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But i don't know you and you don't know me
I mean i think i know we're bound to disagree
So i still don't know you, you still don't know me
But now we both agree that we disagree
'cause that's the one thing in common we've got, you see
It's that we both disagree
So between us we can double our profits, you see
Because we both disagree

It gets worse... the earth, if looked after properly, has an estimated lifespan of another four billion years, but in 1983 there were two false alarms of impending nuclear war every three days.
Say that such alarms are normal, and present no problem provided they can be identified as false alarms. i said in 1983 there were two false alarms of impending nuclear war, every three days, but in times of crisis with weapons systems already on the alert, there is less than eight minutes to decide whether an attack is underway or not. and there are over forty conventional wars going on in the world today. times of crisis, you might say. they say that waiting longer than eight minutes would risk a surprise attack, and a loss of command and control. in the trade this is called the "use them or lose them" problem, which translated means, if he's gonna hit you, make sure you hit him first. looking at it another way, a single american strategic submarine carries about 160 warheads, enough to eliminate every soviet ci
Ty of over 200,000 people. of course a soviet submarine could do the same to america. the nuclear weapons powers operate about a hundred such submaries and on average there are over forty at sea at any one time. a conspiracy of two men, a submarine commander and his radioman, could pretend to have received orders from above, and launch a nuclear missile without actually having received those orders. in 1983 there were two false alarms of impending nuclear war every three days. in 1983 thatcher was re-elected by her sleeping people. in 1984 reagan was re-elected by his sleeping people. in 1985...
...to determine their destiny... ...let us move to a world in which all people are at last free to determine their own destiny...

Ahh, let's kiss and make up
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
Ahh, let's have a shake up
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
I had a fling with doris day
I'm coming out
I almost got her in the family way
I'm coming out
I gotta see what the papers say
I'm coming out
All dressed up in drag inside a gucci body bag
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's have a shake up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
My self denial couldn't get any worse
I'm coming out
First confession second verse
I'm coming out
I forget myself but i remember the... words
All dressed up in drag inside a gucci body bag
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's have a shake up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again
The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's have a shake up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again

There isn't any light at the end of the tunnel
Open your eyes, go and have a look
There isn't any light at the end of the tunnel
If you open our eyes, you might get a surprise
It's all staring you in the face
Open your eyes, see your own light
When the sunlight filters in my room, in the morning
It's not saying 'get up' it's not saying 'time for work'
It's saying 'wake up'
'wake up'
It's saying 'wake up'
'wake up, wake up'

Hurling, the national sport of ireland
Was banned in 1366
As part of an anglo-norman attempt
To crush all gaelic resistance
It failed
Over six hundred years of british repression
Has never stopped the people from fighting back
They still play hurling and as you'd expect
The brits still defend as the irish attack

Chapt. one - manf ugga-ugga freaks out
Man grabbed hold of the wrong end of the branch and it snapped
Man was fallen down
Fallen down to the ground, to the brown
He felt a right dick lying in the dirt of the ground
From that day on he reeked a vengeance upon the ground

Blue-rinse sugar
Wipe-clean couple
Pinched last supper
Counting pretty penny
John betjeman
Some dead liar
Quiet pink picture
Under heavy manners
(chorus)
This is tearoom england
They'll kick your face in
So politely
This is tearoom england
They'll kick your face in
Oh so nicely
I want more!
No hurry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
Don't worry
More!
(repeat)
Bite-size china
Tea or tartar
Lipstick traces
Table set to bless
Sweet charity
Lukewarm whisper
Still-life platter
Under heavy manners
(repeat chorus)
No hurry
So sorry
Don't worry
(repeat)

The weekend booze-up, out with your mates
To the indian restaurant--open til late
Mugs out of nightclubs, hungry and cold
Last chance for action before they stagger home
Work, ties, empty minds.
Years of lies, dumb and blind
Caged, bound and ready to ruck
Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked
It's easy in numbers to make racist jokes
And you have to prove to everyone you're one of the blokes
No imagination, never stopped to think
A lack of respect, a bellyful of drink
Work, ties, empty minds.
Years of lies, dumb and blind
Caged, bound and ready to ruck
Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked

I heard that in the first world war
The soldiers called a truce
For a christmas game of football
Instead of fighting their pointless war
Instead of fighting their pointless war
Pointless war, pointless war, pointless war
A general later condemned the men
Said that "fraternizing with the enemy
Was an appalling breach of regulations"
So draw your own conclusions
Draw your own conclusions
Draw your own conclusions

The new games tutor was like any other teacher
Same blatant ideology they're trying to install in you
At every opportunity they'd press us to compete
Taught to butt and how to kick and how to stamp on feet
How to punch, how to gouge when you're down in the scrum
"you've got to be ruthless if you want to be a winner, son"
If people get hurt as you battle to the top
Well, it's natural selection, it really can't be helped
So never be afraid of some healthy competition
It'll never let you down
It's what capitalism is based upon
So never be afraid of some healthy competition
It'll never let you down
It's what capitalism is based upon so never be afraid
It'll never let you down

When racing fast it's easy enough
To make a wrong decision
Just be sure that when you crash
You're on television
You're on television
You're on television
You're on television

One
One day, one day of paradise
One day, one day of paradise
All truth is opinion, believe me
Discussion has become a privilege
Creativity is a salesman's pr exercise
Style is the new currency
Two
Two days, two days of paradise
Two days, two days of paradise
No-one is safe outside the shopping centres
Reality is just an mtv buzzword
We are all just a target audience
Bigger choice of identical things
Three
Three days, three days of paradise
Three days, three days of paradise
So much to buy, so much to buy
Four
Four days, four days of paradise
Four days, four days of paradise
Life is a metaphor for television
Ideas are now soundbites and they never bite back
Everything is ok at lies-r-us
Off-the-pog crowd control
Five
Five days, five days of paradise
Five days, five days of paradise
The community is now anti-social
Do it yourself is against the law
Poverty is a fashion statement
The alternative has become the mainstream
Six
Six days, six days of paradise
Six days, six days of paradise
So much to buy, so much to buy
Seven
Seven days, seven days of paradise
So much to buy, so much to buy
Seven days, seven days of paradise
So much to buy, so much to buy

Outside the ground at luton town
A crazy opportunist has sprayed upon a wall
A simple proclamation for all to read
"revolution is a better game than football"

Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
I failed the audition for celebrity squares
Your life is a dream, then you wake up
You watch friends together, then you break up
I could win an oscar, i could be so sincere
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
My psychic make up--it's all over the place
Your life is a dream, then you wake up
You watch friends together, then you break up
I'd like to thank you all, through this flood of tears
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Thank you... thank you... oh, thank you...
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie

pontius pilate came to our town
Up to the dockyards to see the picket line
We asked him to help but he just turned around
He's the leader of the union now
Leader of the union
All of our questions he ignored
He washed his hands and he dremt of his reward
A seat in the house of lords
One by one the ships come sailing in
One by one the ships go sailing out
We live for words and die for words
Principles we can afford
When all our brothers turn to lords
Whose side are you on
You tell the world your hands are tied
History three times denied
A sea of changes three miles wide
Whose side are you on
One by one the ships come sailing in
One by one the ships go sailing out
This conspiracy of shame
Murder by some other name
Play up and play the game
Whose side are you on
If any ask us why we died
We tell them that our leaders lied
Sold us out down the riverside
Whose side are you on
One by one the ships come sailing in
One by one the ships go sailing out
(repeat)

