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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'

As soon as i'm born they made me feel big
That i was privileged without having to be rich
They had a place set aside for me to help to run this society
If i followed the paths laid down for me
I could join the club called patriarchy
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
If i didn't get far 'cause the ladder was too long
I could be my own boss, with a workforce of one
No matter how low i go there'll always be lower
It's taken for granted that a white man holds power
And i am white, and i'm a man, i don't have to justify what i am
And now it's relatively easy for me to get taken seriously
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
'cause i'm not black and i'm not irish, i'm not a woman
I don't get too much stick just for being what i am
'cause i am white and i'm a man, i don't have often to justify what i am
Now it's relatively easy for me to get taken seriously
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
Hassled--i've been hassled, but i don't get hassled on sight
I don't dread going out at night, i don't have to worry 'cause i'm alright
Singing about it doesn't exclude me but if i keep quiet then all people see
Is compulsory white male superiority complex that's forced on me
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he
It's no good feeling guilty, it's what i am
But it's up to me to do what i can, by not being what i'm supposed to be
By fighting white male supremacy
By fighting government policy
By fighting bosses of companyies
By fighting fascist democracy
But not forgetting to look at me, no, not forgetting to look at me
Not forgetting to look at me, because i'm a he

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

With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
Ooh mr. murdoch can i show you around?
A new religion, no beat no rhythm
Just wal-mart wall to wall
A kodak baby in the land of plenty
Honey, i blew up the world
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot

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

If i had the wings of an angel
The dirty black arse of a crow
I'd fly over bbc studios
And shit on the bastards below
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below, below
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below

You see who's over there in the corner?
Little jack horner, sat in a corner...
I say, i say, i say
Why'd jack horner sit in the corner?
The story goes it's cos he had a square bum.
Well i'm telling you, that's not absolutely true
He was told to sit there by his teacher.
Jack's crime was this, he said, 'teacher you are wrong, the british army killed a lot of people too. the empire's built on the broken backs and the stolen land of all them blacks, all paid for out of your income tax.'
She said, 'i won't stand for that. don't give me your back chat, the headmaster will surely hear of this.'
She said, 'don't speak until you're spoken to. i'll tell you what you can and can't do. now go and sit in that corner 'till i get back.'
Jack was all alone
Struggling on his own
But when the head walked in the children made such a din
They said, 'jack get up, you got to get out. don't let them push you about, you know they'll keep you in that corner 'till you're dead. jack get out, don't sell out, don't compromise with christmas pies, you know they'll keep you in that corner 'till you're dead. keep shouting back, you tell 'em jack, don't swallow none of their crap, you know they'll keep you in that corner 'till you're dead. calling jack horners everywhere, don't bend to authority which doesn't care, you know they'll keep you in that corner 'till you're dead.'
Jane got up, she helped jack out, she said, 'teachers don't mess us about, we won't listen to your dirty lies. it's you who've got your fingers in the pie. people die, you don't question why, we won't study your lies, we won't eat your christmas pie, we won't eat dead animal pie, we won't eat nukiller pie, we won't eat your pie r squared, and if you really cared, neither would you.'

By the time i got to woodstock
It was going up in flames
In june under a silvery moon
Why do all your songs turn out the same?
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry i was having fun
I'm not sorry
I got that old time religion
Where we still don't cross the picket lines
You got rush limbaugh on your side
But i got ricky tomlinson on mine
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry i was having fun
I'm not sorry
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry i was having fun
I'm not sorry

Three steps forward, two steps back
Oblivious to all around
Psyching up for the big jump
Breathing getting deeper
Then charging down the track
Hitting the board just right
All that energy released
And now in perfect flight
That moment when all that training
Comes together perfectly
When nothing seems impossible
Just you, airborne and free

(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

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!

Come out of our corners
Keep moving, keep changing, start working together
We can change this world by changing ourselves
Make our hands one hand
Resist and realize
We are not isolated by distance
But by the fear of the consequences of honesty
Too scared to look inside ourselves
But eager to change the world
Never breaking the silence between you and me
We talk of universal peace
Whilst we fight internal wars
Ireland, el salvador, battles to win
But the real revolution starts within
All of our differences deep and wide
Are the differences that we build inside
(repeat as round)
And whilst we keep that space between us all
They keep invading and they keep control

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

Oh, charleton heston, your father's favorite son
Walks in whistling casey jones
Moses with a gun
Oh, charleton heston, your father's favorite son
Round and round and ad infinitum

