Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Sir, I Will

The stands open -
lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night.
Alone, the are enormous.
Step outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, to suck on tiring flesh,
Unending statistics fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality.
Afraid of death, we can not ourselves.
To is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed that in black.
It get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears you say, but you're still on your own at night.
got to make such a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being by it.

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Words sometimes don't seem to much;
Of anyone we've used more most.
Feelings from the heart that been distorted and mocked,
Thrown around in the spectacle, the social circus.

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Up the rows of grey robots who control our lives
The things we have to offer sometimes so frail.
As plan destruction and gain respectability,
We our creativity and are made outcasts.

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We didn't expect to find ourselves this part,
We were with ideas, not rock and roll,
But we avoid that arena,
It's become a part of us if we don't understand it.

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In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't love songs.
What is it we sing then?
Our of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that,
Everything that we write is a song.

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We for alternatives,
But the enormous power of the makes it so difficult
To establish foundations. Their lies and are so extreme
everything becomes poisoned and corrupted.
We can media personalities, but it is always on their terms.
We're tired of living up to other people's when our own are so much higher.
seems so easily dismissed when it doesn't conform to mainstream values.
Lennon "They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool",
He was right. Social intelligence merely agreement and compromise.

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The boundaries are becoming as the State becomes more paranoid.
Under rule, conformity becomes the only security.
Fear is a powerful weapon against development.
Cowering in our temples of self little chance of change;
The State is aware of that. The serves many functions.
If of the omnipotent God is no more,
The nuclear Father govern with his shepherd's crook,
his flock closer to the valley of the shadow of death.

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Those of us who stand out the status quo
Do so all odds.
We cling so together
Because we have little than ourselves.
Critics say that it's just punk or that we're just naive anarchists.
They hope to us with their labels and definitions.
Throughout history societies condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes,
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate the walls,
Yet he in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and
How is it the small and mealy-minded have gained so much power?
What perversion has taken place we are governed by fools?

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had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our records saying that a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I we are.
kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them their voice?
For fucks sake, who are lobotomists?
As if only had one side.
Whispered intimacies not get through,
But cries of know no barriers.
But how do we shout for?
Denied the airwaves, we in the wind to carry what we say.
But sometimes found ourselves shouting into the wind
When we should have been in each other.
It seems so absurd that we are denied the chance of being truly free.
The inequalities of the peoples of this earth
Make at best a dream, at worst an insulting privilege.
What space is there for and personal development
over half the world's population is starving?
There are so many things that might have done,
But rooted on this spot in the to find solution,
There's little to see and feel but the and dying of our world.
But for suffering we have been a part of it rather than apart from it.

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the compromises,
Brave fronts, disguises. What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? did you care?
Turning a blind eye to the lies just to it all together,
But sometimes when I'm alone this I wonder whether it's worth it.
and socialising.
Endless philosophising. What did you know? What did you
What did you know? What did you
Surface agreements, statements of fact, trying to we can do it,
But sometimes when I'm alone this I wonder just who can see through it.
and sacrifices.
Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you know? What did you
did you know? What did you care?
Holding the vision, but losing our sight, searching solution,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder how it's just institution.
What did you What did you care?
What did you What did you care?
What did you know? What did you
did you know? What did you care?
Anarchy's become another word for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you know? did you care?
Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. did you know? What did you care?
Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. What did you know? did you care?
Another institution, another cross to bear. What did you know? did you care?
etc. etc.

