hatred always reigns supreme
There's no profit in stability
It always pays to have enemies....
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5. |
Live In Fear
06:24
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Passers-by never look you in the eye
You don’t look so different ‘cept the colour of your skin
They segregate the housing, they segregate the schools
There are certain parts of town where they say whites rule
Faceless leaders stir up trouble down amongst the poor
So nobody knows who they’re really fighting for
All you wanted was a peaceful life
To go about your business which is everybody’s right
Every time you go out you can sense hostility
You no longer feel safe when you’re walking down the street
The insults are still ringing in your ears when you come home
An Englishman’s castle – they don’t think so
Live in Fear – they say you’re never going to fit in round here
The boys on the corner are always shouting at you
They say they’re going to get you, no one is ever going to save you
Live in Fear – they say you’re never going to fit in round here
The boys on the corner are always shouting at you
They say they’re going to get you tonight
Your children know the western way
This is their homeland what can anybody say?
Of course, you’ve got your culture and your heritage
That’s something to be proud of and to teach the kids
And they respect the past, yet at the very same time
They’re modern teenagers, they’ve got their lives
Going out to the clubs and bars
The town centre’s heaving till the very early hours
There’s always fighting in the streets when nightclubs close their doors
The small town desperation of the mindless, drunk and bored
The local paper always features all the latest facts
The rise in crime and the racist attacks
In the night when the pubs are closing
You hear their shouts and laughter
You hear their drunken singing
You hear their threats of violence
You hear their voices calling
You hear their footsteps on the pavement
You hear them getting closer
Are they coming tonight?
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6. |
Burning
02:29
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When Billy was small he was hooked on Defender
Escaping to hyperspace far from a father
Who lived like a madman and who loved like the weather
Loves those without a shelter
Billy’s estate was a liberal’s nightmare
They feel for the need but none of them lived there
They plead for a change in the detail of welfare
In a system that’s not fair
Oh, it’s time to go, turn on the lights and the radio
Through darkness, rain, through wind and snow
Burn the memories, burn the road
Billy grew up from the high scores to draw
And the thrills and the spills with his mates in a four door
Escaping was easy and all that he lived for
What more could he live for?
Everything seemed fair game in his eyes
Scavenged from those outraged and surprised
About the law of the jungle and the truth of the liars
They were jackals for the lions
Fly through the new towns, free at night
With a buzzing brain and a laser sight
Cat and mouse, a flashing blue light
Straight ahead, they’re right behind
The games too easy, Billy’s up an alley
Like an arrow, the sirens follow
Screaming like there’s no tomorrow
Swerve around, a sudden thud
Another screen that’s dripping blood
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7. |
Alien Nation
03:35
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I saw you on the news last night
Was it you or someone else?
Who talks and sounds and looks like you
From the manicured hands to the shiny black shoes
I used to be angry but it’s hard to care
When everywhere I look I just see despair
And the ever growing rift between the rulers and the ruled
It’s time to tear it down and just start again
There’s something wrong
Career politicians who have never had a real job
There’s something wrong
They’re like the landed gentry of the nineteenth century
This is an alien nation
It’s a country I don’t recognise now
This is an alien nation
The divide’s getting ever wider
The richest one percent have taken all the money
We’re left to feed off their crumbs
They hold all the power but there’s no accountability
So I pick up my morning paper
An industry that’s out of control
I see a world of deceit and corruption
You’re supposed to write the stories not be the news
You hack the phones of murdered children
Intimidate those that need protection
Police and politicians are in your pay
A toothless watchdog never stands in your way
There’s something wrong
These seekers of truth reduced to bullying and lying now
There’s something wrong
Where can I turn to if I want to find integrity?
So I listen to my radio
They’re talking to some masters of the universe
These fallen Gods who know no shame
No contrition, they’ll just do it all again
We’re paying the price for hubristic pride
The burden falls on the vulnerable
So please don’t be poor in this land of ours
You’re going to get crushed and there’s no hiding place now
There’s something wrong
Financial institutions prey to gambling addiction and
There’s something wrong
The weakest bear the debt of their irresponsibility
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8. |
Control Freak
03:28
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Breaking up... Disintegration...
Hostility... Confrontation...
Ever really wondered why you’re out there on your own
Food for thought – for one in six billion
You talk and you talk, then you talk some more
But what’s the point – when no one’s listening?
It’s better to destroy
Thank seek a compromise
You’d rather say good-bye
Self- justify with lies
Turn and run and hide
You say you’ve got your pride
And now you’re on your own
Sitting all alone
Manipulate... Stipulation...