C'mon
Norman rockwell come on in
Hang your dirty coat on the door
Don't you worry 'bout the cops downstairs
They're just digging up the cellar floor
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say i'm nasty mean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
I'm the girl from stars in their eyes but i walked into a life of crime
Now i turn water into corporate pop, and danbert is a friend of mine
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say i'm nasty mean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I feel sick
C'mon
Tried to be so squeaky clean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say i'm nasty mean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say i'm nasty mean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
Harry, tomorrow we sit together and discuss the timing

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

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

'forward with braitain!' with the daily mirror
'the facts not the fiction' boasts the star
The fact is that attacks on asians and blacks
By people who read this racist crap
Are higher than ever before
--but you won't find that in the star
Shock! horror!
In the pages of the sun you're alright if you're white
And not gay, or irish, or out on strike.
Toilet paper to serve the nation
'those filthy asians! and rastafarians!'
Deportation
Repatriation
Intimidation
Condemnation
Prejudice in the daily express
Wapping lies all over the times
And the molotov which burnt out the shop
Had a screwed-up daily mail
Stuck inside the top
All hail the patriot who always buys
These government-sponsored media lies
Who spends each lunch-break getting filled with shit
Who pays for it, and who believes in it...
Shock! horror!

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!

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!

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...

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

Come on, come on, come on
Send this song to twenty people
Add your name, don't break the cycle
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don't leave the house
Because a virtual office in a virtual home
Means you'll never have to drive through the wrong part of town
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Where do you want to go today?
Somewhere you could never take me
(repeats)
Pass it along, pass it along
So here's your final resting place
Your heaven is protected by security gates
Shut out the world, it's getting worse
Save yourself, don't leave the house
Because a happy future is a thing of the past
And there's always another repeat (repeat)
Shut out the world, it's getting worse
Save yourself, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Where do you want to go today?
Somewhere you could never take me
(repeats)
Brave new world population one
Just pass it along
(repeats)

Said the party to the ad-man
We'll conjure up a gimmick
The way to lead an ass
Is with a carrot and a stick
Dig down for minorities
Promise them concessions
Ride in on their backs
And then teach them all a lesson
Unemployment means depression
You're just victims of the recession
We can count on their support
If we can channel their emotions
(chorus)
Populate the wasteland
Between leisure and the grave
Work and pray and place your vote
And some day you'll be saved
All these myths come tailor-made
To suit the company director
Myths that praise the dignity
Of cheap, disposable labor
Two different routes
To an industrial heaven
Work for boss and parliament
And all will be forgiven
It's the fear of being sacked
That lets the boss step up the pace
Because the minute you step out of line
There's someone took your place
(repeat chorus)
Said the mp to the media
Can't we juggle this around
Sprinkle sugar on the dog shit
And we'll keep the figures down
Never let the left hand
See what's in the right
No-one's any wiser
And the problem's out of sight
Take your democratic choice
Take a scheme or starve
Job clubs, restart, yts, cps, eas
Company profits doubled
Wages chopped in half
(repeat)
(repeat chorus)
Offer your life to the one true church
In the name of the conservative party
The labor party
And the liberal alliance
The promised land where banks outnumber churches
And your cars shall be martyrs to the cause
Capitalism in crisis
But on the third day it shall rise again
But on the third day it shall rise

This is for gary bushell
I'm thick (repeat)

The blanket shit coverage we get on tv
Sells us paradise, buy buy buy buy buy buy it
They steal our lives and sell them back to us
As one big happy contraceptive pill-popping party
Based on the ad-man's philosophy
That total self-indulgence equals total freedom
Total self-indulgence equals total freedom
Like freedom from involvement,
Freedom from concern
Freedom from responsibility
Freedom from love
Freedom from love
Freedom from love
Freedom from love?

Both players and watchers,
No-one knows the rules
That's what makes the game so great
"just get out there
And slug your opponent!"
That's what makes the game so great
That's what makes the game so great
That's what makes the game so great

There'll be new events in seoul '88
Throwing the molotov and the hundred meter loot
Hurdling over barricades putting the brick
Vaulting over riot cops in the peoples olympics
The people are angry and the boss is running scared
The olympics of the oppressed, and the boss is running scared
People are content with olympic prestige
It means the poor are evicted to house the rich
Let big business move in and advertise
To gloss over the reality of korean daily life
But the people are angry and the boss is running scared
The olympics of the oppressed and the boss is running scared