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Anything and can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor of itself. Itself contained by itself.
There's no point in mouthing the words.
The token just aren't enough,
Nor is speed and weed and the Creed.
Exclusive clubs where the various congratulate each other for doing fuck all
Will achieve nothing but the of the status quo.
has spawned another rock and roll elite,
Cheap Rotten imitations thinking they'll change their world
With dyed and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers.
There's a thousand empty stages for their empty performances,
A empty faces waiting for their empty stances.
How many times must we rehashed versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Shuffle.
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If there was no government, wouldn't there be
Everybody running round, setting petrol off?
And if there was no police force, me what you'd do
If thirty thousand rioters running after you?
And who would clean the sewers? mend my television?
Wouldn't lay about without some supervision?
Who'd the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where would go?
And what if I you to Fxxk Off?
if there's no army to stop a big invasion?
Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the We'd have all immigration.
Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my
Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic
If there were no hospitals, and no too,
If I'd broken both my legs, where I run to?
If no medication, if there were no nurses,
Wouldn't people die a lot? And who drive the hearses?
And what if I told you to Fxxk
If were no butchers shops, what would people eat?
You'd have everybody if they didn't get their meat.
If was no water, what would people drink?
Who'd flush away the you-know-what? But of course MINE stink.
What about the children? Who'd teach in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to down doors?
Tell us make a flask of tea and survive the
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The rock and roll swindler it's O.K. to plunder,
So the pirates set sail to any ethnic culture they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub hands in glee
As the hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any wonder was such sickening celebration over the Task Force
When so radicals work hand in hand with the ruling elite?
Yesterday those wily rejected the status quo,
Today smarm and charm passageways to its very heart.
Where's the free in all that?
the hope and aspiration?
Identities have corporations,
Social egos and moulds,
Scholars of ad-man's dreams. Prescribed
Must we all down aspirins and shine beneath borrowed
Are we really so dumb, so cowered into
That not only are we to eat shit
We're also prepared to say thanks for the
Why should we accept as a bargain for dignity?
Why should we passively death as a bargain for living?
Why accept this robbery of life? Why accept this
For Christ's take up your bed and walk.
Let the blind see end the hear.
The rights of the individual are upon
You realising your as an individual.
People are so easily deluded thinking they've instrumented choice
in reality they're nothing but passive observers.
Passive do nothing but passively observe,
Passively soak up creativity and say "Wow, me!",
Passively soak up and say "Oh no, not us, not me".
There are those who strive for value and
Who for reason and purpose;
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
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They days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of and possibility?
What chance does anyone have when all the are filled?
Sipping teas to the sound of Space Invaders.
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is today's Nuremberg.
Bowing to its authority, they it.
seen four year old children conforming to media roles.
Main-lining the theatre that will become their lives.
The television has so dampened anger.
The population is by the flickering screen
And the streets, where the politics of were once created,
Are deserted at night and the sleep secure.
They are under no threat as as the people are sedated.
Those who suffer head-aches excessive intake of electrons are prescribed valium,
Or pay for a fix at the pub where men have to up the wall
And the of urine lasts well into the next pint.
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Entertainment is designed to over real problems
And very often who profess dissent only add to the deception.
Words are banded about, but at the whim of the puppeteer.
Actionless sloganeering is just Punch and Judy show.
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Any information that we receive the real world is carefully controlled,
Why else would fiction have such
We are allowed to see endless deaths,
But when the real started on the Falklands
Government prevented us from seeing them.
We were given the excuse of 'National
By the lying shits who were only in saving their political skins.
It didn't a fuck to them how many died
As long as their popularity ratings suffer,
For that reason we were shielded from the truth.
While the real violence is kept us
We are to constant pantomimes of death and destruction.
Those in power are rightly aware that if we had to the real facts
We would to be simply passive observers.
Media coverage of Viet Nam massive dissent in the U.S.A.
Thatcher's government was of that when, embarking on the Falkland charade,
They refused cards to anyone who they knew would not support their line.
who did travel to the Falklands found their reports dramatically cut down.
Meanwhile, at home, we fed fabrications of Britain's 'glorious war'.
The truth that is now out paints a very different picture.
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It's often said that truth is the first casualty of war,
It is, but the same could be of life.
From birth we are threatened and beaten into
By family, church, and state.
From then on we're easy for the powermongers.
Like pathetic dogs we hunt out praise
Or, when our nature finds its way to the surface
We hide in the darkness, our tails our legs.
At all we are prevented from realising our own potential.
We are conditioned into passive observers.
If the ring-master war,
We have been conditioned to accept it.
War can only exist through acceptance.
It is nothing but a demonstration of the of human will.
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If the clown offered
We have been conditioned to accept that too,
But peace can not and will not be maintained through acceptance.
Peace will require constant of personal strength,
Constant effort, constant work,
Reappraisal, and devotion.
Which of those qualities were you taught in
war simply requires the masses as cannon-fodder,
Peace requires to realise their own potential,
The are hopelessly against because the State deliberately destroys human will.
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Passive offer nothing but decay.
The flowerbeds need weeding, the roses need cutting before winter.
Freed from sedation, from bondage,
People would their own strength,
But the powerful elite are aware of
And already have tabs on who they regard as subversives.
It is easy for them to single out and us
And easier for us simply not to bother.
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It is to gauge the effect that demands for peace may be having,
The are skilled at concealing dissatisfaction.
For so long people have been "No more war",
But for all demands little has changed.
Seeing that the Movement was growing in strength,
Thatcher Heseltine as Minister of Defence.
One part of his job is to discredit CND,
is the nature of Conservative democraty.
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As pacifist we are too easily forced back tokenism,
Making gestures against the wheels of the juggernaut.
The is delicate.
The spaces always been created by the gentle and caring,
To be later filled by and egotists.
We can try to fill those spaces the strength of our love.
called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy',
But it end there, neither is it enough.
Gandhi played a major role in India from Britain rule,
But conditions in are still appaling for the ordinary people.
Limiting Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy,
But if it is a demonstration of exclusivity it is a sham.
Aren't we to destroy all forms of exclusivity?
Does our own give us the right to oppress others?
we are prepared to oppose all oppression,
We stand guilty of direct to it.
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The plunder our land
And we must resist them on level.
As outsiders we few right with which to oppose them,
But on our own, together, we them.
They have law and those who impose it.
We only ourselves and each other.
They have their order and who impose it.
We only have ourselves and other.
It is easy to dismiss those who seek as dreamers,
But isn't our whole culture built on past
It is essential that our dreams become a
Or there cease to be one.
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Harrods boast that it can supply any whim its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them me an Exocet missile and a starving Third World child
And I'll them the politics of choice.
Equality enter into the ghettos of wealth.
Beneath the protective of Thatcher's economy
The right, rich and privileged get richer
And they, in turn, support her barbaric both at home and overseas.
The Falklands war cost Britain over sixteen thousand pounds - in whose pocket?
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the world millions of people are employed making armaments,
Don't they realise that it's ordinary people like themselves who'll suffer the effects of their filthy
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The wealthy obscene with their obscene
Applaud the carnage their grandstand.
It's as if were at Ascot laying their bets;
to one on the Four Horsemen.
They believe that can buy them out of the responsibility
That they have for the world that they dry.
They are the pornographers
The real in human perversion.
Rich tarts sit dumbly by
Watching fortunes rise and fall
In the neatly pressed pin-striped of the City.
Debutante whores in rich castles.
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The ruling elite with puppet figurehead
Queen the Second, Regina Virgina,
about on the million of bodies
That have sacrificed to gain their position.
Who are these leaders but those who made violence pay?
Who are they but the inheritors of their greed and theft?
Their blood flags are rags to our future,
remnant of our individual rights.
These rulers are common and thieves,
But still we bow them.
For how long will the masses be so manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
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For fucks where are we in all this?
given life yet we court death.
For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how
Still we lay before a stylised figure on a crucifix.
As if the fool might be resurrected.
We are to bargain our lives for his
And join him in the of perpetual Christian guilt.
He hangs there as a of our own subjugation.
Let it be known that he is Christ,
Those who dare emulate him shall thus.
Each settlement is spiked with that image,
Each conscience nailed to that of corruption.
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Military acts are in those gory tales.
Tired Marines, edgy to and sleep, are blessed in his name.
Pious virgins in desire kneel in worship the myth.
In of their own death, they await his coming.
Jesus have mercy on me.
Sweet Jesus, share his agony.
Sweet Jesus, share his misery.
Fuck his deity.
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Over half the population is starving,
Crucified by the of landowners,
Helpless the imbalance of priorities
Practiced by the major who, if they wanted to, could help.
Every minute of the day millions upon million of
Are spent on the of war.
If a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace,
There would be no more starvation on planet.
Yet governments pay no to the cries of suffering,
They perhaps make token to appease their consciences,
But no real improvements are
Because to ensure control the superpowers need to the imbalance.
Natives are slaughtered in homelands
By seeking out new possessions.
Most of the wealth of the so called developed
Has been at the expense of the Third World
whom natural resources, both mineral and human,
Have been exploited.
Peoples' and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And flame-throwers.
The poor and are raped and tormented
By leaders who use their not to assist, but to oppress.
At the wave of a hand
These can, and do,
Send young men to death,
But not before others too have from their bayonets and guns.
Such armies are invariably called 'peace forces'.
The hypocrisy is as as it is obvious.
The wealthy, educated, privileged and
Make the lives of less fortunate a complete misery.
Million upon of people are dying from malnutrition
Because, to their economies, governments destroy food rather than giving it to the needy.
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"Let them eat cake" said Marie
As she wiped the calf's from her lips.
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"Proud to be British" Margaret Thatcher
As she wiped the Falkland's blood her hands.
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The ruling elite have no concept of it is to suffer want,
Yet it is they who are responsible.
In a world where are people who can't afford a crust of bread,
These arrogant drive around in Bentleys and Rolls Royces.
Perhaps it amuses them to rub into the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time such overt displays of wealth
Will not be tolerated by the in the street.
In a sane society wealth and would not be an asset.
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A few ago a politician was on the radio
Saying that no one in the UK from want.
day I saw an old man pleading for a handful of coal;
His wife was of cold and he was penniless.
Maybe in the morning, as the politician breakfast tea,
She lay and dead before the empty grate.
Every year thousand of die of hypothermia,
Too hungry, too cold, too to stay alive.
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At of national crisis it's always the poor who suffer.
"Back Britain" told
As the get richer and the poor get poorer.
At times of international crisis the same story.
"Back Britain" we're
As the rich get richer and the get killed.
In the of a nuclear crisis,
The rich will to private bunkers with their wealth and possessions.
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The injustice of is sanctioned by the church.
With its of finance from the gentry
The church has been obliged
To that its flock remains servile.
"Repent ye or be devoured in the flames of hell."
Those very flames that devoured their enemies in countless religious wars.
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So often the church has marched in hand with the military
Casting its blessings upon the bodies of the battlefield.
stab of bayonet is God's word.
Each crash of steel is word.
torn limb and splash of blood is God's word.
For he so the world he gave our only begotten sons.
Each grave and sodding death is God's word.
For he so loved the world he gave our begotten sons.
For he so loved the world he our only begotten sons.
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In Christian societies executions are attended by of the church.
Goggle-eyed before the gallows, the chair and the gas-chamber
They administer Christ's blessing.
In America poison is into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, up by the state.
glorious advance for civilisation.
One small for man.
One step for mankind.
For he so the world.
He gave us his only son
And we are expected so to do.
For he so the world.
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Violent, hypocrisy.
How is supposed to deal with these contradictions,
Confusions and They defy reason.
Oh yes, you can laugh at the absurdity,
the obscenity, but the hysteria soon wears thin
And the wear a colder complexion.
can offer diversion,
But it dilutes real
And gets confronted.
We are by dangerous mad-people,
What's about that for fucks sake?
The world is threatened with annihilation,
Is really something to be trivialased?
The is under constant threat.
Against background of fear
We struggle to our own authority.
being bludgeoned into conformity
We struggle to our inner selves.
Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm at in the streets,
But I don't to be one of them.
I to be an outsider,
At the same time I'd like to in out of the cold.
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Urgency personal fears.
Against the scenario of destruction
We demand a sanity that might the world.
alone excludes us from the mainstream of thought.
History no solutions,
Quotes from Mao or Stalin, or Marx
Simply the oppression.
I'm of political experts,
of 'if onlys'.
They have always the same people,
visionless robots
Who would have us all their death.
History is simply a for oppression,
Written by those who it.
It is being changed and rewritten
To to the requirements of the ruling elite.
A of convenience that blasts across the blistered bodies of the dead.
We receive at best filtered truths.
of what we see and hear is lies.
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The Falklands War was as it happened.
It was not a victory for the British spirit,
Nor an heroic of a fascist dictator.
It was a and savage piece of electioneering
Designed to cover up domestic problems.
At a time when a peaceful was a possibility,
Thatcher personally ordered the sinking of the Belgrado
Killing over hundred men
And mutilating many more.
She did this because her political neck required
To prove her wisdom in the Task Force.
The history books will not document her as a murderer.
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I'm of the dull rationalisation of the politicians.
Weighed down their sums and inadequacies
I feel only anger and bellied for them.
How can anyone so distorted?
How can anyone be so far from real human
I only disgust for their twisted minds.
How can peace be achieved threats of violence?
kind of hope is there in that strait-jacket?
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The of those who oppress us
Is supported, and defended
By who are themselves the most oppressed;
Those who, they have no alternative, are in service to the rulers.
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How can I anger towards the squaddy?
Weighed with his guns and inadequacies
I can feel only pity and compassion.
How can be so distorted?
How can anyone be so far from real human
I can feel pity for his twisted mind.
How can freedom be achieved if the fight to uphold
The privileges of those who directly them?
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We look through one eye hoping the other see,
way we only need deal with a half of it.
Like ostriches, oblivious,
Not because we are, but we choose to be.
Most people see the lies
But are too afraid to it.
It's so easier to be the passive observer.
How much longer can people afford to just sit by like
All the are there.
unemployment,
Recession, depression.
But who's Who cares?
Tamely the population is led down the road to total bondage.
Government is strengthening its powers.
who stand against it are ridiculed,
Discredited or and punished.
Those in are totally cynical.
Rather than the seriousness of the problem
They simply the army and police to combat it
They are ready for the response.
It happened in Brixton, Toxteth and Side.
It daily in Northern Ireland.
Under Thatcher's regime there has been massive in police brutality.
In London police down a man
Only to find it was the person.
We regret to inform you. to inform you.
Regret to you. We regret to inform you
That today another was shot in the back of the head.
We to inform you. Regret to inform you,
That another Christ, not yet ten years old, was today,
By agents of Her Majesty's Government, a plastic bullet.
They say that plastic were designed not to kill,
do.
I say human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me;
We do.
We regret to you.
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1984 is a book about the danger of totalitarianism,
Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the cold mechanism of the pin arcade
We're flicked around as numbers by the computers.
in the hardware. Documented and filed.
We have no access to the information they have stored on us.
Ticker-tape alter egos, portraits.
We are another.
As within that mechanical system we are arbitrary,
only for what can be taken from us.
Our is of no concern to the mega-corporations
Who determine the nature of our well-being.
Thatcher's require massive unemployment
makes her order to 'support our boys' nothing but a fucking insult.
When they were eight thousand miles away dying for her
She fabricated what was a mockery of compassion.
When they're at home, on the streets,
She doesn't a fuck for them.
Self and self enterprise are her big lines,
But how much of that does she offer to others
In her contemptible use of
She was prepared to world peace
that it was for the self determination of the Falklanders,
Those very same who over a year ago
She was to abandon without a thought.
And now, for all her talk,
They are forced to live in a fortress for further hostilities.
Thatcher has recently sanctioned a loan of one hundred million to Argentina
Claiming it was to stabilise world economy.
The purchase of Exocets and the development of nuclear potential
Should do for world economy, but very little for world security.
Just what the fuck was all that bloodshed
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Thatcher has signed away self-determination in one single stroke.
She has agreed to install cruise missiles on British soil
Over which the Americans total control.
The military presence is designed solely
To limit nuclear war with Russia to the Theatre'.
Meanwhile we are the wicked lie of protection and deterrence.
American war have repeatedly stated that they intend
To fight the Third World War on soil;
Cruise missiles greatly the danger of that happening.
Designed to radar detection by skimming the earth's surface,
Cruise missiles are seen as the ideal 'first weapon',
also guarantee a massive response that would make Britain into a nuclear desert.
Military naivety is astounding. The experts seriously
That will be able to limit war to the 'theatre'.
In this particular show the will be the stage,
be no encore.
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Thatcher and her cronies talk of 'limited tactical
And action' causing 'collateral damage'.
These terms are borrowed from American counterparts
And are designed to mask the ugly that they describe.
In everyday language 'collateral damage' simply civilian deaths.
In the event of nuclear on Britain that would amount to thirty-eight million people.
Is it any wonder that these crazy
Invent to assist them in their studied madness?
Every year hundreds of innocent still die horrific deaths
As a result of the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
It is probably that an all out war
Would all life on planet Earth.
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We are not fantasy,
Nor doom.
We are of an existing reality;
The one that we allow to around us.
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Defence Secretary Heseltine disputes the of information that we offer
that it has 'no basis in fact'.
There are no words to describe the contempt
That we for people of his kind.
sit in their seats of power
Distorting and perverting all decency.
How can they dare be so
How can they be so hypocritical?
Who is this Heseltine with his lies?
Who is this Thatcher with her arrogant
hideous mutants cast their shadows
Across all is worthwhile and good.
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Cruise missile will be installed because has created some kind of deal with Reagan.
We will probably never know the of that arrangement.
It will almost certainly involve some kind of economic act,
The massive corporations turning political
On U.S. in Britain.
tanks in Afghanistan are nothing
Compared with the bargaining power of American in the UK.
Whatever the nature of deal is,
It has made Britain into front line,
The State, with no rights of citizenship.
To many people that not matter,
Fed birth on American propaganda and Hollywood trash,
The resistance are low.
As long as we accept American domination
We can except no advance.
We are being down the line.
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To many people the and warheads might not matter.
To many people nuclear is too huge to contemplate,
Yet for all people the looms constantly in nightmares.
In the nuclear state we are expected to those nightmares.
Is this really all that we can for as life?
Is this really all we can hope for as death?
Maybe our don't matter that much,
But why impose our madness on generations?
Or is it perhaps that you no believe that there will be future generations?
In your passive of it
You have allowed the holocaust to happen.
The is ended.
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We are not fantasy,
Nor doom.
We are talking of an reality,
The one we allow to exist around us.
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The nuclear produces in the last three decades
Will pollute the Earth for of years.
A nuclear war destroy it.
Is that why the trees blossom?
You are and corrupting.
In condemning them to the nuclear
Are you to accept the burning of tomorrow's unborn?
They know nothing of sorrow.
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Suffer children to come unto me.
Suffer little children to unto me.
Suffer little to come unto me.
Suffer little to come unto me.
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In your refusal to act against these hideous
You are guilty of the gutless passive observer.
Are you so that you will let this happen?
Just a helpless bystander your flag in mute acceptance?
Take up eyes and see.
Take up your and hear.
Take up mind and think.
up your life and act.
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It is up to us all as responsible of Earth
To work towards the of the powerful elite.
Their has created dreadful suffering.
Their insanity all reason and compassion,
lie, trick and manipulate.
They are the maggots in the of decency,
The vultures that pick at the of hope,
The of famine, war, pestilence, and death.
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They be stopped.
Why should people die for their
Why should people starve for insanity?
Why should suffer the spitefulness of their greed?
We must not be intimidated by the authority that they to have.
We must be prepared to oppose them on level,
To fight back in the that if we don't
We will have in our responsibility to life itself.
It has happened
That the have risen against the oppressor
to be beaten back.
But have been cases where they have succeeded.
is a just cause,
It is up to one of us, alone, to do our best.
We must learn to our fears.
We must realise that the strength they have
Is the strength that we them.
It is you, the observer who has given them this power.
You are used and abused
And will be discarded as soon as they've bled what they want from you. You must to live with your own conscience,
own morality,
own decision,
own self.
You can do it.
There is no but yourself.
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One squaddy, horrifically in the Falklands War,
Was approached by Prince Charles a presentation.
"Get soon" said the Prince, to witch the squaddy replied,
"Yes Sir, I will".