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RICH WHITE GHETTO
Take a ride through the rich white ghetto and see things how they really are
Forget Rio and Soweto, here the poor only have one car
There's no children in the rich white ghetto, everyday the old folks mourn
Picket fences and the stench of Dettol, a thousand hoses douse a thousand lawns
The pigs don't go to the rich white ghetto, for curtain twitchers police themselves
They sit and watch the dust mites settle on the books upon the shelves

Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, where the cars look better upside down
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, on the other side of town
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, show the hatred that they spawn
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, pour asphalt on their lawns
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
Blasting punk, hardcore and metal, let's go down to the rich white ghetto

Surveillance cameras, electric fences
The silence relieves you of your senses
Double garages, gravelled drives
The products of successful lives
Stockpiled freezers, satellite TV
Soap opera land in 3D
Hybrid flowers, imported turf
A living TV hell on earth

Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
Blasting punk, hardcore and metal, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
Rich white ghetto

Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, let's go down to the rich white ghetto
Let's go down to the rich white ghetto, let's go down to the rich white ghetto

CALL OFF THE DOGS
Call off the dogs I say now, call off the dogs
There's only so many pints of blood, so call off your dogs
Like I said there's nothin' doin', and you say the same to me
Time and time and time again, there's nowt to do for free
The only time we add up is to promptly take away
Incurring debts without safety nets, try to keep the dogs at bay

Call off the dogs I say now, call off the dogs
There's only so many pints of blood, so call off your dogs
Like he said there's nothin' doin', and she turned the other cheek
No amount of sense, can make eighty five pence last another fuckin' week
They sit, they wait, they ponder, but no amount of thought
Can buy, disguise or materialise, the things that can't be bought

Call off the dogs I say now, call off the dogs
There's only so many pounds of flesh, so call off your dogs
And still there's nothin' doin', but we've only ourselves to blame
Abolish job search and bring back the birch, but who's gonna make a fresh claim?
So if you want your fuckin' bounty, you can take it out of my shit
After all I'm a yob and I ain't got a job, and if I did IÕd quit

Keep your wolves from my door, keep your wolves from my door
Call off the dogs I say now, call off the dogs
You can keep your fuckin' handouts, but just call off your dogs
Call off the dogs I say now, call off the dogs
If we ainÕt fuckin' got it you canÕt fuckin' have it, so call off your dogs

FUNDAMENTALLY FLAWED
Everything I do is fundamentally flawed
Never realise it 'til the other team's scored
Spend my whole life dwelling in regret
Cuz I only see the truth in retrospect
Find it real hard to admit IÕm wrong
So don't you dare criticise this song
Or you're gonna find me swingin' from the cord
Cuz everything I do is fundamentally flawed

Fundamentally, fundamentally, fundamentally, fundamentally
Fundamentally, fundamentally, fundamentally... flawed

Everything I do is fundamentally flawed
Can't ever get up for falling on my sword
Just can't ever seem to get the knack
One step forward's always two steps back
I always check the blindfold before I jump
Come and pay homage at the city dump
Don't step inside my mental ward
Cuz everything I do is fundamentally flawed

Fundamentally, fundamentally, fundamentally, fundamentally
Fundamentally, fundamentally, fundamentally...

Everything I do is fundamentally flawed
Too busy talkin' to be ignored
I'm always right even when I'm wrong
Just what the fuck is going on
There's a point in life I think I missed
But if I went and died I wouldn't exist
I won't leave no reason to be deplored
Cuz everything I do is fundamentally flawed!

SHELF LIFE
I hear a murmur ride the cold blue skies
It echoes past then on the breeze it dies
From a distant yard comes the time bell toll
And autumn's silence calls the honour roll
Then the past floods in, and the thoughts well up
Oh, we all so wanted to be grown up
For the echoing chaos of the boys and girls
Is little more than practice for the adult world

What will become, become of them
They can't be more than nine or ten
What will it hold, the future I mean
I already dislike the little IÕve seen
What will become, become of them
They can't be more than nine or ten
What will it hold, the future I mean
I already dislike the little I've seen

Stumble drunk, in the park
A strange scary safety envelopes you in the dark
Study the skies, a blackened page
I know little more now I'm twice the fucking age
Shadows dance upon the wall
Last impressions linger before they fall
Just like the souls who came and went
Their time with me seemed quickly spent

So what became, became of you
Became of them, what do they now do
What became, what became, what became of me
We were too busy living to stop and see
So what became, became of you
Became of them, what do they now do
What became, what became, what became of me
We were too busy living to stop and see

A ring-a-ring, as thick as thieves
A pocket full of complexities
We argue an issue
We all fall down
What will become, what will become
A ring-a-ring, as thick as thieves
A pocket full of complexities
We argue an issue
We all fall down
We are falling down, we are falling down
Falling down, falling down, falling down, falling down

SOMEONE THREW A BOTTLE
Someone threw a bottle, someone threw a brick
Someone changed tomorrow, someone threw a fit
We are all scared of the big man, we are all scared of the stick
We are all turning our heads now, we are all leaving quick