Castigate... Agitation
Brow-beat the weak to get your own way
No one denies the Big I Am
Better not stray from the party-line
Or watch the baby through the rattle from the pram
Insecure... Paranoid
Power-crazed... So schizoid
You always want control because you can’t control yourself
Count to ten before you answer
Always on the verge of overload
All because you can’t take the pressure
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9. |
D Lister
03:37
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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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10. |
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Downtown in the city of dreams
Your personal paradise
Or is it hell, so tantalising
You’ll never feel satisfied
Blinded by the lights
Consumption takes the place of feeling
The only values now are empty and devoid of meaning
You’re boring me with your mundane lives – so predictable
Just shopping malls and suburbia – so predictable
Evil happens while the stupid just sit by
That’s you if you hadn’t noticed
Will you never decide which side you’re on....oh no.....
You deny society
In your disinfected life
Privileged since the day you were born
Susceptible to their lies
Sleepwalking to a right wing future
Going to take us nowhere
All you care about is what you want and how you get it
And all the time....the storm clouds are gathering...
We’re heading for oblivion
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11. |
Oblivion
05:00
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A claustrophobic place to live
Rigid rules and discipline
A hostile legacy
Of the previous century
An anxious childhood full of pain
No understanding, only blame
A suicide attempt in vain
So they had him sent away
He just wants to stay at home
He has to try to be alone
By day he dreams of peace
Of idyllic domestic bliss
But he knows that the wolf inside
Can never be satisfied
Until it takes control
In the struggle for his soul…
As darkness falls, turn down the lights – oblivion
He dies a little more each night – oblivion
Dull the ego, numb the pain – oblivion
No strength left to live or die
So he dies his ‘little death’ each night
The city’s calling with its lights
A different world comes out at night
Cabaret and music halls
He can’t resist the siren calls
Gambling dens and red-lit bars
He knows all the secret doors
By night he gives in to lust
By day only self-disgust
Internal dissonance
External decadence
As the dreams of Weimar fade
A polarised confusion reigns
There’s fighting on the streets
As the nationalist fever grows
As the old order falls apart
He escapes into his own world
So now the sun’s setting on the old regime as politics diverges to the far extremes
A populist danger is infecting the land as they look for the ones who will make a stand
What else can he do? Now the fascists are in power…
What else can he do? When they label him a danger…
What else can he do? When the Death Camps are waiting…
What else can he do?
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12. |
Social Control
03:07
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So you think you’re smart – you’re taking us all for a ride
A propaganda war machine so Josef Goebels never died
Your games of power – the way you play with words
You’ve got double standards – you just want to deceive us all
With your lies – oh, ho ho
You might say you’re against violence but violence is your trade
One word headlines glorify a thousand lives laid to waste
But it’s not your hypocrisy that really frightens me
It’s the people that believe
There’s an eighteen year old – he’s lying in a ditch
A crime against humanity, celebrated by your Union Jacks
There’s a country somewhere – an explosion in the night
Freedom fighter, terrorist – you never give us the reason why...
The reason why....oh, ho no
So the terminals click – they’re going to shatter the world
With scandal, violence, horror, sex – just what we want to read
There’s a brand new movement, captivated by what you say
A bright new army waiting to defend the values you set...
Today....oh, ho ho
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13. |
Antifascist
03:01
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There’s a new enemy – a major threat to society
A secret cell in every town – doxing all the boys in brown
President Orange calls them communists – subversive scum and anarchists
He brands their actions terrorist-- he’d rather hang with supremacists
Antifascist – Antifa
It’s so easy – it’s so easy to do nothing and let evil thrive
Antifascist – Antifa
It’s quite simple – Antifascists and fascists are not the same
This is the reality – the code word is Identity
A new culture of migrant hate – stand up for the nation state
The politics of now are here – with attitudes from yesteryear
It’s not just racists on the rise – the far right’s getting organised
They say it’s not so easy
To tell the two sides apart
They say they’re both extremists
But only one side has race hate in their hearts
You show no interest in your fate – just sit at home and vegetate
Spoon-fed by big media lies – faculties anaesthetised
They tell you there’s no difference – just keep on sitting on that fence
It’s not you they’re coming for –just paint a red cross on your door
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14. |
Hate Mail
04:10
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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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15. |
There's A War Going On
05:48
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Can’t you see, there’s a war going on out there?
The whole country’s under lock-down now
But you don’t really care
You think it doesn’t affect you
They’re cleansing the cities of the ones you’ll never meet
As they evict them from their homes
Social housing’s being torn down
As they’re forced to the outer zones
Can’t you see, there’s a war going on out there?
It’s a fight for survival now
But you don’t really care
You think it doesn’t affect you
Two million children live in poverty
And they say we’re a civilised land
The social contract’s been rescinded
As a million queue for food banks
So come on take my hand
And I’ll lead you through this hell
And I’ll show you everything
That you deny is happening
This hunger and this pain
This mortal suffering
I’ll show you it all
So come on take my hand
Can’t you see, there’s a war going on out there?
They’re lying and a-cheating now
But you don’t really care
You think it doesn’t affect you
The propaganda ministries
Are working overtime
To falsify the facts & figures
And scare you into line
Can’t you see, there’s a war going on out there?