Here in the comfort of a favorite chair
Or smugly from the tap room at the whitehorse
I can prove mathematically
Just when and when not to take up arms
When to fight and when to surrender
(chorus)
This way or that way or this way or that way
Bang on the dustbin lids here come the brits
An empire of vampires we're sitting in our armchairs
Nothing has changed we're just younger moralists
Easy enough to turn the other cheek
When you don't get slapped around
When cupboards and bellies are full fit to burst
Let the enemy do his worst
(repeat chorus)
Here in written word, in song, in coversation
Courtrooms sit in anticipation of the reading of the rules
The exiled poet fleeing nazi germany, would say,
'oh these divine commandments are not much use against murder'

Are you happy here in theme park uk/usa?
And do you sometimes wish that your life was plug and play?
And are the words to this song concise enough to follow?
Is your smart food simple enough to swallow?
We're dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb
Dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb
Dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb
Dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb
Are we only eating worms from a can just because we can?
And is disneyland all we understand?
Will our history be written out in headlines?
Diana dolls, and miracles, and landmines?
We're dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb
Dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb
C'mon up here, second floor, second floor, right here, right here
I get knocked down and don't get up again, yo, wamba-silly-assed-bitch
C'mon man, we can talk about this
Ah, c'mon, i'm a girl, and i can still kick your ass
If there's nothing after death than why are we living anyway?
What's the point of seventy years? absolutely pointless...
It's me trousers!
That's it

It's the old stock car thing
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
Round the track and round again
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
Revving, coughing, stutt-stutt-stuttering
Tongue-in-cheek scrap motor racing
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
Revving, coughing, stutt-stutt-stuttering
Tongue-in-cheek scrap motor racing
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
Write-offs end, stock cars begin
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
It's the old stock car thing
Crash! smash! crash! ring!

Well, in beginning was the turd...
Does god go to the toilet?
Does god go to the toilet?
I don't know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know...
I don't know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know...
Yeah

The summer was over the season unkind
In harvest a snow, how uncommon to find
The times were oppressive and well it be known
That hunger will stronger [?] fences break down
'twas then from theirselves the black gentry stepped out
With bludgeons determined to stir up a rout
The prince of the party who revelled from home
Was a terrible fellow and called irish thom
He brandished his bludgeon with dexterous skill
And close to his elbow was placed bonny (?) will
Their instantly followed a numerous train
As cheerful as bold robin hood's merry men
Sworn to remedy a capital fault
And bring down the exorbitant price of the malt
From dudley to walso (?) they trippet (?) along
And hampton was truly alarmed at the throng
Women and children wherever they go
Shouting out 'oh the brave dudley boys! oh!'
With nailers and spinners the cavalcade joined
The markets to lower their flattering design
Six days out of seven poor nailing boys get
Little else at their meals but potatos to eat
For bread hard they labor, good things never carve
And swore 'twere as well to be hanged as to starve
Such other feelings in every land
Nothing necessities coal can withstand
And riots are certain to sadden the year
When six penny loaves are three pound as up here

we'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing

I get knocked down
But i get up again
You're never going to
Keep me down

Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away

He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the better times:

"oh danny boy
Danny boy
Danny boy..."

I get knocked down
But i get up again
You're never going to
Keep me down

Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away

He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the better times:

"don't cry for me
Next door neighbour..."

I get knocked down
But i get up again
You're never going to
Keep me down

We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing

But how do kings and presidents, prime ministers and generals, and company chairmen sleep at night?
How do they shut their eyes when they turn out the lights?
Turn out the lights for the people they're shitting on
Turn out the lights for the people they're torturing
Turn out the lights for the people they're poisoning
Turn out the lights for the people they're starving
Turn out the lights for the people they've murdered
They got two big secrets one up each sleeve, first they believe that they're doing god's work, and that's the lie that they can lie down with, 'cause it's seconded by the people they govern. 'cause the people they govern will work for them, buy from them, and die for them
And the people they govern will vote for them
And the people they govern do their sleeping for them
Do their sleeping for them, do their sleeping for them
Meanwhile ronnie is on first name terms with god, or so he sees it in his head. too many motion pictures when he was younger, and he's round at god's place for a meal.
God preparest a table before ronnie
In the presence of ronnie's enemies
God annointest ronnies' head with oil
Ronnie's cup runneth over
Surely goodness and mercy, shall follow ron
An psalm is an anagram of napalms
Wake up, we must wake up!
We must wake up!
We must wake up!
We must wake up!

Mummy, mummy, mummy
I got a pain i got a pain in my tummy and it's hurting me
I'm well and truly shatted by it all stained and scarred
And brutalized just by day to day living
But the comic tragic magic is i'm not dead yet
I'm not full submerged, i still got some life in me yet
For my mummy, mummy, mummy earth, i'm gonna stand by her
Course the world was in a mess when i stuck my head out
It's still in a mess, but i can see for myself now
Soz i've got to dash, i've got to get my shit together
Keep things moving and make myself useful
For my mummy, mummy, mummy, my mummy, mummy
My mummy, mummy, mummy earth, i hear her calling me

Raw materials are running out, there'll be no more tungsten to put in light bulbs
Because the light bulb companies used it up, making light bulbs which run out
Instead of making ones which last for years, y'know they can, they got the know-how
They do the same with cars so they can sell, sell, and keep selling well
But by then there'll be no more cars, no more coal, no electricity
Because those in power got this ultimate power, one way power, nuclear power
Chain reacting accumulating illness, but their cure is killing us
The only questions asked, "how much does it cost? how much can we make?"
"how much does it cost, and how much can we make?"
Well it's kind of expensive, but the government will give you big, big grants
If you do a bit of work for them, it's a good investment
I mean you can't touch it really, 'cause once you're in it lasts forever
So how much does it cost and how much can we make?
It costs the earth can't you see
Can't see radioactivity
Can't hear radioactivity
Can't smell radioactivity
It just kills you

(intro)
There are those
Spend the night under bridges
Over by the river
Down in the park through the winter
But there's a house that i know
Safe and warm
And no-one ever goes there
Down where the priests bless the wine
She's been born into the wrong time
She keeps nonsense on her mind
She's a poet, she's a builder
She's as bored as bored can be
She's a have-not, she's a know-all
She knows just how to say yes
She's skating frozen chaos
Till the no-good gods are dead
But sometimes in the dead of night
Woken by the city lights
She wonders how she keeps alive
(chorus)
This is the girl who lost the house
Which paid to the man who put up the rent
And threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home
She's a clueless social climber
Likes the wrong side of the bed
She's a pick-me-up and she's a drink-to-me
In the company of friends
She's tried every variation
She's so common, she's so cold
She's homesick for a future
Can't stomach what she's told
On every street in every town
All her days are up and down
At home among the lost-and-founds
(repeat chorus)
Here's the good samaritan
Looks away and carries on
(repeat chorus)
(repeat intro)
Thank you for every tree and flower
Thank you for every sky of blue
Thank you, i should be every hour
Truly thanking you

There's a hole in your knickers, dear calvin
Dear calvin, there's a hole in your knickers, a hole
Now let's see what happens with ba-ba-black sheep
Ba-ba-black sheep, have you any wool?
Dramatic!