Run now, turn-a-fucking-way
It's the same old shit tomorrow, if you turn and flee today
Run scared, and bite the bit
Cuz someone threw a bottle and nothing came of it
Run with the cattle, run with the pack
For it's easier to turn away than to turn and fight them back
Run from the battle, run with the herd
For it's easier to bleat together, than to turn and say a word

Someone threw a bottle, someone threw the V's
Someone walked away from, someone on their knees
We are all scared of the system, we are all scared of the gun
How will it ever go away now, if we always turn and run

Run now, turn and seize the day
It's the same old shit tomorrow if you turn and flee today
Run hard, and kick the shit
Cuz someone threw a bottle that was already lit
Run to the battle, run to the attack
Forget the ones who shout the loudest, they're always at the back
Run from the cattle, run from the herd
Forget the ones who bleat together, theyÕll always go unheard

A NASTY PIECE OF WORK SESSIONS

SLEIGHT OF HAND
Am I fair in my assumption
That we're all merited by our consumption
And the people of this land
Are kept controlled by sleight of hand?

Do you expect me to believe
That they're all worth what they receive
And that we can all walk free
As long as we're content in our apathy
Well I'll tell you one thing straight
There are some of us who don't take the bait
We don't shake, cough or twitch
At the thought of acting like the rich
Sleight of hand

Am I fair in my assumption
That we're all merited by our consumption
And the people of this land
Are kept controlled by sleight of hand?

The great magician takes centre stage
His true intentions are hard to gauge
You watch his eyes while he splits the pack
But you don't see the ace behind his back
He moves his hands and your view is barred
As he asks you to choose another card
And while you're still gazing at his face
He reaches 'round and he grabs the ace
Sleight of hand

Am I fair in my assumption
That we're all merited by our consumption
And the people of this land
Are kept controlled by sleight of hand?

The necessary illusions expand apace
To keep us indifferent and in our place
We don't understand or comprehend
Who it is or what they intend
So we ask of them to leave us be
With our beer and smokes and shit TV
The place where things aren't what they seem
Forget your life, embrace our dream
Sleight of hand

EASIER SAID THAN DONE
The mouth is mightier than the pen
So what if I screwed up again
So little time, so much to do
The end is nigh, this much ain't true
For every one that wants to succeed
A hundred more try to impede
The progress of the troubled few
Who've got better things to do

It's easier said than done
From webs of lies great tales are spun
It's easier said than done
From webs of lies great tales are spun
It's easier said than done
So much easier said than done

With baited breath and out of sight
The huddled critics eyes indict
They bide their time with childrens games
Then creep to pick at the remains
Their methods always beg the question
Of how they don't get indigestion
On all the beliefs that they espouse
Scooping bullshit hand to mouth

It's easier said than done
From webs of lies great tales are spun
It's easier said than done
From webs of lies great tales are spun
It's easier said than done
So much easier said than done

The hate filled venom they invent
Don't fan the flames of discontent
Cuz they're just pissing on the shrine
Not casting pearls before the swine

It's easier said than done
From webs of lies great tales are spun
It's easier said than done
From webs of lies great tales are spun
It's easier said than done
So much easier said than done

CHEMICAL SUNRISE
Don't the sky look beautiful today
What you can't see doesn't hurt you
Poison clouds conceal the real decay
Whatever you do don't look behind you
It paints a picture so serene
To watch the orange turn to green
Just like an image from a dream
Paint by numbers with no key
Wash your brushes in the sea
Impressionism via industry

Avert your eyes, it's no surprise
The sky's disguised to hide the chemical sunrise
Don't you forget, it's not over yet
Why do we let them paint a chemical sunset

Don't the sky look beautiful tonight
Smog reflects the light around you
Two lovers kiss beneath the stale moonlight
But things are dieing all around you
It's not a trick of the light
That makes the sun burn so bright
It's that we exercise our right
Bring the oceans to the boil
Mix in well the broken soil
You're free to paint your landscape in oil
Avert your eyes, it's no surprise
The sky's disguised to hide the chemical sunrise
Don't you forget, it's not over yet
Why do we let them paint a chemical sunset

Cars and planes and boats and trains
Factories and profit gains
Will bring the onset of the rains
Global schemes and big machines
Will send us well beyond our means
More than science fiction future dreams

Don't you forget, it's not over yet
Why do we let them paint a chemical sunset
Avert your eyes, it's no surprise
The sky's disguised to hide the chemical sunrise

THE GUNPOWDER PLOT
Men of straw in a house of cards
Secret police and security guards
Hide the truth behind closed doors
Of complex lies and splendid wars
And remote control media facades
The yes men agreed and obeyed
To Mr. Cowards moral crusade
They blame the problem they create
Distort the facts and legislate
And dream of all the money they've made

We need another gunpowder plot
Blow their cover, expose the lot
Avenge for all the lies
And blow them to the skies
See the whites of their eyes
Gunpowder plot
Gunpowder plot, gunpowder plot
We need another gunpowder plot, oh yeah

The best laid plans of mice and men
Are tucked away inside number ten
The rats don't leave a sinking ship
They increase the membership
Cover up and do it again
Your wallet dictates who you elect
For that's where you keep your intellect
Another shift to the right
Middle class, male and white
You're the ones that it don't affect

We need another gunpowder plot
Blow their cover, expose the lot
Avenge for all the lies
And blow them to the skies
See the whites of their eyes
Gunpowder plot
Gunpowder plot, gunpowder plot
We need another gunpowder plot, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Gunpowder plot

DEPARTURE
Whilst driving backwards through the days
I tried to focus but the window was glazed
I wiped the moisture with my sleeve
And saw more clearly what I'd retrieved
A streetlight hit the curve of the screen
Obscuring for a moment what I thought I'd seen
And then it hit me from the dark
This was the place that had left it's mark

As I stepped out into the rain
I could hear the clatter of the night's last train
Saw the headlights on the hill
A cat seeking sanctum on a windowsill
I struck a light, turned from the wet
Tasted the warmth from the cigarette
But something didn't seem quite the same
As I walked on that winter's night Unsheltered from the rain

The transaction was arranged
And the faces had been changed
Leaving me myself estranged
In this departure
There was something that it lacked
That was lost in the retract
Somewhere after the fact
In greener pasture

There was something undisclosed
Apart from the fact that the seasons were opposed
The salad days and summer sun
Had long since departed as so many had done
New kids, lived in this neighbourhood
And the kids I knew lived in adulthood
Flown the coop their separate ways
And left me stranded with this malaise

The transaction was arranged
And the faces had been changed
Leaving me myself estranged
In this departure
There was something that it lacked
That was lost in the retract
Somewhere after the fact
In greener pasture
The transaction was arranged
And the faces had been changed
Leaving me myself estranged
In this departure
There was something that it lacked
That was lost in the retract
Somewhere after the fact
In greener pasture

NOTHING TO OFFER
Idle hands but busy mouthes
Heading north but walking south
Criticise so resolute
But nothing more to contribute
From little seeds great gardens grow
But bitter weeds are all you sow
Try so hard to invest
While you just get it off your chest

You offer nothing, you get nothing in return
You offer nothing and you'll never learn
Just offer everything you've got
It may not be a whole damn lot
But offer nothing There's no reason for concern
And if you don't demand respect
Then what the fuck do you expect
You offer nothing, you get nothing in return

So what have you to donate
When all you do is to negate
Let's try a little activity
If nothing more to convince me
If you've got nothing good to say
Then don't just say it anyway
Merit creativity
Nothing grows from jealousy

You offer nothing, you get nothing in return
You offer nothing and you'll never learn
Just offer everything you've got
It may not be a whole damn lot
But offer nothing
There's no reason for concern
And if you don't demand respect
Then what the fuck do you expect
You offer nothing, you get nothing in return

Thoughts that glow and words that burn
No deposit, no return
Let's do more than just complain
And our efforts might not be in vain
You wear your heart upon your sleeve
But little more has been achieved
You reap awards when you create
Don't consume, participate

You offer nothing, you get nothing in return
You offer nothing and you'll never learn
Just offer everything you've got
It may not be a whole damn lot
But offer nothing
There's no reason for concern
And if you don't demand respect
Then what the fuck do you expect
You offer nothing, you get nothing in return

You offer nothing, you offer nothing, you offer nothing, you offer nothing
You offer nothing, you offer nothing, you offer nothing
You get nothing in, nothing in return
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing in return

DO YOU FEEL LUCKY, PUNK?
Do you feel lucky, punk?
When you're pissing and moaning and getting drunk
Does it feel fortunate, that you can afford to be down on your luck?

Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost

Do you feel lucky, punk?
When you're living in shit and banging up junk
Does it satisfy, that there are those out there who don't choose how they die
Yeah, the whole world's corrupt, but that doesn't mean you can self-destruct
Take nothing for granted, utilise providence to your advantage

Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Appreciate the cost, appreciate the cost

Do you feel lucky, punk?
When you're pissing and moaning and getting drunk
Does it feel fortunate, that you can afford to be down on your luck?

Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost
Turn in, drop out, get lost, appreciate the cost

CAN YOU HEAR THE WORDS?
Gesticulate, express, dictate
From poverty to church and state
Just make sure your rips are straight
Three chords in and punch the air
Fashion shirt'n'spiked up hair
Message? Do you really care?
To unsettle and scare 'em
You spike, rip and tear 'em
If the boots fit you wear 'em
Entertainment for the mass
Punk rock's fallen on it's arse
A youthclub for the middle class
Entertainment for the mass
Punk rock's fallen on it's arse
A playground for the middle class

Can you hear the words? x8

Is the tempo or the image right?
A soundtrack to which you can fight?
Or somewhere to drink on Friday night?
Punk belief or drunk relief?
The spanner's caught up in the teeth
Teenage phase? Where's the beef?
Vegan straight edge action man
Where d'you fit in the masterplan?
You're nothing more than a music fan
The dancing makes you feel alive
Forget your problems as you dive
An office job when you're twenty five
I know all this may sound absurd
But of all the songs you ever heard
Did you only ever learn the swear words?

