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Red Nose
05:06
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Teddy in the corner, dummy spat out
We all now suffer your imbecilic shouts.
Eyes shifting, scheming, devious cogs glitching
Moral high ground circumventing, decency slipping.
Hidden agendas with rotting splendour
Rules mutating to your own selfish end or
Broke impatiently and blatantly again and again
Short circuits and cruel wiring in your elitist brain
Never underestimate the suited fool
Playing by a set of self serving rules
Never write off idiot clown in a shirt and tie
Red nose red button it might be time to die
Opaque and full of hate, snob degeneration
Poised to ignore those who implore consideration
Full steam ahead guns cocked and loaded
All that is good and right swftly eroded
Rolling behemoth carving a path through the electorate
Bloody financial vampires, what else did we expect
An impending crisis with their own immunity certain
Manipulated de-mock-racy, call the final curtain
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This Town
03:05
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Verse1
29 years and I’m tired of this place
And I know every face and the lives that they waste
And I’ve seen people try and I’ve watched their hopes die
And their streets fall apart and their livelihoods fry
C) Why can’t this place just let me go
Verse 2
I’ve watched pretty towns move steadily down
Once greeted with smiles now just a frown
Community spirit once given with love
now just a haven for thugs and their drugs
C) Why can’t this place just let me go x2
Verse 3
The pigs are short staffed and the council ain’t there
Preferring new Phones to community care
nice housing estates now falling apart
Council tax spent on pointless street art
Why can’t this place just let me go
Verse 4
Jobs have died out and zero h rules
Agency work where they treat you like fools
Desperate faces in every shop door
90% of them begging to score
C) Why can’t this place just let me go x2
Verse 5
One face I knew a hardworking guy
Now sleeping by Tesco’s just waiting to die
His world in a trolley he takes every where
His dignity crushed as I watch people stare
C) Why can’t this place just let me go
Verse 6
It's hard to fit in and it’s hard to make friends
once an outsider outside till the end
I’ve been far from perfect I’ve lied and deceived
So maybe it’s karma that won’t let me leave
C) Why can’t this place just let me go x2
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Aristrocity
03:12
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Diseased mutant species rule
Breeding ever crueler fools
Bark and brey such words they say
Falsehoods and spilt blood as they play
Sly and controlling Spinning and winning
From the beginning, power from sinning
Corrupted at heart with no remorse
Trampled subservients par for the course.
Laughing insanely, grinning inanely
Profiting from the populous, richer daily
Insidious plotting, Inwardly drooling,
Speel that's not real but they're so good at fooling
Teflon skin, mud never sticks
Almost untouchable elitist pricks
As slick as oil and just as polluting
Power trip leeches with their proles saluting
Dummies richly dressed and past their best
Falsely deified and expecting nothing less
Unblinking and blinkered stinking posh fuckers
Grinding heels in our shoulders as we raise them from the gutters
Atrocity atrocity
So much better than you or me
Explain to me why they should be
Safe in their towers of ivory
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Take It All
05:07
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You take and you take but you never give it back
Is it any wonder how the people react
You take and take and you never give it back
This how we feel when we’re under attack
Steal from the poor and give it to the rich if the maga cap fits then wear it you shit
you shit you Fucker ain’t nothing you ain’t got but it’s never enough you want the whole damn lot
When all is said and done you only want one thing
that’s money that’s dollars and the power it brings
That power that lust the only thing you trust the
The only thing you want and you want it from us
So you con and you lie and you swindle till we die
Every little drop till there’s nothing left to cry
Every single trick Till our veins have bled dry
When we’re battered and bruised we don’t even ask why
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We Say How High
04:00
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Your anger is misplaced it’s the ones without a face that have you focused on race
a divisive tactic that’s practically got you foaming at the mouth gnawing at the strap as they crack the whip and we do our bit
Go to work sweat and bleed do as your told and do what we need
You don’t get paid to think , now work and drink until you sink into the pit of despair
and don’t pretend you’ve never been there , we all have we all question why
we all shit and bleed and cry
so work till you die then you can buy those nice things
those trinkets and rings, those baubles and phones and TVs that give the illusion of being free
of being happy when what we can’t see is that they are all just links in the chain that binds us
that grind us into nothing more than flesh machines, expendable until we’re no
longer useful ,then cast us aside
and there’s no place to hide just the illusion of normalcy that is in truth just slavery . Bravery doesn’t help when your just another whelp in the melting pot ,another tiny cog in the infinite machine that demeans and has no meaning save for perpetual existence
so resist all you like,you're just a speck, a fleck of dust in the eye of the beholder whether young or older it matters not not an inch, not a jot it's hard to believe that this is your lot
But still we're concerned with what others have got, keep rivalry alive as a means to survive, to keep us distracted from the fact that we're owned that we're trash,
our value defined with cold hard cash
Or cars or houses or horses or clothes ,your bank balance is full but you're still fucking owned
We're all fucking cloned in schools and in work,with tv and rules and agendas, all made to put us in our place that space that was reserved from the day we were born till the day that we die
Try step out of line and I'm sure you'll find that they're on you like a ton of bricks those morally corrupt pricks those so called elite that defeat at every turn, like they know every next move but they're just tugging the strings they say jump we say how high we don't question why we just do and die . We just complain and comply
Yes we're fucking angry but the anger is misplaced divide and conquer keeps us sitting firmly in our place
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