Chap. de terre... make the fighting... six...
Nadzeroon el babo
Last of the wizards
Living in his last retreat
Living in the retreating rain forests of
Dallemandia africa
Dallemandia africa
Dallemandia africa
If we are to believe the forestry corporation
Nadzeroon was your typical pessimistic stick
Stuck in mud
Wood a piece of
Give his opinion
Mind, when you asked
'listen, peep. i'm not your wizard. your wizards, magicians, and kings live out there--bank managers, bureaucrats, and generals. look around you, see what they do to the forest. we have ourselves, peep, and each other, and that's all. this earth belongs to us as to everyone, and it's up to us to stand our ground like the giant mahogany, where our roots draw most strength. the forest needs me, peep, i cannot come with you. return to scare city, and there you will find the moneylith where man and his kind worships. only you can know what to do. share your knowledge, you'll find a way. peoplekind be with you. farewell.'

I'm out in the country for a walk one day
I get the urge and i've got to go
I look around, make sure no one's around
I pull down my pants and i face the ground
I think, well, we all go to the toilet
Just like we've got to eat
We don't eat--it's called starvation
We don't babber--constipation

And this is steve wright, we hope that those that lost relatives in this terrible disaster may be able to have a better life as a result of this great record
This great record
This great record
(repeat)
Watchers pray in times of trouble
Restless by the harbor wall
Waiting for the stormy winds to fall
With microphone and tv camera
Money and tears and a song to sing
This is where the buy and sell begins
For media and for industry
Consumers of the world agree
Nothing sells like disaster, let it be
This manufactured sympathy, drowing in hypocrisy
Smiles to clinch the deals to boost the sales
All the owners of the printing presses
And postars crying phony tears
Nothing bleeds like the hearts of the millionaires
For the charts and the state machine
Consumers of the world agree
Nothing sells like disaster, let it be
Greed and lies and economics
A captains' crew to make the rules
And a band to play the waltz on this ship of fools
Media sales
Media sales
For profit, stars, and company
Consumers of the world agree
Nothing sells like disaster, let it be
Nothing sells like disaster, let it be

A visionary pause in the cycle
When she refused to buy or sell
When the daughters of perfect wives
Said there must be more sacrifice
Needed more than symbolic change
More than silent wasting away
In factories and sterile marriages
He was god, she was powerless
With a brick for every year of life
She set out for the house of lies
The old boys' club under siege
His lordship cowered under his seat
Called for brandy and reinforcements
Blasted away at every movement
Close to breaking down the door
Past thick blue line and stupid laws
Black friday left her bruised and stubborn
One brick from winning the struggle
Rapunzel hacked at the ivory tower
Asquith quickly rose to the hour
Appealed to patriotism, oily smiles
Gave nothing, called it compromise
Gauging the situation perfectly
Said ladies, ladies, listen to me
Nineteen fourteen, we're on the brink of war
Pick up a flag, drop your cause
Your targets are counter-revolutionary
Take my hand in democracy
Here's a piece of paper
You're officially free
Here's a list of instructions
For you to obey
And here's sharp knife
To cut your own throat
Small sacrifice in return for a vote
Whispered word in pankhurst's ear
Visions of the first woman peer
Led women down the garden path
And into the arms of the enemy
Jail and force-feeding, waster martyrdom
Sold her songs for the national anthem
Slotted the smile back neatly into place
Served refreshments
At the end of the race
All demands reduced to a joke
X marks the plague, abandon hope
Butlers still pouring brandy for the rich
Excuse me pass me the privilege
A woman's voice, the state's idea
Same vested interests, same dirty deals
Currie and williams immersed in the times
Examples to keep the rest in line
Currie and williams two of a kind
Examples to keep the rest in line
Absolute power
Absolute power
Ladies, ladies, listen to me

Too many crap programs
With too many adverts
Too much matthew engel bullshit
And not enough dirt
Media and programs
All dull and mundane
How to fill up space
When you've nothing left to say
So rip it up and start it again!
Rip it up and start it again!
Oh, rip it up and start it again!
Rip it up and start it again!
Fingerpost! terrace talk! wise men say!
Elmsie ender! the absolute game!
Not the view! off the ball! i could go on and on
But i've just bought the latest when sunday comes
Kick up the r's! northern light! city gent!
Voice of the valley! the crooked spirite!
Eagle eye! and the pie! i could go on and on
But i've just bought the latest when saturday comes

From the heights of montezuma to the shores of sicily
From the rainplains of africa
Across the shining sea
From the east to the west
From the rainforests to the dustbowls
It's bigger than jesus
Bigger than rock & roll
What is it?
Sport!
You can love it or loathe it
But you can't get away from it
It's played, watched, and talked about all over the world
From the backstreets of naples
To the docklands of hull
It's bigger than jesus
Bigger than rock & roll
What is it?
Sport!
Livingstone and stanley were sitting in a hut
In the african jungle, talking and stuff
About how they'd discovered this big continent
How they'd dared to go where no-one else went
When out of the bush came this skinny little kid
And what was he wearing? a liverpool strip!
He had an nfl helmet and some brand new cricket boots
A packet of questions from trivial pursuit
Q: what happened when rugby union minnows shirley wanderers went to twickenham?
A: they stole a set of goal posts after an international!

All gathered 'round the 18th tee
With pringle and tartan and shooting sticks
Binoculars, poised, ready to use
Watching, waiting, there it goes!
Great shot!
Great shot!
What a shot!
Great shot!
The aspiring middle classes
They want to shake the golfer's hand
Great shot!
Great shot!
What a shot!
Great shot!
But the golfer is busy watching
As his ball lands in the sand

Business bought the athletes out
With gold medals and role models
Drugs and media and national pride
Why join in when you can watch it on tv?
So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!
Staggering through mud and peat
Gasping breaths and sucked-in cheeks
Bogs like lead to clutch your feet
Through the rivers, over peaks
So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!
Studmarks next to summit heather
Everything suddenly comes together
No audience viewing-figures
Just you against yourself
So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!

Thirty years of the same old shit
Of music, money, hit after hit
Smiles, lies, sales, walls
That's thirty years of rock and roll
They changed it's name once or twice
Get rebellious with a company deal
Business thrives where honesty fails
Contracts? con tricks!
Sing revolution, wait 'til it starts
One eye on the bank account, one on the charts
Government-sponsored rebellion--buy it!
A bit more product to keep us quiet!
Shhh
Product sells, people die
Same revolution, wrapped in lies
In these sexist, drugged-up, rock and roles
The biggest prizes to the biggest fools
Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings
'who makes the money when the puppets sing?'
Ask the corporations
'where does the money go?'
Ask the empty-bellied children
'tell me what are we singing for?'
Until we pull down the walls
It'll stay the same
Until we find something new
Make it change
I know there most be more
So what are we singing for?
These puppets, underneath the skin, have the same problems as you and me--they want to be loved, don't know where to begin. just a wall's width away, but impossible to get close. offstage, with nothing to hide behind, the puppets are running away. and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves...
If our music makes you happy or content
It has failed
If our music entertains, but doesn't inspire
It has failed
The music's not a threat
Action the music inspires can be a threat!
I know there must be more...