Can you hear the words? x8

Blah blah power blah blah government
Blah blah death blah blah famine
Blah blah pain blah blah starvation
Blah blah hate blah blah injustice
Blah blah corporation blah blah war
Blah blah system blah blah disease
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

SIGNING OFF
This permanent absconder
Who flew alone to the wild blue yonder
With an ultimate request not to return
Absent without leave
Knew what was to be achieved
Not forward or reverse but crash and burn

Can you hear me?
I still walk in this machine
With others near me
I can talk and I can dream
Too much incentive
For me to sit down and recite
Just be inventive
And don't lose the fight
Don't lose the fight

There's more to falling foul
Than throwing in the towel
You don't know if you'll win unless you've tried
Perpetual exclusion
Don't see the plot to it's conclusion
And there's no fucking sense in suicide

Can you hear me?
I still walk in this machine
With others near me
I can talk and I can dream
Too much incentive
For me to sit down and recite
Just be inventive
And don't lose the fight
Don't lose the fight

Wrappers, bags and crap, sit in the breeze and flap
On a city dump miles from home
Battered, ripped and rotten, discarded and forgotten
They listen to the distance all alone
Alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
Alone, all alone, all alone, all alone

Can you hear me?
I still walk in this machine
With others near me
I can talk and I can dream
Too much incentive
For me to sit down and recite
Just be inventive
And don't lose the fight
Don't lose the fight, don't lose the fight

ACCESS DENIED
There's no opportunity, there's no success
There's only greedy people who protect their interests
There's no way in unless your family owns the key
My parents have fuck all where's that leave me?

Access denied, it's all cut and dried
Your future's foretold when your time's bought and sold
Access, access, access, denied, denied, denied, denied
Access denied, denied

You give all your time to the forty year production line
You hate every day you're wishing away
They beat you hands down, you work yourself into the ground
Surplus to requirements, forced into retirement

Access denied, it's all cut and dried
Your future's foretold when your time's bought and sold
Access, access, access, denied, denied, denied, denied
Access denied, denied

You give 'em your best years for fake plastic gestures
And what's your reward? A bed in the heart ward
Then they house you like rats in retirement flats
The obsolete trash of the poor working class

Access denied, it's all cut and dried
Your future's foretold when your time's bought and sold
Access, access, access, denied, denied, denied, denied
Access denied, denied
Access denied, access denied

ZERO VISIBILITY SESSIONS

MAKE ME A WINNER
When the messengers seek to create the news
The people forget they've got a right to refuse
If they tell you long enough that their product is right
You'll make them their stars overnight
Greasy palms oil cogs of machines
The celluloid flickers as they sell you their dreams
When you awake you'll have none of your own
The seeds have been sown

Oh god, make me a winner, please make it so
I could never quite do it on my own
I need a helping hand, a guiding light
So please make me a winner, a winner tonight

Let me tell you what You're gonna get
From the jaws of the media from your TV set
We're talking 'bout a cultural coup d'etat
When all of a sudden life imitates art
And let me tell you what you're gonna see
When they monopolise the market and democracy
There's a table on the wasteland where the have-not's dine
Scrambling in the mud with the swine

Oh god, make me a winner, please make it so
I could never quite do it on my own
I need a helping hand, a guiding light
So please make me a winner, a winner tonight

The false idols of a sterile generation
Fills the void of their rest and recreation
Culturcide is a fair exchange
Don't expect any change
The illusion of abundance from freedom of choice
A thousand words from one common voice
The dictators words are softly spoken
The barcode is broken

Oh god, make me a winner, please make it so
I could never quite do it on my own
I need a helping hand, a guiding light
So please make me a winner, a winner tonight
Oh god, make me a winner, please make it so
I could never quite do it on my own
I need a helping hand, a guiding light
So please make me a winner, a winner tonight

UNCONDITIONAL
Now I see it, slip slipping away
Sometimes I notice, just how I have aged
Drawing conclusions, in the lines on my face
Run out of fingers, trying to count the days
You know what really, bothers me the most
I never could allow, anything that close
Keep my distance, well behind the lines
Everything's taken, taken away...

In time, I will lose everything I care about
In time, either you or me will have to learn to live without
In time, the coins will overflow the wishingwell
In time, maybe this will all cease to be so unconditional
Unconditional, unconditional, unconditional

Not so long ago, it all seemed viable
But now theory's so, unreliable
There's never any doubt, you can fulfill your dreams
When indestructible, teenage machines
I'm still angry, but now I realise
I see the cycle slowly, turning in my eyes
It's irretrievable, so easily won or lost
Like terrafirma, lying dormant in permafrost

In time, I will lose everything I care about
In time, either you or me will have to learn to live without
In time, the coins will overflow the wishingwell
In time, maybe this will all cease to be so unconditional
Unconditional, unconditional, unconditional

You can only hold on, for a short time
'Til your fingers will, lessen their grip on the twine
Tired muscles, find it hard to cope
Before you know, you're at the end of the rope
There's never gonna be, near enough time
You're always gonna be, cut down in your prime
I can't afford to let, let myself forget
The wheel's in motion, the hourglass is set

In time, I will lose everything I care about
In time, either you or me will have to learn to live without
In time, the coins will overflow the wishingwell
In time, maybe this will all cease to be so unconditional
Unconditional, unconditional, unconditional, unconditional

