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Punk Is Dead
04:48
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Yes that's right, punk is dead,
It's just another cheap product for the consumers head.
Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors,
Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters.
CBS promote the Clash,
But it ain't for revolution, it's just for cash.
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
And it ain't got a thing to do with you or me.
Movements are systems and systems kill.
Movements are expressions of the public will.
Punk became a movement 'cause we all felt lost,
But the leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost.
Punk narcissism was social napalm,
Steve Jones started doing real harm.
Preaching revolution, anarchy and change
As he sucked from the system that had given him his name.
Well I'm tired of staring through shit stained glass,
Tired of staring up a superstars arse,
I've got an arse and crap and a name,
I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame.
Steve Jones you're napalm,
If you're so pretty (vacant) why do you swarm?
Patti Smith you're napalm,
You write with your hand but it's Rimbaud's arm.
And me, yes I, do I want to burn?
Is there something I can learn?
Do I need a business man to promote my angle?
Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle?
I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear,
The social elite with safety-pins in their ear,
I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing,
The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting.
PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD.
PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD.
PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD
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Securicor
04:14
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I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army,
I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army,
I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army.
I am a working for securicor,
Take the money and come back for more.
I want to do it cause I know I should,
For the customer and the common good.
I walk around with a big alsation,
He'll re-arrange you with no provocation,
And I'm the bugger who has got the lead,
You'll have to be bright if you want to get at me.
Securicor cares. Securicor cares.
Securicor scares the shit out of you,
Do you want to come closer?
I block the pavement with my club and hat,
I deal in money that you can't get at.
You…
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3. |
Reject of Society
06:08
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Not for me the factory floor,
Sweeping up from nine to four.
Not for me the silly rat race,
I don't see the point in anycase.
People ask me why I say what I do,
I say to them, "Well wouldn't you?"
If you were fucked up just like me,
A reject of society.
They say I dig a hole and jump right in,
Well I don't give a shit about anything,
I don't comply to their silly rules,
All they are is hypocritical fools.
You give us conscience money,
Now you start to worry.
The Frankenstein monster you created
Has turn against you now you're hated.
They tell me I'm not what they'd like me to be,
It's their fault, you can't blame me.
They fucking tricked me half the time
Now they've got to stand in line.
They don't like it when they see me have fun,
They turn around and then…
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4. |
General Bacardi
05:20
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I've seen it all before,
Revolution at my back door,
Well whose to say it won't happen all again.
'cause the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain.
They talk from the screen and T.V. tube.
They talk revolution like it's processed food.
They talk of anarchy from music hall stages,
Look for change in colour supplement pages.
They think that by talking from some distant tower,
That something might change in the structure of power.
They dream, they dream, never walk on the street.
They dream, they dream, never stand on their feet.
I've seen it all before,
Revolution at my back door,
Well whose to say it won't happen all again.
Cause the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain.
Alternative values were a fucking con.
They never really meant it when they said "Get it on".
They really meant, "Mine, that's mine", can't you see?
They stamped on our heads so that they could be free.
They formed little groups, like rich mans ghettoes,
Tending their goats and organic tomatoes.
While the world was being fucked by fascist regimes,
They talked of windmills and psychedelic dreams.
I've seen it all before,
Revolution at my back door,
Well whose to say it won't happen all again.
Cause the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain.
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5. |
Do They Owe Us a Living?
05:06
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Fuck the politically minded, here's something I want to say,
About the state of nation, the way it treats us today.
At school they give you shit, drop you in the pit,
You try, you try, you try to get out, but you can't because they've fucked you about.
Then you're a prime example of how they must not be,
This is just a sample of what they've done to you and me.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
Don't want me anymore, 'cause I threw it on the floor.
Used to call me sweet thing, I'm nobody's plaything,
And now that I am different, 'd love to bust my head,
You'd love to see me cop-out, 'd love to see me dead.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
The living that is owed to me I'm never going to get,
They've buggered this old world up, up to their necks in dept.
They'd give you a lobotomy for something you ain't done,
They'll make you an epitomy of everything that's wrong.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
Don't take any notice of what the public think,
They're so hyped up with T.V., they just don't want to think.
They'll use you as a target for demands and for advice,
When you don't want to hear it they'll say you're full of vice.
Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.
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6. |
Fight War, Not Wars
06:53
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Fight War, not wars
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7. |
What a Shame
05:19
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It doesn't take much to bring you down.
There are plenty of people standing round.
They wait till you slacken off just a bit.
Then they fill you up with passive bullshit.
It's too good.
It can't last.
What a shame.
Watch out for the quiet ones at the back.
All they want is the smallest crack.
Everything's happening down the front.
Innocent bystander you're the biggest runt.
Fuck the punks.
Punks are fucked.
It's too loud.
Awful row.
They can't play.
They'll give up.
In the end.
What a shame.
Oh! what a shame!
Oh! what a shame!
It's still the same,
That's what you think.
Watch out for the quiet ones at the back.
All they want is the smallest crack.
Everything's happening down the front.
Innocent bystander you're the biggest runt.
We all now,
It's so bad,
But we say so.
What a shame.
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8. |
Banned from the Roxy
05:41
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Banned from the Roxy... O.K.
I never much liked playing there anyway.
They said they only wanted well behaved boys,
Do they think guitars and microphones are just fucking toys?
Fuck 'em, I chosen to make my stand,
Against what I feel is wrong with this land.
They just sit there on their overfed arses,
Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes.
They keep their fucking power cause their finger's on the button,
They've got control and won't let it be forgotten.
The truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun,
The proof of that is Belfast and that's no fucking fun.
Seeing the squaddy lying in the front yard,
Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence.
Finding the entrance to your own front door is barred
And they've got the fucking nerve to call it defence.
Seems their defence is just the threat of strength,
Protection for the privileged at any length.
The government protecting their profits from the poor,
The rich and the fortunate chaining up the door.
Afraid that the people may ask for a little more
Than the shit they get. The shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get.
DEFENCE? SHIT, IT'S NOTHING LESS THEN WAR
AND NO ONE BUT THE GOVERNMENT KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IT'S FOR.
Oh yes they say it's defence, they say it's decency,
Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean?
The same fucking lies with depressing frequency,
They say "We had to do it to keep our lives clean"
Well whose like? Whose fucking life?
Who the fuck are they talking to?
Whose life? Whose fucking life?
I tell you one thing, it ain't me and you.
And their system, christ, they're everywhere,
School, army, church, corporation deal.
A fucked up reality based on fear,
A fucking conspiracy to stop you feeling real.
Well ain't got me, I'd say their fucking wrong,
I ain't quite ready with my gun, but I've got my song...
Banned from the Roxy, well O.K.
I never much liked playing there anyway.
GUNS.
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9. |
You Pay
03:24
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You're paying for prisons.
You're paying for war.
You're paying for lobotomies.
You're paying for law.
You're paying for their order.
You're paying for their murder.
Paying for your ticket
To watch the farce.
Knowing you've made you're contribution
To the systems fucked solution,
To their political pollution.
No chance of revolution.
No chance of change.
You've got no range.
Don't just take it.
Don't take their shit.
Don't' play their game.
Don't take their blame.
USE YOUR OWN HEAD.
Your turn instead.
It's not apologise. It's not economise.
It's not make do. It's not pull through.
It's not take it. It's not make it.
It's not just you. It's not madmen.
It's not difficult. It's not behave.
It's not, oh well, just this once.
It's fucking impossible.
It's fucking unbearable.
It's fucking stupid.
FUCKING STUPID
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