Creation, not so much out of the blue as
Once upon a time there was a pile of brown
And out of that brown grew pips and seeds
And worms crawled from out of that brown
And life flourished and multiplied, multiplied
And pips and seeds grew into plants and trees
And bore fruit which was easten by wormkind
And worms grew wings or fins or arms and legs
And grew into animalkind, animalkind
And creatures walked the earth
And fish swam in the sea
And birds flew in between trees
That's how we came to be
And pips and seeds were returned to the earth
Along with a generous helping of brown
And life continued to grow and flourish
From brown to green, from green to brown
Like, like the seasons
And was regenerating, always regenerating
The earth was everybody's home
Every being was free to grow and roam
Their roots were everywhere and everything
All dependent on each other for existing
Existing as one
Whole earth catalogue
Existing as one
Big happy family
Existing as one
Web of destiny
Existing as one
Earth, together

Hey manfred, what you doing back there?
Come on, come unclean, man!
You can turn your back when you paper your crack
You can turn both cheecks, you can de-odour the reek
You can wash your hands of it, when you have been
But you don't fool us with your mister clean
We got the brown on our hands, a piece of momma nature's land
We got the brown in our glands, care of momma nature land
Hey manfred, manfred, listen to me, come on listen to me man. inside we're all brown in there somewhere, we've all got the biz. so quit holding ground, no matter who you are your brown still smells. let it out, man, come on. it's you soul, it's your soil.
As long as there's brown we'll be sticking 'round
You take away the brown, that's when we start going down
Going down, going down, going down, going down...

The plantations in ex-colonial governmant land where 'empire made' had given way, with the years, to the more subtle multinational approach.
Now look, first we forget the tueweekie beans and scrap these little plots here. and we can take a road right through and start planting sugar cane all the way up to that hillside.
But what are we gonna eat, boss?
Ah, you'll think of something. i mean, when we cut that forest down there, within a year or two we can double the size of the plantation.
But we can't just live off sugar daddy?
'course you can. i mean back home where i come from the folks live off the stuff.
But boss, we can't afford coca cola, never mind all this fancy processing biz.
Well look, no, look. think of it as in investment, cash crops, you see. you grow the sugar, we send it to the dear old folks back home. who come up with the readdies, and we give you some bread on the deal.
But boss, there's people starving to death out here.
Well, between me and you nigger boy, there's too many of 'em anyway.

Never good enough to win the race
He was always asked to make the pace
Speeding off then left behind
To watch someone else win the golden mile
Tired of always being forgotten
Whilst others got the glory
He decided to set out one day
And run himself into history
So next race in he set the pace
Then carried on and on
Have you heard the one about the pacemaker?
He won!

Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock
She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot
The fridge was bare, the dog was bones
Weavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman calls
Mary, mary, she went up the wall
And she kissed bye bye to the holiest joe
Played the wild rover and climbed on board
Says, 'it's all that the lady of the manor can afford'
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
Meet miss morrissey, fingers light
She lifted up his hat and he wept all night
She's the woman with the granny bag dressed to the nines
The pleasure and the privilege mine all mine
Candid camera on every bloody wall
All the cameras under heaven couldn't catch 'em all
Fill those pockets and lift that grail
Lead me into temptation, girls
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
Everything i do, i do it for you. everything i do is driven by you. driven by you? you don't have a clue. i make your songs better and you always try to sue! money, money, money--it's gone to your head. i sample too much and you say 'the music's dead'. dead? huh! you're the one that's dead--lots of money spent on someone with a hollow head. new kids, minogue, all those sort of rogues, making lots of money for those scheming little toads. then you come to us and say we made the music worse--look at the beatles and stones--who made their music first?
All the threes and all the queen bees singing 'does the driver wanna wee wee?'
Wicked ladies, malicious intent
Your honor, i was only trying to pick it up for lent.
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
'cause we want to wee wee too!
Why waste change, why change the habit
If the girl's got to have it then the girl's got to have it
Easiest pickings, wall to wall, in england's piped ceramic malls
By the dickens and the devil's daughter
Bingo full house everyone's a winner
The lady works in mysterious ways
All because the lady loves christmas every day
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
(repeat)
You can make a living sometimes plundering
(repeat)
Too late
(repeat)
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs

Hey diddle diddle, here's a brand new riddle
What's shallow and cheap with a hole in the middle
Five fingers holding four wise angels
Little heads float by on clouds of goodness
They're playing voodoo with their kylie dolls
Sing it right or don't sing it all

Heysel stadium, it's easy to remember
How the game continued despite the disaster
"with all those millions of viewers, we've got to carry on
It would be financial suicide to stop at this point."
And there's a ready-made scapegoat, ready to blame
Hooligans fighting, ruining the game
Ignoring the bad planning and cramming-in of fans
Right next to each other in crumbling stands
Putting money before safety caused those deaths
Whilst greedy bosses in their boxes shout and turn red
"get those bodies back the full ten yards!
They're covering up the advertising boards!"

Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats)
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
Another white boy band
They're happy on demand
Everything is planned
Until the singer gets a habit
Guess what?
Guess what? this could get to be a habit
Guess what?
Guess what? this could get to be a habit
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
I'm going out of my head
Inside a t.a.z.
You won't catch me living or dead
On the hollywood a-list
Guess what?
Guess what? the hollywood a-list
Guess what?
Come and get your arse kissed
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
(repeats)
Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats)

There's pedal bikes and motor bikes
And now they're riding mountain bikes
Up and down and out of town
Over, under, through, around
I ride my little bicycle, i ride it to the top
No red lights or traffic signs to tell me when to stop
There's racing bikes and motor bikes
And now they're riding mountain bikes
Up and down and out of town
Over, under, through, around

The evolution of humankind
An opposing digit, the use of tools
Inventing the wheel, exploring space
Brain size still developing
Two men and a referee
Foam gloves and a silver cup
Devolution about to begin
Round one, ding, ding!
A perfect right to the other's chin
No tools, wheels, or exploration
Brain size still developing
The evolution of humankind
The evolution of humankind
The evolution of humankind
The evolution of humankind

I saw one legged skiers, agile and graceful
In and out the slalom, rushing ever downwards
And there weren't any losers
I saw marathon runners, strong and determined
Hunched in wheelchairs, and pushing ever onwards
And there weren't any losers
And there weren't any losers

But we spread more disease than all of the insects
By carrying our shit then spreading it by contact
When we shit on people we are shit on in return
So we put out more shit we think we've nothing left to learn
We keep on spreading more disease than all of the insects
And after the people had built scare city high in the food mountains, the advertising men moved into the plush concrete drawing offices and started juggling around with ideas, and they came up with a concept and the concept was this: need is an anagram of eden. so they marketed need, shit for every occassion, replacing our real needs with a craving for the purified packaged shit. waste product. waste became the product.
Coca cola is drunk two hundred and fifty million times a day in a hundred and forty five different countries. they can shift shit anywhere they want, when they want. anywhere, any time, they can shift it. yeah, eighteen million children starved to death last year. they can't shift food because it's not fucking profitable.

The good folks pull together
It's july 4th forever
Down in celebration, florida
The neighbors bring you coffee
And everyone's always happy
Down in celebration, florida
There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse
And they're selling innocence
They're keeping out the deviants
To protect the residents
Of celebration, celebration, florida
They're buying up nostalgia
For a time they can't remember
Down in celebration, florida
They're sharing homemade corn chips
Even the dogs get facelifts
Down in celebration, florida
There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse
And they're selling innocence
They're keeping out the deviants
To protect the residents
Of celebration, celebration, florida
There's nation fighting nation
There's kids with malnutrition
But not in celebration, florida
Social engineering
It gives you that fuzzy feeling
Down in celebration, florida
There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse
And they're selling innocence
They're keeping out the deviants
To protect the residents
Of celebration, celebration, florida
Celebration, celebration, celebration, florida
Well, it's
It's very conventional, i don't know, and it's, it's, kind of just
Relies on some kind of simplistic folk ideology.
That's true, actually i'd agree with that.

All through the game he shouts at his mates
Talking, talking, talking, never shuts his face
Into the pub for a sporting discussion
He always tries to dominate the conversation
At home there's more serious things to discuss
His partner tries to prompt him, "let's talk about us"
He's silent now, he has nothing to say
The ball's in his court, but he don't know how to play

Everybody's looking for a one way system
As if there's only one way out of this prison
Everybody's looking for that one piece of wisdom
As if there's just one answer to all of our problems
And the biggest one way of all the one ways
The central circulating shit
Is m o n e y, oh why?
Why oh why, oh my oh my, all mine
They steal our lives and sell them back to us
And palm us off with the freedom of choice
The choice of a million and one lifestyles
Built on a billion and one false smiles
And life giving pills, philosophies, and products
All of which claim to be the one for us
And life giving pills, philosophies, and products
All of which claim to be the one for us
All mine, mine, make it mine, make it worth my while
Make it worth my while, and maybe then i'll think about it
Make it worth my while, and i'll see what i can do.

I'm just scraping the social dogma from the bottom of my soul
No beat, no rhythm
No beat, no rhythm
No beat, no rhythm
Can you name him?
We'll bring you the answer when we come back

You can't trust anyone nowadays
(repeat)
Brown shirts don't make it
(repeat)
I'm not so brave and i'm not too crazy
And i'd rather be a coward than pushing up daisies
Never rocked the boat, never tipped the scales
Never got off the fence, never had that much to say
So when i get a leather glove across my face
I say 'yes sir, no sir, whatever you say sir'
And when the nazis stop me
Shouting 'get out your pass book'
I say 'yes sir, yes sir'
I don't trust to luck
Who'd adam and eve it
They're rationing clothes
And where they find a molehill a mountain grows
So please, no pictures 'cause the snap you took
They'll take it as a sign
Jesus h christ--just my luck
You can't trust anyone nowadays
You can't trust anyone nowadays
I'd stay at home and sit it out
But in a dirty world you need a launderette
Two short minutes
I look the other way
Some bastard robbed me blind
You can't trust anyone nowadays

Are you sitting comfortably?
Then i'll begin
The story of kinnochio
The man who ran the other party pondered the size of his nose
A man who pleaded for leadership and groveled more than most
He scabbed and he lied and he nodded and smiled and he sunk down low
Whilst the nose at the foot of his happy face slowly began to grow
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Little by little he noticed that his nose's enormous size
Was in direct and equal proportion to his political compromise
Despite his strenuous efforts to put the world to rights
His nose continued to slowly extend as he moved towards the right
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Eager for power and groveling for votes
You could measure his popularity by the increasing size of his nose
A dancing puppet grafted in wood
Controlled by strings operated from above

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die fo...
A dog stares into a gramaphone trumpet
Waits for his call to action
Mute and obedient, standing to attention
Look a little closer, the dog is a man
Working on the factory floor as hard as he can
The trumpets is a loudspeaker, fixed into the roof
The man can hear his master's voice
And it always tells the truth
The man obeys his master, and carries out his work
And of course he is rewarded with bonuses and perks
You see, they have an understanding
And this is it:
The man stands under his master
Whilst his master has a shit

Where did the chinaman go?
Where did the chinaman go?
Bowled out of favor when the paceman move in
As pitches got faster with no turn or spin
"bowl faster, bowl at him, bowl bodyline
If we can't get him out, we'll make him retire!"
Where did the chinaman go?
Where did the chinaman go?
Where did the googly go?
Where did the googly go?
Who still bowls a googly in this day and age?
When bouncers and beamers are all the rage
Forced to take guard with helmet and visor
Awaiting the arrival of slazenger armor
Where did the googly go?
Where did the googly go?
Bring back the chinaman
Bring back the googly
And long live dicky bird

At the beach, pressure's on
Dad in trunks and vest
Four years old, today's the day
He gives me my big test
Picking up a beach ball
Red, green, yellow, blue
He throws it at my feet
Wonders what i'll do
Do i kick it back?
Beautifully struck!
He's dying to get his son
Into a football strip
Or run away to build a castle
And precipitate the end
Of our relationship

Bing played golf
Do-be-do-be-do
In the rain
Do-be-do-be-do
Struck by lightning
Do-be-do-be-do
Never again do-be-do-be-do-be-do-be-do

Let's face it lads, you're really crap!
But you're exciting to watch, i'll give you that
Not for a wage, not for fame
Not for directors
For the love of the game
You chicken out
You fluff the shot
You fall and shout
And foul a lot
Let's face it lads, you're really crap!
But you're exciting to watch, i'll give you that

Oh, where are you now george?
Now that wingers have been laid to rest
And shirts have adverts across their breast
And it's all about who's the richest
Where are you now george?
With those boots that laced up the side
And that irish shirt that you wore with pride
And that picture of you with mike summerbee and bride
Oh, where are you now george?
I dreamed of you dribbling past city's back four
And leaving joe corrigan fumbling on the floor
And the stretford end singing "more! bestie! more!"
Where are you now george?
In a boutique down carnaby street?
Or gambling on the horses at an aintree meet?
Oh where oh where are those magic feet?
I know where you've been
On granada every week
I want you to come back to me
And have you seen george oghani
And charlie george?

In ignorance, i still assumed this body was mine, that i could choose. i had faith for charity and understanding sympathy. but no, we're seen as baby machines. face judge, jury, and male gps, fo
Uilty, careless, callous, cold, and told the things we're always told by the gentle, prime-time moralist on national daily news, with persuasive smile he'll take away a woman's right to choose. they say the lord giveth, and the lord taketh away. but not beyond the eighteenth week if alton has his way.
'have you considered what you're going to lose? do you realize what you're asking me to do? are there medical reasons? and, oh, by the way, you know we can't help you unless you pay?'
Desperation and a waiting list. you don't count blessings, just weeks missed. problems are beginning to show. it's so impersonal, so painfully slow.
'do you know what you'll put my conscience through? do you know just how few women are as lucky as you? no, the delay's not deliberate. it just takes time. and maybe by then you'll have changed your mind.'
A history of desperation, of old wives' tales, from jumping down off ladders to using knitting needles. from gin baths, to a punch in the guts--sometimes it would work, mostly it just hurt. that these laws are to protect us is another moral con. how do they protect the given rights of any woman? they'll drive us on the back-streets, demand won't go away. we'll bleed, we'll die, because we couldn't pay. this bill will make us victims--it's we who should decide. we want control of our bodies and our lives. alton, don't feel too safe behind your man-made laws. laws can be broken as easily as bones. steal from one, and you steal from us all, and laws like yours will make re-sisters of us all!

I'm having a wonderful time drunk on communion wine
One sin over the seven
Sick all over the stairway to heaven
Bullshit, bullshit, priests without a pulpit
Shake shake shake your blessed bells
Ding dong, heaven calling, buzz buzz buzz, haircut sir
You put your whole self in, your whole self out
In out in out, shake it all about
With a pop song, pop song, smothering love bombs
You're great i'm great everybody's great
Everybody's great
(repeat)
Happiness is just a chant away
(repeat)
Georgie got a needle and georgie got a hit
Georgie got religion and a saviour on a stick
There're a thousand georgies all posing in a field
Which are false and which are real?
You put your whole self in, your whole self out
In out, in out, what's it all about?
Pop song, pop song, smothering love bombs
You're great i'm great everybody's great
Everybody's great
(repeat)
Happiness is just a chant away
(repeat)
I'm having a wonderful time drunk on communion wine
One sin over the seven
Sick all over the stairway to heaven
Harry roberts, harry roberts, roberts, roberts, harry, harry
(repeat)
Everybody got a good deal
Everybody got a guru
Everybody got a love bomb
Everybody got a hit song
(repeat)

You noble diggers all stand up now, stand up now
You noble diggers all stand up now
The wasteland to maintain sin (?) cavaliers by name
Your digging does maintain and persons all defame
Stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down, stand up now
Your houses they pull down to fright your men in town
But the gentry must come down and the poor shall wear the crown
Stand up now diggers all
With spades and hoes and plows stand up now, stand up now
With spades and hoes and plows, stand up now
Your freedom to uphold sin (?) cavaliers are bold
To kill you if they could and rights from you to hold
Stand up now diggers all
The gentry are all round stand up now, stand up now
The gentry are all round stand up now
The gentry are all round on each side the are found
Their wisdom so profound to cheat us of our ground
Stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now
To rescue they advise, such fury they devise, the devil in them lies
And hath blinded both their eyes
Stand up now, stand up now
The clergy they come in stand up now, stand up now
The clergy they come in stand up now
The clergy they come in and say it is a sin
That we should now begin our freedom for to win
Stand up now diggers all
'gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now stand up now
'gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now
For tyrants they are both, even flat against their oath
To grant us they are loathe free meat and drink and cloth
Stand up now diggers all
The club is all their law, stand up now stand up now
The club is all their law, stand up now
The club is all their law, to keep all men in awe
That they no vision saw to maintain such a law
Stand up now diggers all

Whilst robson plays his sharp cd
And beardsley paints his lounge "hint of green"
And the big clubs dream of a superleague
Of keegan's "reasonable" three thousand a week
But back at sinthonia, the ground's hardly packed
And the bank won't give them an overdraft
So it's play a full team of y.t.s.
Or get sponsored by the d.h.s.s.
Oh no!
Oh yes!

England's goalkeeper since gordon banks
Consistent, reliable, a safe pair of hands
But despite all his saves and all his acrobatics
I can't help recalling something more dramatic
Of an incident in the back of a car
When shilts was caught with his bottom bare
And the image of him and his apparent agility
Will stay with me longer than his goalkeeping ability
Bare! caught with his bottom bare!
Bare! caught with his bottom bare!
With his bottom bare, he was caught with his bottom bare!
With his bottom bare, he was caught with his bottom bare!
With his bottom bare

Chapt. two - guess who? manfred the great
The great king bashed down his goblet on the oaken table as kings do when they want more wine. everyone was silent. 'minstrel the noise of chattering women grates on my ears. play me some music,' he bellowed.
A fairy tale handed down
I believed it, didn't we all
A man, a hero, walks on to the scene
Unquestionably good at everything
First he does battle with various creatures
Which compared to his goodness are evil monsters
Having made dragons extinct forever
He murders a couple of the castle guards
He enters the castle quite unnoticed
And tells the girl he'll be back for her
'and so i shall make her mine forever'
But runs into trouble and is taken prisoner
Is taken to the big bad, bad, bad, baddy
Baddy tells hero how goodness is finished
And has him strapped up to a slow-death device
But he escapes as the rope starts to burn through
The blade crashes down on the block where his head was
With a sword from the wall he finishes the castle guards
A lamp gets knocked over in the panic and a fire starts
A race against time to rescue the princess
To get past the baddy to get out of the castle
Out of the window where the horses are waiting
The couple ride off and the whole place goes up in flames

Another sunday match again
Another merseyside clash again
It's the 36th this season
By my calculations
That's when i made the decision
To stay in the lower divisions
Travelling from town to town
Hopping round from ground to ground
For the character and determination
In the face of bankruptcy
For the passion and dedication
Despite the threat of the vauxhall league
And the stands may be empty
And the bank account too
But there's something in my stomach
Says they'll always pull through
That's when i made the decision
To stay in the lower divisions
Travelling from town to town
Hopping round from ground to ground

And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows
To ruin your tomorrows
Below suspicion
Cafes full of people dressed as spies
And all i know
Is guilt for being different
It's always raining stones
There's a killer in the home
In a small town
Everybody looks the same
There are unwritten rules
Unspoken words
Should i pack my fear and go?
(chorus)
I have to leave somehow
Before they run me out of town
I have to leave somehow
And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows
To ruin your tomorrows
There are unwritten rules
Unspoken words
Should i pack my fear and go?
(repeat chorus)

Yuppies, i've been taught,
Are keen on sport
Two slices wholemeal loaf
Into towelette jogging suit
Once round the park
Quick game of squash
Staving off a heart attack
With f-plan diet and filofax
In a world where
Participation can be bought
Yuppies, i've been taught
Are keen on sport

Compass, whistle, cagoul, map
Count your steps along the track
To checkpoint one
Checkpoint two
Checkpoint three and back
Compass bearing sou-sou-west
Choose the route you think is best
Judging distance, pace and line
Head and feet to cut the time
To checkpoint one
Checkpoint two
Checkpoint three and back
Checkpoint one
Checkpoint two
Checkpoint three and back

M spells man, k spells kind, could somebody tell me is man kind?
Manking is saying, gotta say goodbye now, gotto say goodbye to mother earth
I mean, how could i ever say that to her?
She's my mother, and i love her, there's no other, mother earth, mother earth
I used to watch, watch with mother, i grew up with her
Now i'm grown up, i stand on my own two feet, but that's no reason to forget her
By acting with mother not against her
First second and third worlds can help each other
By sharing the load, we can bear the burden
By working together we can replant the garden
Mother nature can be a right bastard at times, but i reckon she's a whole lot cleverer than mankind. he might have more experience, especially in apathy. well ask him or ask yourself, 'war, poverty, death, rape, and violence on our streets?' and he'll look at you blankly and say, 'mindless'. man made catastrophe and it's happening now, today, so we're right up shit creek without a paddle, without a boat even. question, what are full of holes yet hold much water? answer, people. people need each other, not money, not packaged shit, we need each other.
How to be nice to each other?
How to talk to each other?
How to live together again?
I reckon, peace means learning to live together again

Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's underpants
She's been there for eight years cooking up her plan
To make the uk like big brother usa
Where selfmade men run everything and this is what they say
"once upon a time, we had an idea
Mr big thought it was a damn good idea
Together we made the idea strong
And before too long they could do no wrong
As the idea grew, the number of poeple who dug our idea grew too
We had a graphic designed who know just what to do
He made it plain and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the blood of the butchered indians
White is anglo-american apartheid
Blue is the "gee, i'll die for my country" mentality
That made it all possible
Our history, made from other people's misery
Our history, built on other people's poverty
A present, the world into which we were born
I say, i say, i say, what's the biggest thing in the world today?
It's the myth that men are big, that includes us lads
The myth that we've got a rocket down our pants
When i was ten years old i was bought and sold
On films, tv, books, and comics pushing myths about mr. big
Rock it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a wapping great wanger. the bigger it is, the bigger you are, and you gotta use it!"
Mr big's the bigger it is the more power it packs
Mr. big's shiny prick nuclear dick
How do we measure up to it?
At the age of twelve i thought to myself,
"it's gonna grow"
For the next seven years i kept a check of things down below
It didn't grow
Now look at me on the front of this record
Admittedly it's not erect
But even allowing for exaggeration there's no comparison with
This microphone, sylvester stallone
Electric guitars, sports cars
Errol flynn, jimmy hill's chin
Stars and stripes and rubber pipes
F-111 bombers and the contras
Post office tower penis power
Muscles and sweat cigarettes
Ronald reagan's smile cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, going on sixteen
No growth down below if you know what i mean
I kept it very quiet, i felt a lot embarrassed
I didn't like going in public toilets
At school i skipped showers
The state separatism of an all-boys school
I couldn't relate to girls, there were different rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress
They did right not to like it, 'cause women are not fuckin' objects
Like with anything else which we keep to ourselves
We end up taking it out on somebody else
It becomes a big thing without being big at all
I felt very inadequate, confused, and small
We hide our feelings, our flesh and our blood
Start putting out mr. tough
To be larger than life, more than just flesh and blood
Like the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in pubs
We pretend it doesn't hurt as we beat each other up
In our confusion we want to be more than flesh and blood
Like the good guys on tv, we pretend to have no feelings
It's easier to avoid the emotional scenes
So when it comes to our lives we do not see who we're hurting
Like the good guys on tv we don't know our own feelings
All i needed was demystification
And it's as simple as this
We're flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
I say, i say, i say, what's the biggest idea in the world today?
Us losing sight of feeling reality, instead, putting our faith in democracy
Churchill died in 1965, but god and country survived
As a lad i was full of it, it took me twenty years to see through it
The state freedom which keeps us in our place
Which keeps us blind to how governments operate
And gives us war to cover our insignificance
And gives thatcher what she wanted
A vote of thanks, victory for britain, oppression with a smile
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the jack again over port stanley
Young growing lads are watching every move
To see how they measure up
Growing up confused, like i did
'cause their minds are being messed up
The pretending becomes the reality as we turn out the lights
Turn on the power and fuck the consequences
The reality of rape and violence
From the bedrooms to the backstreets
And the mass-manufactured murder
From the boardrooms to the battlefields
The reality of their freedom
Behind the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The price of trying to forget ourselves
Trying to hide but still being racked with pain
Such is the life they would have us lead
To kill or be killed for their idea
Where's the freedom, i ask, in being told what to do?
And living in constant fear?
If we're ever gonna change this thing
We've got to try and find a way from within
Within our heads, amidst our own confusion there must be something
Something real, a feeling which is not for sale
Which they can't drown
A love for each other, and a will to resist the people who will try to keep us down
Like northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya
The free world penis power intervention is so similar
Where flesh and blood and feeling people
Fighting for their lives, trying to resist
Are tortured and killed by democracies and labelled terrorists
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Peoplekind just trying to find some sense in all of this mess
Something real, a feeling which will never be for sale
A love for each other, a will to resist those who will build our prison walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
(repeat and fade)

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dogs
Aided and abetted by the local hunt sabs

One, two, three years later
Complacency sets in
He patiently sits in
Watching the telly
Thursday to thursday
Radio turnsday (?)
Can't do nothing if you haven't got money
Stop
Can't make friends if you haven't got money
Stop
Squandering money [?] nowadays
Stop
You can't do nothing if you haven't got money
Stop

Chapter seven
There's bugs on the house plants of the folks back home
Insects are material, they're not inferior
Insects are material, they're not inferior
What do we want?
Insect liberation!
When do we want it?
Now!
Insects are dirty, insects are filthy
They never bother washing their legs or faces
Insects are ugly, insects are evil
They sniff around the brown and then they eat it
An insect loses its way one day and gets trapped in the house
An insect in the house, but not in this month's issue of "wonderful home"
Fly spray or stinky thing, hanging from the ceiling
A rolled up neswpaper on the head, the poor insect ends up dead dead dead dead
But insects are dirty, insects are filthy
They never bother washing their legs or faces
Insects are ugly, insects are evil
They sniff around the brown and then they eat it
They eat shit, and they're walking on it!
They fly around from town to town spreading disease
They're ugly little monsters, and i hate them
Won't you get rid of them for me? please!
But who likes the taste, who makes use of our waste?
Who puts the goodness back into the soil?
It's insects, bacteria, germs, and worms

Mr. heseltine you drove into our town
The northern rain always drizzling down
Shoppers at the window stopped to look
As you signed another copy of your book
'cause you have all the power
And you have all the wealth
And we've got nothing but ourselves
We've got nothing but ourselves
We've got nothing but ourselves
So we'll do away with leaders, bosses and police
Reclaim our actions, rediscover our voices
Salvage our integrity, reassert our dignity
Power in the heart of the community
Mr. heseltine listen to me
We don't want power
And we don't want money
We're fighting for the right to decide
How the power and the wealth
Be equally divided
Old people in seacroft need money for bills
Single mums with kids want decent meals
And we all want new coats
When all's said and done
They're all worn out
From being walked upon
There comes a time when we organize
When we take control of our daily lives
When we don't obey orders from authority
When we disbelieve the myths of democracy
Democracy street, britain's longest running soap, with the added illusion of audience participation. our act tonight, on the left, capitalism that's right, on the right, capitalism is it, in the middle, probably the best capitalism in the world. remember it's your choice, your five seconds worth of action that counts. i mean that most sincerely voters. sit tight, keep quiet, 'till the next time. the next time being one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days away. well if freedom is the choice between greed and practically the same impression (?), then i'll take the one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days. never mind the ballots, here's the rest of your life.
Mr. heseltine drove away
Two more appointments in the north today
Helpless and powerless
We join the queue for the metro bus
And mr. heseltine i've made up my mind
I'll never give support to you and your kind
(repeat)

