Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Sir, I Will

The door 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 that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality.
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like in black.
It get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're on your own at night.
got to make such a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't the silence
Even when it's there. the wind seen from the window,
it but not being touched by it.

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

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

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We didn't expect to ourselves playing this part,
We concerned 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 to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs.
What is it that we then?
Our love of life is total, everything we do is an of that,
that we write is a love song.

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

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

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

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

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the compromises,
Brave fronts, deceitful disguises. did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you
Turning a eye to the lies just to keep it all together,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder 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 What did you care?
What did you What did you care?
the vision, but losing our sight, endlessly searching solution,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder how much it's institution.
What did you What did you care?
What did you know? What did you
What did you know? did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
Anarchy's become another word for 'got 10p to spare?' did you know? What did you care?
Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. What did you What did you care?
Another token to cover up the fear. What did you know? What did you care?
Another institution, another cross to bear. What did you know? did you care?
etc. etc.

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and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. contained by itself.
There's no in just mouthing the words.
The token tantrums just enough,
Nor is and weed and the Positive Creed.
Exclusive where the various tribes congratulate each other for doing fuck all
Will achieve but the strengthening of the status quo.
Punk has another rock and roll elite,
Cheap Rotten Vicious imitations they'll change their world
dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers.
There's a thousand empty waiting for their empty performances,
A thousand empty waiting for their empty stances.
How many times must we hear rehashed versions of Feeding of the
By whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Shuffle.
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If there was no government, there be chaos
running round, setting petrol bombs off?
And if there was no police force, tell me what do
If thousand rioters came running after you?
And who clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television?
Wouldn't people lay without some supervision?
Who'd the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And what if I told you to Fxxk
What if no army to stop a big invasion?
clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration.
Who'd pull the at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags?
Who'd empty out my dustbins? I still get plastic bags?
If there were no hospitals, and no too,
If I'd broken both my legs, would I run to?
If there's no medication, if there no nurses,
Wouldn't people die a lot? And who would the hearses?
And if I told you to Fxxk Off?
If there were no butchers shops, what people eat?
You'd have everybody if they didn't get their meat.
If there was no water, what people drink?
Who'd flush away the you-know-what? But of course MINE stink.
about the children? Who'd teach them in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the
Who's tell us whitewash When to take down doors?
Tell us make a flask of tea and the holocaust?
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The rock and roll swindler says O.K. to plunder,
So the pirates set sail to rape any ethnic culture they can a mike to.
The imperialists rub their hands in
As the slave-boy out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any there was such sickening celebration over the Task Force
When so called radicals work in hand with the ruling elite?
Yesterday wily creeps rejected the status quo,
Today they smarm and charm to its very heart.
Where's the individual in all that?
Where's the and aspiration?
Identities become corporations,
egos and media moulds,
Scholars of dreams. Prescribed futures;
Must we all down aspirins and shine beneath tans?
Are we so dumb, so cowered into submission
That not are we prepared to eat shit
We're prepared to say thanks for the privilege?
Why we accept servility as a bargain for dignity?
Why should we passively accept death as a for living?
Why accept this robbery of life? Why this pillage?
For Christ's take up your bed and walk.
Let the see end the deaf hear.
The of the individual are dependent upon
You realising your as an individual.
People are so deluded into thinking they've instrumented choice
Where in reality nothing but passive observers.
Passive do nothing but passively observe,
Passively up creativity and say "Wow, that's me!",
Passively up destruction and say "Oh no, not us, not me".
There are who strive for value and meaning;
Who for reason and purpose;
Their 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 of vision and possibility?
What chance does have when all the spaces are filled?
Sipping breakfast teas to the sound of Invaders.
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is today's Nuremberg.