I got a skateboard
Oo-ee-oo!
I'm skating down the street
With my trucks all new
Here comes the nme
Coming into view
Looking for a gimmick
That it can screw
"you've got a skateboard
Oo-ee-oo!
Do you like the stupids?
Can we interview you?
What kind of fancy tricks
Do you do?
Are those original
All-star shoes?"
Now it's not a sport
It's a saleable craze
They're screwing us over
In a million ways
"sign on the dotted line
You know it pays"
Who wants a skateboard?
I'm giving mine away

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)

Away from work finding peace
With a swing on the seventeenth lined with trees
You're out playing golf for the day
Hoping that with a bit of luck
Someone will study a chemistry book
And blow up the office while you're away

Chopped a tree, the garden of eden is finished
When i say mankind, i use it as a derogatory term
Whereas scientists and governments use it as a saving grace
Well i once saw micheal heseltine on the telly, whilst he was still environment secretary, and it was a u.n. debate called 'the state of the planet, ten year on.' ten years on since the last debate, and he's there saying, 'look folks, don't worry. everything is under control. the rate of progress is faster than the rate of decline.' as if that made everything ok.
A man who is older than me, with factories in south african says, 'that's the way of the world, and there's nothing you can do about it. you can't change it. so you might as well enjoy it whilst you still can. well that's what i always say anyway, hmm, yeah, and remember that, that's a damn good outlook on life. i've come a long way i have, i have indeed. in fact, you could say i'm a shining example. the dirty kid come clean. have a cigar.'
He must be right cos he's got more experience than me. yeah, he's got a degree in better ways of destroying the earth, better ways of ceasing to be. even if we forget about nuclear war, just for a minute, only for a minute see he's cutting all the trees down, the atmosphere is breaking down the rain cycle's collapsing, acid rain destroying our lakes. forest is being cut down at a rate of an area the size of france every year whole countries of fertile land are being turned into desert, ask him about it, see what he's got to say for himself. ask him about it, see what he's got to say.
'what's it worth? what's it worth? make it worth my while, make it worth my while, maybe then, maybe then i'll think about it.

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.

But it's shit we don't see it though we watch it on the telly
Every day
We give our heroes license to kill in reality
Just like on tv
And we wish we were in his shoes 'cos he gets all the girls
Treats them as property
A pile of shit we don't see it, though we watch it on telly
Every day
That's an electrode in our front rooms a house plant
Pumping in signals
Only five feet from being an implant
Pumping in signals
How often do we leave it switched on?
Channel s.h.1.t.
How often do we sit there switched off?
Staring at it blindly?
Jane's dad closed the book
'not another peep out of you tonight,' he whispered
'it's not fair,' thought jane, 'why's it always the boys who get to do the exciting things?'

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

Oh isn't it horrible?
I can't look
He fell on the ski-jump
And he's not getting up
The car he was driving
Just blew a tire
Oh isn't it horrible?
He's all on fire
The race she was running
Was terribly tough
She collapsed with a hamstring
And they stretchered her off
And just when the speedboat
Was picking up speed
It smashed on a wave
And both drivers were dead
Dead!
Oh isn't it horrible?
The hidden thought
That death and injury
Makes for popular sport

The saturday afternoon tradition
Three falls and one submission
Boston crab and half-nelson
Bouncing around for television
Learn the moves and collect your pay
I'll be the one they boo today
Nothing at all to do with sport
Just cheap entertainment, of sorts

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

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

I always wanted to play
In the school football team
But the coach said i wasn't fast enough
I wasn't no good it seemed
I used to watch them practice
But i never got a game
I went to every trial they had
But every time i failed
I didn't want to be pele
Unlike all my mates
That wasn't my ambition
I just wanted once to play
The football team would travel out
Playing other schools
But they'd never take me on the bus
Although i begged them to
Of course they'd all return
With talk of robbo's goals
And how little nobby forder
Took the defense all on his own
All the ninety minutes were relived
Well, that's how to me it seemed
As i sat in awe and watched myself
Playing in my dreams
In my dreams...
Playing in my dreams...
In my dreams...
But never once the real thing
They'd never let me play
They just said i wasn't good enough
And i'd just get in the way
But then one day it happened
A real scorcher in mid-march
Paul robbo broke his leg
And nobby forder holidayed in france
Kevin soaper and big nose duggan
They both caught chicken pox
They were both at home confined to bed
To nurse their itchy spots
It was the all-important semi-final
Second leg of the cup
Against local rivals queensbury boy's school
They were one nil up
The coach turned to me in desperation
And he pleaded for my help
"this is it, your big chance david!
Can you make the numbers up?"
Well i grinned from ear to ear
And i must have looked quite chuffed
As i seized my opportunity
And told him to get stuffed!

