Anarchy

Open your eyes
Time to wake up
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Give the fascistman a gunshot

Trying an trying again to get this damn thing done
It can't done
Come kill the fscist with a gun
'cos it's stoping us from unity
We cannot see reality
Just vanity insanity fusion cannot stand it see
No man fascist man will ever get me outta the land
So understand fusion plan to stop them with a bang
We sang and sang to make the people all unite
Not fight but fight because the leaders don't think right
You burnt us in the part you know it won't happen again
So black and white take a stand and all try to defend all of the people and the children who are living in the past
Just blast and blast don't make the fascist man last

Open your eyes
Time to wake up
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Give the fascistman a gunshot

On and on and on you the feeling's so strong
So long
It's wrong
I'm telling you it's wrong
Destruction confusion and blaming it on the colour
I wonder in horror 'cos the people start to follow
All the leaders and the rulers who are putting up the fence
It's dens immense and you say you're talking sense
Bull bull I want to say it full
But people on the radio you know will make a pull
So I try to tone it down to make the whole world know that the language of my violence will proceed in my show
Flow flow to make the fascist man know
That unity is here and unity will grow

Open your eyes
Time to wake up
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Give the fascistman a gunshot

Puppy eyes puppy eyes tearing claws spitting pride
Roll over! Roll over! Roll over! Roll over!
Pretty please pretty play chase away chase away
Nasty nasty snapping nasty biting spitting nasty nasty
Hammer hammer teeth nails sit sit sit sit
Bitch won't beg bitch can't lick bitch can't do those clever tricks
Heel fetch run lie nasty nasty snapping nasty
See these eyes puppy eyes roll over and die die

Bad dog you bad dog you bad dog you bad dog
Playful dog with trouble and spice nasty nice nasty nice
Slip the lead fight fight my bark is softer than my bite
Roll over roll over mock each chewing spewing mouthful
Hammer hammer teeth nails bad dog bad dog
Good girl pat pat bad dog smack smack
Here's a bitch who'll give it back snap snap snap snap
Puppy eyes will start to play this nasty dog will have it's day

This is heaven
This is hell
This is living
This is tale to tell
This is drive wheel
This is cog
This is master
This is snarling dog
This is hammer
This is spanner
This is no sir
This is table manners
This is history
This is how it's been
This is over and over and over and over again

I'm an anarchist
I'm the anti-christ
Well sort of not really
It's not big not clever
And I'm quite a reansonable fella
Your friendly uncle good with kids good ol' paternalist pop
good cop bad cop good cop bad cop good cop good cop
I was a wannabe and wannabe don't know what they want to be
I needn't have worried 'cos the man upstairs was looking out for me
God gave me the finger with his free hand
Now I'm his left hand man
Hey punk don't call me Mac
My name is Johnny Trabant

Love me

They call me the Great Pretender
John Noakes was my mentor
I'm a walking talking ides man
Here's one I prepared earlier
Stretch armstrong and his rubber band
Edwin Meese and the sex-police
Pleae Mr.Postman post-post-modern deliver us from Elvis
Be-bop-a-lu-la my baby-baby does good culture yes
Now I found what I'm looking for I find myself in another fine mess
Someone muddied my waters
I lost my way but now I see
I o.d'd on irony
I'll rediscover god for the next LP

Love me

Bend me shape me anywhere you want me whatever you want I'll be your hearts desire
Black and cuddly
You want love me
Pop me corc watch me pop like bubbly
Hot or not you've got to use what you've got
Where's the weak spot
Let me take a shot
What a turn on
Does it feel lovely
Love me love me
Johnny Pretenious moi
The ghost of Eamonn Andrews smiling watching over me
I love it let's shot it 'Jhonny Trabba the movie'
I paid my dues I sung the blues
I've done pain and personal hell
Pass me the phone I got calls to make
This will sell and sell
I'm as 'Bob Roberts' to your Phil Ochs
Talking political

So love me
love me
love me
I'm a liberal
love me
freeze-frame
love me

Georgina's cooking supper for her husband
All her friends are coming round to see the show
Because the thief she calls her husband wont't be hungry
When he see's what's on the end of his fork

Georgina isn't asking anymore
And her lover isn't isn't asking anymore
And the cook isn't asking anymore
Since the thief met a bullet on the way to the floor

Georgin's got a timebomb in her stomach
She knows that any minute now it's going to blow
With all the pain and the silence that she feeds on
With all the hurt that her bruises can't show

Georgina isn't asking anymore
And her lover isn't isn't asking anymore
And the cook isn't asking anymore
Since the thief met a bullet on the way to the floor

Georgina's got an appetite for vengeance
And she sings all the songs from 'Oliver'
But she won't be wanting seconds any more
As she thightens up the grip on her trigger finger

Georgina isn't asking anymore
And her lover isn't isn't asking anymore
And the cook isn't asking anymore
Since the thief met a bullet on the way to the floor

I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it

Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar
Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with card
Good call
What's the crack what's the damage done today
From teh commons to the common a banana skin away
Knock it back knock it out
Chuck a nightmare dart
Quiet
Compere on the mic turns turning to the court
Putting beef vol-au-vents across the union jack
Bolinger and bitter says the colonies are back

I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it

You think you're god's gift
You're liar
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire

Up yer ronson
Take a tab
With a flash of zippo light
Catch the hip parade passing the polaroids right
Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his hand
A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam
Local lad made bad with cowboy charm
Claims he doesn't really mean every screw-'em-all barb
Pass the mic
Karaoke with the yesteryear stars
Time to weep into your beer til the fireworks start

I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it

You think you're god's gift
You're liar
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire