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Lyrics and Sounds...
Songs
from "You're Not Old Enough To Know You're Born Yet" ep
What's
Our Name Again
Off
The Rails
The
World Changes Forever Every Day
A.B.S.T.A.I.N
They
There's
No Newspaper Worth Buying
Indict
Ariel Sharon
Songs
from new 3 track ep
Fascist
Gobshite
Laughing
Hypothetical
Collectables
What's
Our Name Again
Cop
car / pile up / cop car (what's our name again)
We want / a cop car / pile up (what's our name again)
A pile up / pile up / pile up / pile up
HEAR
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Off
The Rails
I
wish I had gone off the rails before
Stop
the world! I wanna retire to a cabin in the foothills,
The door-mat is for muddy boots, not where the utility service put bills,
This will be my life ending, totally in control,
Prepare the slab where I must lie, oh bless my crooked soul,
Stop
the car! You’ve gone too far, and go back round the roundabout,
I’m not so sure, I’ve seen something, I think I’ve finally found a doubt,
The gas utility billed me, the media has distilled me,
They’ve cleaned out what I once had, my governments’ nearly killed me…
Stop
the bus! -oh driver give me time to find my feet,
I’m old you know, so drive off slow, I haven’t found a seat,
My brain’s as active as it used to be, a beat I’ll never miss,
But the stand-up comedy dictates that we all smell of piss,
Stop
the tram! Ding! Ding! I want to sing to the nuts and bolts and nails,
Slam the tram into a pram or take it off the rails,
Off the rails! Off the rails! Let’s enjoy our eccentricity,
Old
and mad, beautiful and bad, be sure to come and visit me…
Stop
the train, I'm in pain and I want to disembark,
and drink tea with the elders in the village after dark,
With the locusts in the lamp-light & the crickets in the trees,
and
an early fresh-fruit breakfast in a light savannah breeze
HEAR
IT
The
World Changes Forever Every Day
This
is talk -this is pork, this is bullshit -this is beef,
This Islam -is the scapegoat, for the Free World grief,
The Islam to the slaughter, by some Prick across the water,
Buttons pushed by Bush for all mankind, I think you oughta-
have really thought this through, Who the fuck are you?
To cry boo-hoo then follow through, with an attack on who you think
is due…
C’mon!!,
…. that’s-someone-else’s-son-or-daughter,
Oh I think you oughta, retract-your-knee-jerk-slaughter,
Or-you’ll-get-hell-from-every-rocket-shell, they’ll sock it to ya very
well,
We’ll all get hit, all-kinds-of-shit, everybody-fell-there’s-a-rotting-smell,
All hell breaks loose, there can be no truce, every blast of every mortar,
The world is choked ‘cos you provoked, the wrath of every quarter…
He
calls for war when he’s not sure, who the fuck he’s calling for,
But heads will roll, blood will spill, Bush will gladly kill, kill,
kill,
Bomb a fuckin’ stretch of sand, blow the peasants off their land,
Call upon your right hand man, Blair the Bland, take a stand,
Lead us into a useless war, I’m sure we got some points to score,
Kill some more and kill some more, Bush knows what we’re fighting for…
For-him-it’s-only-lamb-and-mutton-to-the-frontline-overseas,
But-we-can’t-jam-the-button, or-harness-a-radioactive-breeze,
Collateral damage friendly fire, statistics in a war for hire,
To secure an oil pipeline, for a man who is a constant liar,
I don’t want you be slayed Bush, but you know you’re bad,
You-know-cos-you’ve-implied,
it’s a Crusade, for a Jihad,…
HEAR
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A.B.S.T.A.I.N.
(All Blood Sports Tear Away Into Nature)
Abstain!
Abstain! Abstain!
It
was something to write home about, if they bothered to care,
Animals are made for exploitation, no thought there,
It was certainly an entry for my daily log,
The warm-hearted chat-show host had a wallet made from a frog,
He assured us that in Australia this particular breed are vermin, a
pest,
Ahhh, c’mon you know the rest…
Bleed
the same, bleed the same,
All animals bleed the same…
Abstain!
Abstain! Abstain!
I
know so many of whom have their heads buried in their sofa,
That fella whom on his way to school would take shots at any gopher,
You bastard, nerve endings, emotions, feelings,
Your arse on the sofa cushion, your brains into the ceilings,
And in between the wild ones, quietly die,
No meat, no fun, no pets, no asking why…
Bleed
the same, bleed the same,
All animals bleed the same…
Abstain!
Abstain! Abstain!
Sheep-skin,
fur-coat, or what you wanna flog as that,
You wouldn’t be so happy if it was your dog or cat,
Are you gonna eat that McLambdogfishmcfillet?