SUBTERRANEAN ZONE
They're stepping up production at the power plant
The bosses count the profits while the workers chant
They're digging ever deeper for increased demand
As the ore trundles down the conveyor belt
And the orange furnace fires begin to smelt
Live exclusive broadcasts watch the icecaps melt

"You'd better put your backs into it gang!"
The foreman cried out as the shift sirens rang
His voice tinged with panic their hands shook with haste
As the steam rose in columns the tombs were encased
While the property men were assessing the worth
Of luxury housing deep in the earth
The wealthy viewed mansions carved out of stone
Down in the dark, in the dark, subterranean zone
Down in the dark, in the dark, in the dark, in the dark, in the dark
Subterranean zone, subterranean zone
Subterranean zone, subterranean zone

The only grades that matter are centigrade
In comparison everything seems to fade
When it's one fifty five fahrenheit in the shade
On a February morn, your veins choke and freeze
At minus ninety five degrees
Skin breaks like plastic, brittle arteries sieze

"You'd better put your backs into it gang!"
The foreman cried out as the shift sirens rang
His voice tinged with panic their hands shook with haste
As the steam rose in columns the tombs were encased
While the property men were assessing the worth
Of luxury housing deep in the earth
The wealthy viewed mansions carved out of stone
Down in the dark, in the dark, subterranean zone
Down in the dark, in the dark, in the dark, in the dark, in the dark
Subterranean zone, subterranean zone
Subterranean zone, subterranean zone

The remnants of mankind take their places and sit
In a shaft lined with torches blackened faces are lit
By the echoes of silence in this bottomless pit
In the huddled confusion startled eyes dart around
Staring fixed skyward at the slightest small sound
As their eyes grow accustomed to the light underground

Subterranean zone
Subterranean zone
Subterranean zone
Subterranean! Subterranean! Subterranean!
Subterranean zone!

REMOTE CONTROL
Rational thought is demonised
The outside world must be despised
Any thought for the common good
Has been removed from your neighbourhood
Hide inside and lock your doors
And venture out to superstores
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A thousand bits of plastic crap
Packed and stacked in shrinkwrap
It's the brand new latest craze
We'll hook you in a thousand ways
See the tracksuit zombies drool
And part with cash to think they're cool
Logos in every hue and size
You pay us then you advertise

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In the crowd you brave the storm
Find comfort in your uniform
The gogglebox it took your brain
The expression of a born again
The image, box, design and style
There's nothing there behind the smile
Your mind is blank, your thoughts are bought
Your life is now spectator sport

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THE HOME FRONT
This is a message for the people at home - hey!
This is a message for the people at home
This is a message for the people at home - hey!
This is a message for the people at home
This is a message for the people at home
You're so impressive when you grumble and groan
Warm and contented with your cathode ray views
All your opinions are given to you

All is quiet on the home front
It's too quiet on the home front
Refuse to buy it for a moment, a moment
For all is quiet on the home front

This is a message for the people at home - hey!
This is a message for the people at home
This is a message for the people at home - hey!
This is a message for the people at home
This is a message for the people at home
You have invested in what you condone
Soak up the bullshit 'til your appetite's quenched
Buy into freedom but you are entrenched

All is quiet on the home front
It's too quiet on the home front
Refuse to buy it for a moment, a moment
For all is quiet on the home front

Switch on, of an evening and soak up what's been prepared for you
Choose from, the seven shades of dogshit you're permitted to
Don't touch that dial, it's our window into your living room
After this message from our sponsors, viewing is resumed
Worship at the supermarket checkout, and exchange your green
Punch in your number, at the high street automatic cash machine
You can smoke and drink, on a Saturday you can go berserk
As long as, on Monday morning you're in a fit state to return to work

This is a message for the people at home - hey!
This is a message for the people at home
This is a message for the people at home - hey!
This is a message for the people at home
This is a message for the people at home
Just keep eating 'til your twenty three stone
There's no concern if you continue to buy
We'll still make money if you're waiting to die

All is quiet on the home front
It's too quiet on the home front
Refuse to buy it for a moment, a moment
For all is quiet on the home front
Home front, home front, home front, home front

YOUR GODS WON'T SAVE YOU NOW
If your gods are present and Jesus saves
Why are children digging their own graves
Taking bullets for some madman's cause?
When there's slaughter seven days a week
The earth inherits the poor and meek
Swallowed whole through it's six foot jaws
Where the land doesn't flow with gold and black
The empire hesitates at striking back
Like Pilate it turns to wash it's hands
But if a worthy despot suddenly approaches
His smalltown ethos somehow encroaches
On the lifestyles of our free lands

If your gods could save you now
Do you think that they would allow
Genocidal games practiced in their names?
Your gods won't save you now
If your gods could save you now
Do you think that they would allow
Genocidal games practiced in their names?
Your gods won't save you, won't save you now!

If the propaganda is to be believed
Then we should be proud of what we've achieved
Now the need for survival has been removed
But no-one wants the truth to be known
Of our foundations laid on others bones
So all history has been disproved?

If your gods could save you now
Do you think that they would allow
Genocidal games practiced in their names?
Your gods won't save you now
If your gods could save you now
Do you think that they would allow
Genocidal games practiced in their names?
Your gods won't save you, won't save you now!

