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-D'ya know what I just realized?
-Hm

He ain't thick, its just a trick

-Ya that's good
-Hm
-Should we uhh play the whole lot now?

[Little girls, of about six or seven, were asked what do they like to do. And then sometime later the same question asked in a slightly different form; they were asked what do little girls like to do. ]

I've got 54321,
I've got a red pair of high-heels on,
Tumble me over, it doesn't take much,
Tumble me over, tumble me, push.
In my red high-heels I've no control,
The rituals of repression are so old,

Big A, little A, bouncing B
The system might have got you but it won't get me

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

External control are you gonna let them get you?
Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?

You talk about your revolution, well, that's fine
But what are you going to be doing come the time?
Are you going to be the big man with the tommy-gun?
Will you talk of freedom when the blood begins to run?
Well, freedom has no value if violence is the price
Don't want your revolution, I want anarchy and peace

You talk of overthrowing power with violence as your tool

They sell us love as divinity
When it's only a social obscenity
Underneath they're all lovable

Chorus: Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hello hello.
Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hero hello.
Hello, hello, hello, hello

I am not he, nor master, nor lord,
No crown to wear, no cross to bear in stations.
I am not he, nor shall be, warlord of nations.
These heroes have run before me,
Now dead upon the flesh piles, see?
Waiting for their promised resurrection, there is none.
Nothing but the marker, crown or cross, in stone upon these graves
Promise of the ribbon was all it took,

You shit-head slimy got it alls
You crap-eyed ghosts with greasy balls
You wicked matron stabbing hard,
Grabbing while the going's good
Administrators vicious smile
Dancing on the body pile
Slipping your sly fingernails
Impaling flesh on battlefields

Is there anyone prepared to tell me why?
Tell me why I'm being sucked dry?
Oh yes, that is yours and this is mine
As long as the balance is out, that's fine
I don't define the terms of the oppression
Do you awake to that dull and grey depression?
You ride on me
Suck my energy

I am a product. I am a symbol, of endless, hopeless, fruitless,
aimless games.

I’m a glossy package on the supermarket shelf. My contents
aren’t fit for human consumption. My ingredients will seize up
your body’s function. I am the dirt that everyone walks on. I am
the orphan nobody wants. I am the staircarpet everyone walks
on. I am the leper nobody wants to touch.........much.

This country tells us that we're down and out,
Got you thinking that we're through.
Got to suffer to get us moving,
Say it's up to me and you.
Well, look around and you'll see who gets the goods, not you or me.
Cause they ain't suffering, no, not for us,
They're masquerading like pissers must.
They abuse us, keep us right underfoot,

Places of sickness nurse me cold,
Attendant whiteness glare in dark,
Straighten out the winding sheet
Twisted round in poorest dreams.
Shattered proofing of the lost,
Splinter shackled, little wounds
Of cruelty and truth, they tie
The one way sickness up inside.

Heard too much about. Heard too much about.
Heard too much about. Heard too much about.

I've heard too much about the people in the ghetto,
Heard too much about the working class motto.
People in the ghetto.
How you don't know life if you ain't seen the street,
Racialist poor against the racialist elite.

Now that the sun have vowed is light
And bid the world good night;
To the soft bed my body I dispose,
But where were shall my soul repose?

Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother?
Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother?
Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother?

Your tactile eyes running over glossy paper
Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gauze
They say "forget yourself, adorn with this disguise"
This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores
Let me warn you of their cold sensitivity
They'll have you gathered in a trap of glass
Is your reflection all the you will recognise?
That cruel lie will stare you in the face

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.

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.

Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,
Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,
Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,
Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,
Screamin babies,
Shaved women collaborators
Shaved women are they traitors?
Dead bodies all around

The true romance is the ideal repression
That you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets
That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops
And the music spins you round and round looking for the props
The silken robe, the perfect little ring
Will give you the illusion when it doesn't mean a thing
Step outside into the street and staring from the wall
Is perfection of the happiness that makes you feel so small

System, system, system.
Death in life.
System, system, system.
The surgeons knife.
System, system, system.
Hacking at the cord.
System, system, system.
A child is born.

...desire, desire, desire, desire,
Desire, desire, desire, desire,
Desire, desire, desire, desire,
Describe, desire, defile, deny.
Defile, desire, deny, desire.
Describe, describe, describe, describe.
No air to breath inside your walls,
Left to dream inside your walls.

ATTENTION. Fuck American power. Fuck Russian power. Fuck British power.
Fuck all power.
ATTENTION. These ignorant shits arm themselves for annihilation and call it world peace.
Bollocks.

Pacified. Classified.
Keep in line. You're doing fine.

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