They’re dividing the whole country now
But you don’t really care
You think it doesn’t affect you
They criticise and demonise
Until your heart is filled with hate
The weak, the poor, the vulnerable
Are abandoned to their fate
So you think you’ve got it good and you’ve got a nice life
With your model kids and your Stepford wife
So you’ve played the game and you’ve come so far
With your house and your money and executive car
You think you’re so secure as your boss loves you
Because you do everything that he tells you to
Everything is perfect, not a cloud in sight
You’ve never had to struggle and you’ve never had to fight
So what you going to do when it all comes crashing down
And you’re left unprotected when the bad times come around
You thought you’d lived the dream but there’s nothing left
Just a mortgage in arrears and a mountain of debt
And your new boss calls you in because he’s got bad news
They’ve found someone younger and much cheaper than you
So you see through all the lies and you finally see the truth
There but for the Grace of God go you….
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16. |
Clear Channel
03:04
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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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17. |
Poundland Society
04:18
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It's time to tear down all the myths
Of empires built, wars waged and won
They sell false pride in history
They sell you lies so you can't see
They've taken everything away
And point elsewhere to assign the blame
They've squandered all your heritage
Everything - they've sold it all - and you got nothing...
Poundland Society
- I see the desperation
- of this divided nation
- wave your flags that's all that you've got left
They started with a futile war
And made you play the patriot
Then they came for the unions
And took away your working rights
They closed down all the factories
Generations laid to waste
They said it's worth the price you paid
But as things changed you were left behind - you were left with nothing...
Now in this world of demagogues
They stir up hatred to unite
So you rally one more time
Behind your flags of ignorance
I'll leave you now as you celebrate
The hollowness of your victory
Your aim was so wide of the mark
You've handed power to the enemy - and you'll always have nothing
Poundland Society
- I see the desperation
- of this divided nation
- enjoy the independence
- of your bargain bin fucked existence
- you've got your sovereignty now
- say hello to penury now
- wave your flags that's all that you've got left
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18. |
The Breitbart Boys
03:41
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He’s a real Firestarter
He’s an arch racist
A lying wife-beater
And a white supremacist
He’s the alt-right fanboy
Of Mephistopheles
Whispering seduction
In ambitious ears
Infiltrate the mainstream and peddle hate
Contaminate the language to control and manipulate
I see it in their eyes – just fascists in disguise
I see through all their lies – just fascists in disguise
The truth will never die – just fascists in disguise
It’s time to take up sides
America The Beautiful
It’s karaoke night
But he can’t see all the right arms
He says he’s got bad sight
He calls the Daily Stormer
To solicit their views
For an article he’s writing
For Breitbart news
Little Tommy name-change has some powerful friends
With very deep pockets so the funding never ends
A nationalist network with an international reach
They organise a rally in the name of Free Speech
They put them on a coach and they bring them all down
To infect our streets and infect our town
But we don’t want these knuckle-draggers around
This is our home – this is London!
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19. |
Under Heavy Manners
03:08
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They’re closing down the clubs, they’re closing down the city
As they build another shopping mall
They’ll keep us dumb with the muzak on
As we buy stupid things we don’t need
Reality show make us famous for a day
Become a D-list celebrity
The emptiness of our hopes and dreams
Is this all we ever want to be?
And we all sit at home and pray to the West
To our false God, Democracy
They pretend our opinions really count
We pretend that we’re really free
Now it’s time to turn the television on
As darkness falls we won’t go out again
There’s a media blackout on the voices of dissent
As they lead us to another war
There’s a bogey-man bearing arms from the West
They deny that it’s all about oil
There is a real war, but it’s not the one we think,
It’s the one waged by the rich upon the poor
With insatiable greed they’ve taken everything
And now they’re coming back for more
They’re wiring every town and they’re wiring every street
So they can monitor us everywhere we go
With CCTV and satellite spies
We know we can never be alone
MI5 are being tasked to listen in
As they erode our civil liberties
But what do we care if we’ve lost our rights
As long as the television’s on…
We’ll never take the streets again
- Wake up look around we’re under heavy manner
- There’s a water cannon waiting and it’s paid for by our taxes
- Let’s tear it all down that’s the only solution
- They call this freedom but it doesn’t apply to us!
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20. |
Armchair Revolution
03:39
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So you think you’re radical
So you think you know it all
Do you live life on the edge?
Does your conscience never rest?
You’re just playing at being
The good bourgeois of such well-meaning
But you’ll only know
A life that’s beamed from a television studio
Armchair revolution – riot in suburbia
Armchair revolution – tear down all those garden fences
Armchair revolution – smash in all those televisions
Armchair revolution
So you always rant and rave
You’re heading for an early grave
Your blood pressure goes sky-high
As you contemplate ‘real life’
You just moan all day
There’s got to be another way
You’ll never do anything
You’re too busy tilting at the windmills in your mind
You’re an armchair warrior
Make the tea and wage class wars
Sit at home and smash the state
Man imagined barricades
No one’s listening
Just hollow words no one believes in
Don’t you realise
You’re a Walter Mitty for domestic paranoids
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