The two thousand years you celebrate
Were built on genocide and hate
So drink to the atrocities of war
Were your gods down there among us
When they shot, gassed and hung us
In Bosnia, Treblinka, Warsaw?

If your gods could save you now
Do you think that they would allow
Genocidal games practiced in their names?
Your gods won't save you now
If your gods could save you now
Do you think that they would allow
Genocidal games practiced in their names?
Your gods won't save you, won't save you now!
Won't save you now... your gods won't save you now

EMERGENCY BROADCAST
They do whatever they see fit
And we let them get away with it
Initiate as they please
Designs to keep us on our knees
Manufactured deception
Corporate conception
The darkest intent From silent consent

Burn the script and change the cast - cast!
Tell the children teach them fast - fast!
To do away with all things past - past!
This is an emergency broadcast

We are all under scrutiny
When we should be in mutiny
Instead of breaking our backs
To pay their new tax
Creeping totality
Orwell reality
Consumption decree
You buy to be free

Burn the script and change the cast - cast!
Tell the children teach them fast - fast!
To do away with all things past - past!
This is an emergency broadcast

Feelgood factor minus ten
Prozac and Ibuprofen
Swallow whole two soundbites
And forfeit all your human rights
Above board and kosher
In a full-colour brochure
Politricks to be taught
On how not to get caught

Burn the script and change the cast - cast!
Tell the children teach them fast - fast!
To do away with all things past - past!
This is an emergency broadcast

We participate to enslave ourselves
The lies are flying off the shelves
Forming queues and rabid flocks
To be like the electronic box!
Unentertaining
Humanity draining
Visual dope
Vote without hope

MEMENTO MORI
The wrought iron fence, the rush hour traffic
Pases on one side
On the other lies a thousand plaques
To commemorate those who've died
A calm silence from the Cedar trees
The branches twist and weave
And I swear I heard, a whispered word
Float down with the leaves

You can't escape from death and taxes
From mother's arms to sackcloth and ashes
So quell the rage, turn the page
Put some meaning inbetween
You can't escape from death and taxes
From mother's arms to sackcloth and ashes
So quell the rage, turn the page
Put some meaning inbetween

Here lies Irene, born in sixty three
And she died in thirty one
And next to her is her husband John
And their beloved son
I know nothing more than an epitaph
Carved amongst the moss
But I guess that they're lucky ones
To have more than a wooden cross

You can't escape from death and taxes
From mother's arms to sackcloth and ashes
So quell the rage, turn the page
Put some meaning inbetween
You can't escape from death and taxes
From mother's arms to sackcloth and ashes
So quell the rage, turn the page
Put some meaning inbetween

Through sun and rain and ice and sleet
Here lies the mass of no elite
Quietly pass in silence greet
Humanities journey is done, complete
In loving memory
Pause to sit beneath the tree
Carve the bark for all to see
For all eternity...

ALL AMERICAN WAR
There's only one reason that you need to fight
And it's not for your honour or pride
It's cuz your busy making bucks for the corporates
Bombing craters three miles wide
Salute the bloodied flag of the stars and stripes
For your prophecy is heaven sent
So let the bombs rain down from the blackened skies
For Jesus and the president

All American war - flags are not bulletproof!
All American war - flags are not bulletproof!
All American war
All American war - flags are not bulletproof!
All American, all American, all American... WAR!

You can walk on water you can part the waves
Clutching ribbons for those who've died
But harken to the days of the negro slaves
And try to tell me you believe in pride
In your schools you are fed to be easily led
Descendents of the chosen few
But if we're all spooks, commies, wops and gooks
Will you tell me what the fuck are you?

All American war - flags are not bulletproof!
All American war - flags are not bulletproof!
All American war
All American war - flags are not bulletproof!
All American, all American, all American... WAR!

You're not fucking fighting for a holy war
You're fighting for your system's life
Cuz if they can't sell their tanks and bombs
Capitalism will not survive
The whole things floats on guns and notes
And concentrating on keeping you poor
So stand in line and cast your votes
Cannon fodder for American war

All American war - flags are not bulletproof!
All American war - flags are not bulletproof!
All American war
All American war - flags are not bulletproof!
All American, all American, all American... WAR!
All American, all American, all American
All American, all American, all American
All American... WAR!

BROKEN PANE
Looking out through this broken pane
Figures scurry and flinch from pain
As they splash the yellowed puddles in the poison rain
Two children fight amongst shop displays
They mimmick traits they'll need one day
The shattered window mannequin that got in the way
Steam rises up through the cracks
From underground railway tracks
Black soot floats down spewed from the chimney stacks
The grass and trees have long since died
Contorted nature's petrified
The indellible scars on a habitat we defied

The unmarked cars leave wound and scars
Their hired guns police our slums
And there's a broken pane where the bullets rain
The night patrol will cleanse my soul
With class war populace control
And there's a broken pane where the bullets reign