If I gave it a name, you’d still kill it,
For fun every week you might seek the old and weak,
They can’t run any faster, you’re so brave you fuckin’ bastard…
So
brave….so fuckin’ brave…YOU BASTARD!!
How
fuckin' hard can it to be to differentiate between a wild animal and
a domesticated animal?
How
the fuck would you like it if you were torn to pieces!
All
blood sports tear away into nature!!
HEAR
IT
They
THEY!
They’ve got no sense, no understanding,
THEY! They are surly, they are demanding,
THEY! They don’t give, they take, they run and grab,
THEY! They eat kebab!
HEAR
IT
There's
No Newspaper Worth Buying
There’s
no newspaper worth buying, they’re all just there to read,
Why put your money into something that’ll sit and watch you bleed?
The facelessness of Britain craves for identity,
We dig deep to invent ourselves a personality…
Chorus
Build the feeling of a nation, one that feels like dying,
Take care of yourself for another day, there’s no newspaper worth
buying…
It
rises in the Eastern sky and sets a Western world,
On their toes, God only knows, what mind you’ll find their lies
were hurled,
I’ll annihilate their information when it comes my way,
I’ve read the sport, nothing bought, I’ll never have to pay…
Disorder
in the workplace, Apathy at home,
And bitterness and paranoia feed the mouths at which we foam,
It all comes down to realisation, of what we’re being fed,
What every tabloid represents and just what’s being said…
HEAR
IT
Indict
Ariel Sharon
Fifteen
others with Saleh Shehada,
Sharon maintains the upkeep of the Intifada,
Barbarian, psychopath, cold-blooded killer,
The Butcher of Sabra, The Butcher of Shatilla…
Executioner,
warlord, firestarter,
Muhammad Al-Durrah had to die a martyr,
At the hands of a soldier, or a coward rather,
As the frightened boy cowers against his father,
Get
your tanks, roadblocks, outposts and go,
Tell your illegal settlers, ‘End of the show!’,
Pack up and go home or remain at a cost,
You know more innocent, Jewish lives will be lost…
The
Bulldozer, taking pride in his nickname,
The persecution of civilians is a sick game,
You’re time is up, long, long gone,
Let’s stand together and say, “INDICT ARIEL SHARON…!”
HEAR
IT
Fascist
Gobshite
Die
you scum, fascist gboshite
Fascist
scum, we’ll see you fail,
David Copeland’s gonna die in jail,
Fascist scum, bit by bit,
Chris Castle’s dead, oh whoopee shit,
Fascist scum, oh hear me sing,
Your deaths don’t mean a fuckin’ thing,
On a fascist scale from nought to ten,
We’ll see you fail again and again!!
HEAR
IT
Laughing
Only
when the sun shines as the city sleeps at night,
Only when there is no wind but all the leaves take up in flight,
Only when the shadow of death is hanging above your head,
Only then you will remember all those warning signs of red,
Only when you’ve touched the naked flesh, scarred like rusted chrome,
Then you know you have been touched, it’s enveloped your home,
When you’re forced to touch a nerve, and lay your demons bare,
When you’ve been touched by pain and death, you’ll see me
standing laughing there….
HEAR
IT
Hypothetical
Collectables
Kidnap,
robbery, torture and rape,
It’s all brought to court, ‘cos they caught you on tape,
Drape the coffin with the bloodied rags of your victim,
Bullshittin’ and scoffin’ as you punched him and kicked,
Carefully concealed razor-blade, gun in a sock,
Menacing your neighbourhood, runnin’ amok,
Knock-knock and you’re in, the frail you can knock,
But father never realizes his son is in the dock,
Floating in the dock as the judge presides,
“This is one of the most tragic cases of homicide”,
Yes, very unnecessary,
Deny yourself the priviledge, one bite of the cherry…….
chorus
Welcome to the prison full of hypothetical collectables,
A story told that isn’t bull, spurned by the insurrectables,
Expect it to pull a respectable crowd, entertained and a merry and proud,
Now watch the tears roll, even the tears sound loud…………
The
shreds of a threat lie deep within,
Culminating on the corner of a head of a pin,
An inch from the nerve center, points to your throat,
As you entertain the dreams that they wrote,
You’re trapped in their darkness and only the light cares,
Re-entering hell from their foolish nightmares,
Their painful scribe will be worth no vibe,
You can’t match their threat, you can’t take their vibe,
You can’t take their minds , ‘cos they’ll make you forget,
The words of a promise and the shreds of a threat,
Yes, very, unnecessary,
Deny yourself the priviledge, one bite of the cherry………
HEAR
IT
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