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U.D.I.
03:03
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They've put this country up for sale
It used to be worth more
But now it's in the Poundland store
Everything that wasn't fastened down
It's flown out the door
To secret bidders from offshore
The bargain hunters got the best
While vultures circle for what's left
UDI - what the hell is wrong with this country
UDI - I want to declare my independence
UDI - I want to break free from this failed state
Public services at breaking point
The hospitals are full
And hungry children in our schools
Homeless people dying on our streets
No shelter for the sick and ill
Universal credit kills
The suicide rate's on the rise
As a nation's hopes are allowed to die
Failed politicians
Elective dictatorship
Doing just what they want
Where has all the money gone?
What's happened to this nation?
What's happened to compassion?
Are we so numb we no longer feel?
Pandora's Box was opened years ago
Hatred, fear and bigotry
Are now the usual currency
Destruction, chaos, capital
Dark money funded lies
A mission to destabilise
The situation's desperate
The world's first 1st world failed state
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2. |
The Blank Generations
03:48
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Suicidal thoughts and alienation
Bourgeois comforts and self-detestation
Amnesia and the downfall of a nation
Imperial dreams then crushing reparation
A fragile national psyche and hyperinflation
A cleansing of the ego through Idolisation
A new national pride and armoured restoration
No moral judgement just abnegation
So, this is what he wants to say to you – you’re the blank generation
This is what he really thinks of you – you’re the blank generation
Can’t you see:
- You make a stand or you stand for nothing
- There’s more to this than just your ego
- Your silence is complicity
Looking at the wreckage of a brutalised nation
Eleven years of cuts and deprivation
The shrinking of the state and rationalisation
Rewards for the few and not the wider population
Small town boredom and desperation
A cultural desert of neglected desolation
A feeling of disgust for ‘The Useless Generation’
Of baggy minds and druggy veneration
So, this is what they want to say to you – you’re the blank generation
This is what they really think of you – you’re the blank generation
Can’t you see:
- You make a stand or you stand for nothing
- There’s more to this than just your ego
- Your silence is complicity
So, here we are – you had it all
You had the best of everything – but now it’s gone
Pull the ladder up – on those still to come
You look down on them – for not being born the same time as you…
Then you moan about foreigners and immigration,
Cultural identity and isolation
London has fallen to Islamification,
Metropole elites and liberalisation
You swallow all the lies about this glorious nation
Pomp and circumstance for the big occasions
Tug your forelock and know your station
And turn your backs on the younger generations!
So, this is what we want to say to you – you’re the blank generation
This is what we really think of you – you’re the blank generation
Can’t you see:
- You make a stand or you stand for nothing
- There’s more to this than just your ego
- Your silence is complicity
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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. |
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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5. |
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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6. |
Haters Hate
03:28
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Where did it go wrong?
You feel so powerless
Now the potency of youth has long gone
The dying of the light
There’s nothing left to do
But to stand your ground for one last fight
Repelling the tide with all your might
But your anger makes you blind and you’re losing your grip
You think you’re being robbed of your white male privilege…and…
Haters hate – so what you going to do?
When everything turns out the same…
Haters hate – so what you going to do?
When there’s no one else to blame…
An imagined history
A better time and place
When no one dared to challenge your patriarchy, and…
A past that isn’t yours
You’re just deluding yourself
When you talk of victory and two World Wars
You’re stealing memories of a justified cause
You’re dragging us back to the previous century
In a vain attempt to assert your authority
So you hate your wife because she earns more than you
And you hate your kids – they never listen to you
You hate your neighbours as they don’t look like you
And you hate everyone who doesn’t think like you
So you hate all the liberals and the socialists
You hate the tree huggers and the communists
And you hate all the students and the feminists
You hate all foreigners and the antiracists
Burn down this nation
No hope for the future generations
Your toxic legacy
Of fascism cloaked in the word democracy
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7. |
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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8. |
No Country For The Young
03:38
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It’s so hard to recognise the place that you’ve become now
All the colours drained – you look at life in black & white now
I remember there was a time – not so many years ago
When the future looked so bright – but now you’ve lost all hope…
So, who will care for you – I don’t know
You’ve pushed everyone away for a future life of isolation
So, who will care for you – I don’t know
This hostile environment – this is no longer a country for the young
You emerged from years of darkness, unaccustomed to the sunlight
A blinded victim of deception by union flags and false messiahs
They said they’d make you great again and heal the pain for all
But then they sold you out and led you to illegal war
They say you can judge a nation
Not from the celebration
Of its rich and powerful
But how it looks after its poor….
Now you’ve fallen victim to career politicians and charlatans
Every bigot’s been given licence – now they’re on the march again
A high-jacked destiny – a sham democracy
This demagoguery ends in treachery
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