We're hypnotised by the oil drum blaze
The old man's stories of summer days
Seem far fetched in this disused factory maze
A hail of sparks from the pylon frame
Start to flicker the lights again
As we stamp to keep warm in this cold black freezing rain
There's no escape from this cordoned slum
Without fail by night they come
The ruthless night patrol shoot on sight at anyone
The curfews always seem to cleanse
The trespassers leave evidence
Torn fabric flutters on the circuited perimeter fence

The unmarked cars leave wound and scars
Their hired guns police our slums
And there's a broken pane where the bullets rain
The night patrol will cleanse my soul
With class war populace control
And there's a broken pane where the bullets reign
The unmarked cars leave wound and scars
Their hired guns police our slums
And there's a broken pane where the bullets rain
The night patrol will cleanse my soul
With class war populace control
And there's a broken pane where the bullets reign

PLAYGROUND POLITICS
I guess that wonders will never cease
You been hanging 'round with the thought police
You wear the badge but never take the oath
Covert ops and sidways glancing
Are the politics of dancing
If it's nature or nurture, I'd opt for both

Tell tall tales, backstab and bitch
Two-faced yellow-bellied snitch
Spineless words and dirty tricks
Fuck your playground politics
Playground politics, playground politics
Playground politics, playground politics
Playground politics, playground politics

The new kids have only been in school one week
They're already pulling rank in the schoolyard clique
They beat them to submission until they bowed
I saw them give the order as they jeered and kicked him
He was told to get in line as a fashion victim
A folly to the whims of the class in-crowd

Tell tall tales, backstab and bitch
Two-faced yellow-bellied snitch
Spineless words and dirty tricks
Fuck your playground politics
Playground politics, playground politics
Playground politics, playground politics
Playground politics, playground politics

I assure you it was never my intention
The price of disagreement is a weeks detention
A note to mum and a thousand lines
My pride is scuffed and my faith is torn
And there's trust all down my uniform
I've lost my faith in nursery rhymes

Tell tall tales, backstab and bitch
Two-faced yellow-bellied snitch
Spineless words and dirty tricks
Fuck your playground politics
Playground politics, playground politics
Playground politics, playground politics
Playground politics, playground politics

THE LAST TRANSMISSION
Bacterium in silence
Spread faster than the speed of light
It attacked them on a sub-cell level
Well beneath their sight
It stalked all those that walked
Every living thing fell ill
But no-one realised
It'd be the day the earth stood still

The last transmission that they ever made
Was the image of a human face crying as the music played
As the credits rolled the static interfered
Six billion died with the icons they revered
The last transmission that they ever made
Was the image of a human face crying as the music played
As the credits rolled the static interfered
Six billion died with the icons they revered
The last transmission, the last transmission

No American superhero
Stepped in to save the world
No-one overcame the odds
And went back to get the girl
Humanity wasn't crushed
By empires, wars or tyrants
The global sub-electric hum
Just quaked then fell to silence

The last transmission that they ever made
Was the image of a human face crying as the music played
As the credits rolled the static interfered
Six billion died with the icons they revered
The last transmission that they ever made
Was the image of a human face crying as the music played
As the credits rolled the static interfered
Six billion died with the icons they revered
The last transmission, the last transmission

Microchips and microwaves
Going down in a blaze of DNA's
Megabytes, satellites
Reach new heights, turn out the lights
Acid rain, mutated grain
T echnological runaway train
Five year mission, nuclear fission
Darkness fell with the last transmission
Microchips and microwaves
Going down in a blaze of DNA's
Megabytes, satellites
Reach new heights, turn out the lights
Acid rain, mutated grain
T echnological runaway train
Five year mission, nuclear fission
Darkness fell with the last transmissionMicrochips and microwaves
Going down in a blaze of DNA's
Megabytes, satellites
Reach new heights, turn out the lights
Acid rain, mutated grain
T echnological runaway train
Five year mission, nuclear fission
Darkness fell with the last transmission...

WHITE COLLAR WORKER
Step out through the door
Packed lunch and fastened tie
Walk along and stare at the floor
Pull your car into lane
It's like another day at school
The guy next door is thinking the same
Reversing into the space
Lock your door, display your card
Don't forget your leather bound case
Quickly wave to the guard
Stifled coughs in the lift
A photograph identity card

How can you sleep at night?
Your soul is black, your collar's white
What do you aspire to
When you're standing at the bus stop second from the back of the queue?
What do you aspire to, standing at the bus stop second from the back of the queue? How can you sleep at night?
White collar worker, white collar worker
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, nine to five,
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, nine to five!

Grey desk, swivel chair
You wonder if they've noticed
That you may be slightly losing your hair
Numbers on the screen
Coffee thermoplastic cups
Fall sideways from the faulty machine
The seconds tick in your mind
It never stops day or night
You find it really hard to unwind
The tax deductable cheque
That dangles like a carrot
From the noose that tightens 'round your neck

How can you sleep at night?
Your soul is black, your collar's white
What do you aspire to
When you're standing at the bus stop second from the back of the queue?
What do you aspire to, standing at the bus stop second from the back of the queue? How can you sleep at night?
White collar worker, white collar worker
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, nine to five,
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, nine to five!