Bowing to its authority, become it.
I've seen four year old conforming to media roles.
Main-lining the gross theatre that will their lives.
The has so dampened people's anger.
The is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where the politics of reality were created,
Are deserted at and the rulers sleep secure.
They are no threat as long as the people are sedated.
Those who suffer head-aches from intake of electrons are prescribed valium,
Or pay for a fix at the pub where men to piss up the wall
And the stench of lasts well into the next pint.
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Entertainment is designed to gloss real problems
And very those who profess dissent only add to the deception.
Words are banded about, but at the whim of the puppeteer.
sloganeering is just another Punch and Judy show.
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Any information we receive concerning the real world is carefully controlled,
Why else would fiction have licence?
We are allowed to see theatrical deaths,
But when the real deaths on the Falklands
Government prevented us from seeing them.
We were given the excuse of Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how died
As long as their popularity ratings suffer,
For that alone we were shielded from the truth.
the real violence is kept from us
We are exposed to constant of death and destruction.
Those in power are rightly aware that if we had access to the real
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 press cards to anyone who they knew would not their line.
Those who did travel to the Falklands found their reports cut down.
Meanwhile, at home, we were fed fabrications of 'glorious war'.
The truth that is now out paints a very different picture.
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It's been said that truth is the first casualty of war,
It is, but the could be said of life.
birth we are threatened and beaten into submission
By family, church, and state.
From then on we're game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
Or, our true nature finds its way to the surface
We in the darkness, our tails between our legs.
At all costs we are prevented from our own potential.
We are conditioned being passive observers.
If the ring-master war,
We have been to passively accept it.
War can only exist through acceptance.
It is but a demonstration of the weakness of human will.
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If the clown peace
We will have conditioned to accept that too,
But can not and will not be maintained through passive acceptance.
Peace will require constant demonstrations of strength,
Constant effort, hard work,
Reappraisal, and devotion.
Which of qualities were you taught in schoolroom?
Whereas war simply the masses as cannon-fodder,
requires individuals to realise their own potential,
The odds are hopelessly against because the State deliberately destroys will.
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observers offer nothing but decay.
The flowerbeds need weeding, the roses cutting back before winter.
Freed from sedation, from bondage,
People would demonstrate own strength,
But the powerful are aware of this
And already have on those who they regard as subversives.
It is easy for them to out and intimidated us
And still for us simply not to bother.
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It is impossible to the effect that demands for peace may be having,
The authorities are at concealing dissatisfaction.
For so long have been saying "No more war",
But for all demands little has changed.
that the Peace Movement was growing in strength,
Thatcher Heseltine as Minister of Defence.
One specific of his job is to discredit CND,
Such is the 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 have always been created by the gentle and caring,
To be filled by bullies and egotists.
We can try to fill those with 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 in India are still appaling for the ordinary people.
Limiting Greenham Peace to women only is a sensible political ploy,
But if it is a of sexual exclusivity it is a sham.
Aren't we seeking to destroy all of exclusivity?
our own oppression give us the right to oppress others?
Unless we are prepared to all oppression,
We stand guilty of contribution to it.
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The plunder our land
And we must resist on every level.
As outsiders we have few right which to oppose them,
But on our own, together, we them.
They have their law and those who it.
We only have and each other.
They have their order and those who it.
We only have and each other.
It is easy to dismiss those who peace as dreamers,
But isn't our whole culture built on past
It is essential that our become a reality
Or there cease to be one.
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boast that it can supply any whim that its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving Third child
And I'll them the politics of choice.
doesn't enter into the ghettos of wealth.
Beneath the protective sheath of economy
The right, and privileged get even richer
And they, in turn, support her barbaric both at home and overseas.
The Falklands war cost over sixteen thousand million 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 the effects of their filthy labour?
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The wealthy obscene with their obscene
Applaud the from their grandstand.
It's as if they were at Ascot laying bets;
to one on the Four Horsemen.
They believe that can buy them out of the responsibility
That have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true
The stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit by
Watching their rise and fall
In the neatly pin-striped trousers of the City.
Debutante whores in men's castles.
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The ruling elite with their figurehead
Queen the Second, Regina Virgina,