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

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

Once upon a time
Days of wine and roses and smug suburban swine
Same old songs, same old cabaret
A fairytale in notting hill
Take your partners for the standing still
Once upon a time
Not so happy ending for the mersey and the tyne
Who said the story had to end this way?
A fairytale on beeston hill
Take your partners for the standing still
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...

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!

Listen, peep
Don't you worry
Peoplekind be with you all the way
I say farewell now, peep, ok
If we hurry we might just save our day
Give them a piece of your peace of mind
And tell them love from peoplekind
Give them a piece of your peace of mind
And tell them love from peoplekind
Give them a piece of your peace of mind
And tell them love from peoplekind
(repeat)

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?

At farnley park cricket ground there's a sycamore tree
And it stands thirty feet inside the boundary
I think that someone slapped a preservation order on the tree
So it's good the players don't take the game too seriously
Now there are no advertising boards to get in the way
And no computer scoreboard, hip, hip, hooray
Just an old bloke and a stubby pencil end
Who misses a run or two now and again
You see he's too busy looking at the sycamore tree
He says, "it's all part of the game"
And i agree

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

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!

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere
There's a wonderful world you can share
But only if you're stinking rich enough
Martini people are happy people
They always smile because they're getting paid
To sing and dance and have parties in the south of france
Wouldn't you do the same, if you got the chance?
Uncork the speedboat from the bottle and be whisked away
From reality today, to packaged dreamland uk
From the tv screen to the sunday magazine
Fancy cigarette packets, dead animal jackets
From the big flashy car which runs on british petroleum
From bp's investments in australia in uranium
Dinner is served!

Knight to bishop 4
Next move in the cold war
In the spassky/fischer battle
To see who rules the castle
Spassky takes hungary (and czecks)
Fischer takes grenada
Russian tanks to afghanistan
U.s. pawns to viet nam
But it's spassky rebellion
A fischer uprising
The pawns have taken over
And overthrown the king

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)

Twelve stitches in sixteen rows
Two inches overpacking on number ten needles
Cast one hundred twenty one stitches
And knit one, purl one, repeat to the end
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Repeat as knitted for seven and a half centimeters
Finishing on the second row
Change to number eight needles
Then knit one, purl one, repeat to the end
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Cast off twelve
Purl to the last twelve stitches
Break on acrylic, turn and rejoin
Then knit two, purl two, to the last two stitches
Knit two, purl two, knit two, purl two
Knit two, purl two, knit two, purl two
Continue 'til work measures twenty-five centimeters
Finishing on the wrong side row
Cast off twenty-eight, cross on thirty-three
Break and then rejoin, cast off and sew
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one

"so, greavsie, well, what about the black lads gettin' bananas thrown at em?"
"well, it seems a bit unfortunate, i mean, uh, uh"
Sitting on the bench, he starts another drink
Drowning his sorrows watching geoff hurst's hat-trick
The pressures of success led him to the bottle
Now famous for his drinking, when once it was his football
Now a tv personality, i see him every week
If only he was as clever with his mouth
As he was with his feet
"the songs about critical, what you think about that"
"i'm not saying, i mean, it seems a bit unfair on me, i mean i've only had me breakfast"
"ah ha ha, you'll be the death of my, greavsie"

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

Michaelangelo was a genius
Artist, architect, physician
The darling of the florentine scene
Inventor, scientist, mathematician
But less well-known are his regular stints
With florence football club
A renaissance soccer player
Good with either foot
A world-class all-rounder
Up front, midfield, in goal
He was great with a pencil or a surgeon's knife
But he was better with a ball

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

Na then!
Get another drink!
And get yourself sat down
We'll have a game of shave ha'penny
And loser gets next round
Get another drink!
And get your arrows out
We'll have a game of 501
And mine's a pint of stout
So get another drink!
And you've got two shots
And now i can't remember
Who's the stripes and who's the spots
So get another drink!
I can't make it the bar
Too much sport you understand
And too much beer
I'll sithi!

