They fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, won't fucking listen, won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, won't fucking listen.
We our know our enemy they're hiding underground, want us to live and die in the shit they leave around. What can we do? can we say? We're not dead to show we're alive? The government "shove it" and "don't get in the way". But we're sliding down on a world nose-dive. here cling tightly to their fear and their fun, The are abroad, so our streets are clean. Even those who know, hide in and Sun. What it take to stop the machine?
only when we're serious and start to make fuss That the politicians show real face. the copper and the squaddy who were once one of us, Now trained to do the work and know their place. If they won't listen either, can we do? people. Yes. But only people oppress. If we can go round them, we'll to go through. If it rains and there's no we must work in the mess.
They say they're trying to uphold the law And if they were off duty we talk some more O.K., they're individuals but they're in a mob, They're under orders, a dirty job. The plods are to go for your neck Or your nose running their gauntlet. P.C. on the spot, Take the law into own hands and fuck us a lot.
If we choose to leave the that we've been taught, expect help, do don't get caught.
They try so very hard to reasonable and straight And asked you twice to co-operate. "You have every to protest like anyone these days, But keep to the footpath and out the way, see?" ???
If we choose to leave the that we've been taught, Don't expect help, do get caught.
??? They'll think it's on the news at ten ??? The are at it again, Annoying the police and the passive 'grass We're living in a country where the shoots. People with courage dumped and and won'ts look on empty-handed. If you up the state, don't be a star, They're struck if don't know who you are.
If we choose to leave the paths that we've taught, Don't expect help, do get caught.
To stand up for the of all and make demands for peace Will bring us hard and sharp the army and police. Well, they're the poor too, like us, maybe it's too late. The rich are in bunker, the poor are at the gate. Use our head to confrontation, Our to avoid exploitation. If the uniforms to stay, They'll have to to get out of the fucking way.
If we choose to the paths that we've been taught, We to be the seeker, we become the sought.