Working late overtime
You miss the rush hour traffic
But you rarely reach home before nine
Fall asleep in your food
You try to kiss the missus
But she never seems to be in the mood
Observe the nine o'clock news
Waiting for the sitcoms
That never fail to keep you amused
Jokes about working life
Another day another dollar
Working for the nine to five...
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, nine to five
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, nine to five!

A COLD DAY IN HELL SESSIONS

A COLD DAY IN HELL
You can feel it in the echoes of a distant call
In the flaking ceiling of the dark school hall
In the faded ink on the carrier bags
In the crumpled pages of yesterdays news
In the broken ranks of the churches pews
And the fraying tatters of the town hall flags

It's a cold day in hell
You can see just by the cracks beneath your feet that all's not well
It's a cold day in hell
Well I guess that the day that would never come is here or can't you tell?
Cold day in hell, cold day in hell, cold day in hell, in hell

You can see it in the eyes of the drunk at first light
In the broken bottles that appeared overnight
In the junk food litter whipping up in the road
In the ageing furrows of the old man's frown
In the blackened clouds that threaten the town
Keeping it dark and keeping it cold

It's a cold day in hell
You can see just by the cracks beneath your feet that all's not well
It's a cold day in hell
Can you hear the echoes on the wind of a sad and distant bell?
Cold day in hell, cold day in hell, cold day in hell, in hell

You can feel it in the echoes of a distant call
In the flaking ceiling of the dark school hall
In the faded ink on the carrier bags
In the crumpled pages of yesterdays news
In the broken ranks of the churches pews
And the fraying tatters of the town hall flags
You can hear it in the clock that never keeps time
In the nervous chatter of the unemployed line
In the peeling poster you can see underneath
In the pool of blood where the victim had kneeled
In the shroud of mist that drapes on the field
And the clap of thunder as it tears through the peace

It's a cold day in hell
You can see just by the cracks beneath your feet that all's not well
It's a cold day in hell
Can you hear the echoes on the wind of a sad and distant bell?
Cold day in hell, cold day in hell

UNSUNG
I'm never gonna make a movie, never gonna write a book
Won't be realised or recognised, or given a second look
I'm never gonna be regarded, translated to a different tongue
I won't get a look in a history book, destined to be unsung

Unsung - we are one
Walking down the line 'til our day is done
Unsung - to our mothers clung
Six billion at a time under the sun

I'm never gonna be rewarded, for my efforts to aid mankind
I won't be in lights or reach great heights, my pictures are all unsigned
I'm not gonna be remembered, for anything I achieve
I just toe the line and do my time, and accordingly take my leave

Unsung - we are one
Walking down the line 'til our day is done
Unsung - to our mothers clung
Six billion at a time under the sun

I'm never gonna make my fortune, or walk in the hall of fame
We might have met but you'll forget, you won't recall my name
I'll never amount to nothing, I'm just a worker in the hive
But if the wheels don't turn you will not earn, the credit keeps you alive

Unsung - we are one
Walking down the line 'til our day is done
Unsung - to our mothers clung
Six billion at a time under the sun

KICK 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DOWN
It seems evermore that I am unimpressed
Everytime I step inside the viper's nest
I see them moan and spill their guts
I see men crying over paper cuts
And I just feel like an uninvited guest

Who's this weeks hero and who's to be despised?
Do you really think you're different from the world outside?
Who's this weeks leader, who wears the crown?
The price of admission... kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're down, kick 'em when they're down, kick 'em when they're down...

I'm getting sick and tired of your social scene
Two fingers prop my flagging self esteem
I'm in a pit of hypocrites I think it's time I called it quits
There's only black and white, there's nothing inbetween

Who's this weeks hero and who's to be despised?
Do you really think you're different from the world outside?
Who's this weeks leader, who wears the crown?
The price of admission... kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're down, kick 'em when they're down, kick 'em when they're down...

You're all just kissing arse to get where you wanna be
You want your respect, you want it for free
Can someone please tell me why I'd ever want to unify
With people who just like the same music as me?

Who's this weeks hero and who's to be despised?
Do you really think you're different from the world outside?
Who's this weeks leader, who wears the crown?
The price of admission... kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're down, kick 'em when they're down, kick 'em when they're down...

THESE BATTERED PHOTOGRAPHS
In the darkest corners of where I never go
There's a whole load of people that I used to know
They just sit there quietly waiting, in silence re-creating
Someplace, sometime, somewhere, from long ago

These battered photographs
A frozen friend that laughs
A night from long ago, that now I hardly know
A future we all feared, is fading and dog eared
All bent and torn in half
These battered photographs

Their faces rarely ever see the light of day
And their edges slowly blend before they fade away
I can almost hear their voices, from days before the choices
Of where to go and when or maybe stay

These battered photographs
A frozen friend that laughs
A night from long ago, that now I hardly know
A future we all feared, is fading and dog eared
All bent and torn in half
These battered photographs

So I put them back to rest in their old tin box
My little gun with a trigger but no safety locks
Sending shots off in my head, of the times I thought were dead
Take away the slow decay that the mirror mocks that the mirror mocks

These battered photographs
A frozen friend that laughs
A night from long ago, that now I hardly know
A future we all feared, is fading and dog eared
All bent and torn in half
These battered photographs