For someone to drop that bomb
Somebody else must do research for to enable the design of such deadly bombs
Somebody else must invest in manufacturing all those dirty fucking stinking bombs
Somebody else must obey without question the instructions to construct that dirty bomb
Somebody else must transport it, take the bomb from, from the factory to the market place
Somebody else must engender filthy attitudes which make making bombs acceptable
Somebody else must go to work to, to pay income tax so that governments can afford to buy bombs
Somebody else, could it be you, think about what you do and for who
Somebody else, could it be you, think about what you do and to whom
Give and take, give up your job, take some time today
Because the world needs you

Welcome to never mind the ballots. the phone lines are now open. if you'd like to put a question to the candidates the number to ring is oh five three two seven seven nine six four three
You want jobs? i've got jobs!
Hospitals? top of my list!
Tax cuts and platform shoes
For every small businessman
Just give me your vote
Just give me your vote
Schools, prisons? of course we'll build them!
Condoms for the american gis!
Nuclear reactors breed like rabbits
Police oppression? you can have it, sir!
Just give me your vote
Put your cross in the box
Hello, we've got our first caller. you're name's martin. hello martin. you listened to our stated policy. well martin to tell you the truth i couldn't agree with you more. it's outrageous, disgusting. but unlike my colleague on my right, we're the party who say what we do, do what we say. you can bank on us martin.
Good evening, shirley. i'm so glad that you've rung. the matter is as dear to me as it is to you. give me four years and i'll get right down to it. because unlike my little balding colleague on my left, we don't make promises we can't keep.
You still there, martin? good, just one more thing. give us your vote
You want houses? see me afterwards
Want my autograph? see my bodyguard
Pre-election budget handouts
You want a war? no problem!
Just give me your vote
Just give me your vote

There's entertainment
There's politics
There's popular culture
There's dialectics
But never the twain shall meet
Never the twain shall meet
This is a myth, propagated by the bourgeois wordsmiths
Who never put a ball in the back of the net
Who never padded up or picked up a bat
Who never spent an afternoon watching their sport
Never saw the bosses quietly taking over
Never saw the stadiums, terraces, arenas
Bought off, remodeled by g plan designers
Sold off and ripped off by company directors
All these so called "revolutionaries"
Who are too busy with the uprising to see what's going on
Will be shocked to discover that at this very moment
Ron pickering is preparing a crack squad of proles
Too liberate our sport from its capitalist oppressors
In tracksuits and trainers, the rising of the masses!

The millionaires are closing ranks
Tax-dodging in the race to the bank
Listen for the slamming of the stable doors
After the horse has bolted
Trapped fingers, and someone's to blame
The jockey club is tightening the reins
All the wealth and power
Owned by a handful of people
With yts workers
In the star-studded stables
I have no sympathy for the inland revenue
But lester piggot, i'm glad they caught you

Now he's going for the grey ball
Into the top left pocket
A touch off the slightly darker grey ball
And he's snookered behind the grey ball
Oh, he's going for the grey ball
Now that's a surprise
A kiss on the slightly lighter grey ball
Now just the grey ball to play
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!

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

The tree of knowledge has been cut down
Torn from the ground, made into defenses and paper money
His own roots man severs
Mother earth dismembered
Distanced from her, he cannot hope to live by consumption alone
He built himself a void, man and the garden
Are both destroyed in his attempt to fill that void

Chap aged twenty-three
Some pieces of my mind
I can be so happy just lying down
Back to the brown, looking up at the stars
On a clear summer's night i can think wow!
Well, i don't even have to think it, i just feel it
But i can be sad, so fucking sad
Lying on my side on my bed staring into space
And i can think, what a hassle what a bastard
What a load of shit life is
Life is wonderful, so intricate yet simple
It truly amazes me
How poeple like me confuse and abuse it
When really it's so precious to me
But i hold on, i hold on for dear life
To my fears as much as i do my hopes
I get bogged down and i dissappear
At times like this i just can't see very clear
Clearly a wise person once said to me
Life is, and that is all there is
To it, t'woo to it, t'woo
That's all there is to it, you twit
And so my lifes goes on, and on, and on, and on
Like i said, earlier on, it's really so precious to me
And that's the way it is, and that's the why i'm here
And it's worth shouting about, and this is how it sounds
And it's as simple as this, i just want to be loved
Same as anybody else, i just want to be loved

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

Watch ben johnson on tv
Or try to beat your own pb
The choice is yours
You decide
Get square eyes
Or get outside!

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

Same seven notes and some slag poet's quotes
Stick them together with glue
You can mix a fine cocktail from memories
And pretend what you're drinking is new
But there's nothing that's new under heaven
(chorus)
There's nothing that hasn't been done
Pour me another double cliche
You can't write a song that's never been sung
Everyone's stealing from someone
Burglars get burgled as well
There's nothing that's new under heaven
There's nothing unique over hell
There's nothing that's new under heaven
(repeat chorus)
You can't write a song that's never been sung
You can't write a song that's never been sung