And now, the reverend abraham meekly, saver of souls
Though they broke my legs
They gave me a crutch to walk
Though they broke my legs
They gave me a crutch to walk
Though they broke my legs
They gave me a crutch to walk
Their laws to guide me
And a crutch to walk
Brothers and sisters, i have sinned more than sinning, i have been away these last four long years, but now i am returned to the fold to be among my flock. i come as humble shepherd embodied by the almighty, the power above, the power which is in me. because i am reborn, brothers and sisters, i am living proof that government saves. brothers and sisters, i want you to show our faith in the powers that be, for we are the true believers. i want you to come forward together, come to me, and let us feel the power of the cross. today's lesson, stay in your homes except on thursday, do not stray from the path, as our signpost says, you can't miss it really, and we're open all day. now there's no need to rush, we've got plenty of pencils for everyone. now there're collecting tins for ordinations, check, credit card facilities are payable, government savings, stickers and badges on sale, t-shirts in small, medium, or large, all at competitive prices. put a down-payment on your place in heaven
, and buy me another four
Years, brothers and sisters. dance wherever you may be, i am the lord of the dance said she. and if you don't dance, we have ways of making you dance. government be with you!
Amen

Whisper the words of wisdom no more
Speak the words of wisdom no more
Shout the words of wisdom no more
The governments of the world agree
That people need bombs and banks and barriers
Harriers, tanks, and aircraft carriers to carry us to war
To drop it at my front door
But if no one pulled a trigger then no one would get shot
If no one made the bombs, no one would get blown up
If nobody believed in stinking countries
There wouldn't be any territories to fight over
If nobody held money as sacred
There'd be food for all, not just those who can't afford it
And if nobody voted for a government
They wouldn't have the right to make people fight
But first they treat us like we're nobody, no one
Then it's "join britain's fight, be someone--bomb someone"
But dead we're no more than dust on the floor
Of the next generation
Who are marching as to war
But no more war, we won't go away
'cause no more war is something we've got to say
No more war, we can try to make the fighting cease
No more war, advertise for peace
No more war, i know it's easier said than done
But we can make a start by declaring peace
No more war, look i know it's easier said than done
But we can make a start by declaring peace
By declaring peace
Just remember in 1982 when the falklands war was happening
The new musical express didn't say a word about it

Damen hurst said it came in with the tide
Now jerry springer, he's in formaldehyde

The white male complex shows its roots
Chanting seig heils, throwing salutes
From it's tiny brain to its outsize boots
In 100% british sheepskin suits
All the fascists gathered there
Fouling up trafalgar square
Proud and dumb on remembrance day
...amen
An afternoon in mid november
Tell me what you're here to remember
'i can't remember...'
'i... i can't remember...'
They've got police protection
They've got the boss's investments
They've got shit for brains
They raised their ugly heads again
'lads together, we can have a laugh
Goose-step past the cenotaph
Patriotic to the last
Of this, our patriotic past!'
No, they shall not pass

Most of us who have watched the scenes on television have only the highest praise for the police. they indeed have kept the right of miners to go to work open, and they've done it marvelously. t
Lice have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. our institutions of justice, the courts, and the police, require the unswerving support of every law-abiding citizen. i think it totally and utterly false... totally and utterly false... totally and utterly false... to cast a slur on the police and the superb way in which they have handled this dispute. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. if there are individual complaints about policemen, there's a well-established machinery to pursue them, and that is why british justice is renowned across the world. it seems that there are some who are out to destroy any properly elected government--they are out to br
Ing down the framework of law. that is what we have seen in this strike.

We're the ladies for compassionate lynching
We fight for all the things we believe
We spend all of our time on your talk shows
We put the stickers on your record sleeves

Full employment, slave labor, and schemes
An unemployed workforce, the capitalist's dream
But lets keep britain working--either way we must keep britain working
Conventional weapons to kill people nicely
Nuclear weapons to keep the peace
But weapons definitely--either way we must defend ourselves
Nationalization, with one big boss
No, privatization, with lots of little bosses
But someone in control, of course, either way there must be someone giving orders
(chorus)
A toast to democracy
The prison guard of this society
Sides in the voting game
Disappear into the same machine
The same machine
A toast
To us bases and nuclear weapons
To stopping pickets pulling down fences
To the british troops in northern ireland
To the wonderful victory in the falklands
To the plastic bullet and the riot police
To the udm, to the tuc
To isolating gays and to law and to order
To richer bosses, to poorer workers
(repeat chorus)
To longer hours and to less pay
To the courts for those who get in our way
To the beating of people who step out of line
To the use of troops to break a strike
To the expulsion of extremists and political witch hunts
To repatriation, to benefit cuts
To peaceful settlements, and to no strike agreements
To authority, to power, to governments
One, two, three
To the annual rise in the mp's wage
To vested interests, to privilege
To the party who wins the next election
By definition a victory to capitalism

The bowler's running in, the batsman lights a fag
He keeps a packet handy and it's lodged inside his pad
Because it's written in his contract that after every over
He has to have a smoke just to satisfy the sponsor
In a bid to save the sport he sacrifices his health
His inning is getting shorter and so is his breath
Seems the price of survival involves a cigarette
Making money out of sport and choking it to death

That was really good
Yeah, wasn't it?
Yeah...
Uh, what about the record?
Ah, they'll get it...
It's a no-no
I've gotta heave-ho
I got no stomach for a dumbed-down tomato
Gene genie, rogue soya beanie
Get thee behind me patent margarinie
Here's to you and your health and happiness
Here's to you and your health and happiness
Here's to you and your health and happiness
Here's to you and your health and happiness
Bobby can you hear me?
Uh huh
What about this sou...

Missionaries up from the south
Have come to put words in our ignorant mouths
Big company muscles flex
And we're all pulled along by the seat of our kecks
Popstars to lead us to the promised land
Same rich bastards in command
All responsibility out of our hands
Just work for their party and cheer for their bands
Red banners angry lawyers keep checking on their bobs and tanners
Same old dances and five year plans
Will never bridge the gap between stars and fans
What's unsaid is left unsaid as the bosses
Lure the popstars into their beds
Allowed to indulge in their political bread
There's too many people who agree to be led
The pied piper came today
Autograph autograph to lead us away
Out of the town behind the piper
Over the cliff and into the river

From coca-cola to tv politics
Cruise missiles to chicken-in-buckets
From words and images to advertising
From colonel sanders to cop-car sirens
And now the american football circus
More showbiz sport come to plague us
Plastic pitches, plastic tradition
Another part of the us invasion