Strut about on the of bodies
That they have to gain their position.
Who are these leaders but who have made violence pay?
Who are they but the inheritors of their greed and theft?
Their stained flags are rags to our future,
Tattered of our individual rights.
These are common murderers and thieves,
But we bow before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically by God, Queen and Country?
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For fucks sake are we in all this?
We're life yet we court death.
For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how
Still we lay prostrate a stylised figure on a crucifix.
As if the stone might be resurrected.
We are expected to our lives for his
And join him in the ugliness of Christian guilt.
He there as a remainder of our own subjugation.
Let it be known that he is Christ,
Those who emulate him shall suffer thus.
Each settlement is spiked with stupid image,
Each conscience nailed to that of corruption.
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acts are bathed in those gory tales.
Tired Marines, edgy to and sleep, are blessed in his name.
virgins in desire kneel in worship before the myth.
In anticipation of their own death, they his coming.
Sweet Jesus mercy on me.
Sweet Jesus, they his agony.
Sweet Jesus, share his misery.
Fuck his deity.
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Over the world's population is starving,
by the greed 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 on the machinery of war.
If only a half of that was spent on the of peace,
There would be no more starvation on planet.
Yet governments pay no heed to the of suffering,
perhaps make token gestures to appease their consciences,
But no improvements are made
Because to control the superpowers need to maintain the imbalance.
are slaughtered in their homelands
By seeking out new possessions.
Most of the of the so called developed nations
Has been gained at the expense of the Third
From natural resources, both mineral and human,
Have unscrupulously exploited.
pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And flame-throwers.
The poor and are raped and tormented
By leaders who use power 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 fallen their bayonets and guns.
Such are invariably called 'peace keeping forces'.
The hypocrisy is as as it is obvious.
The wealthy, educated, privileged and
Make the lives of those fortunate a complete misery.
Million upon millions of people are dying malnutrition
Because, to stabilise their economies, governments destroy food rather giving it to the needy.
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"Let eat cake" said Marie Antoinette
As she wiped the calf's from her lips.
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"Proud to be British" said Thatcher
As she wiped the blood from her hands.
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The ruling elite have no of what it is to suffer want,
Yet it is they who are responsible.
In a world where there are people who can't a crust of bread,
These arrogant drive around in Bentleys and Rolls Royces.
Perhaps it amuses them to rub shit the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a when such overt displays of wealth
not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a society wealth and possession would not be an asset.
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A few years ago a politician was on the
Saying that no one in the UK from want.
Next day I saw an old man for a handful of coal;
His wife was of cold and he was penniless.
in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea,
She lay cold and dead the empty grate.
year thousand of people die of hypothermia,
Too hungry, too cold, too poor to alive.
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At times of national it's always the poor who suffer.
"Back Britain" told
As the get richer and the poor get poorer.
At times of international crisis it's the story.
"Back Britain" we're
As the get richer and the poor get killed.
In the event of a crisis,
The rich retreat to private bunkers with their wealth and possessions.
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The injustice of is sanctioned by the church.
With its tradition of finance the gentry
The church has always been
To ensure that its flock servile.
"Repent ye sinners or be devoured in the of hell."
Those very same flames that devoured their enemies in countless wars.
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So often the church has marched hand in with the military
Casting its blessings the writhing bodies of the battlefield.
Each stab of bayonet is word.
Each crash of is God's word.
Each torn 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 he gave our only begotten sons.
For he so the world he gave our only begotten sons.
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In societies executions are attended by representatives of the church.
Goggle-eyed before the gallows, the chair and the gas-chamber
They administer their blessing.
In America is injected into the blood-stream.
Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another 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 anyone supposed to deal with contradictions,
Confusions and They defy reason.
Oh yes, you can inwardly at the absurdity,
Satirise the obscenity, but the hysteria soon wears
And the wear a colder complexion.
Humour can diversion,
But it real anger
And nothing confronted.
We are ruled by mad-people,
What's about that for fucks sake?
The world is threatened with annihilation,
Is that really something to be
The is under constant threat.
Against background of fear
We to create our own authority.
While being into conformity
We struggle to find our 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 overrules fears.
Against the of total destruction
We a sanity that might save the world.
That excludes us from the mainstream of thought.
History no solutions,
Quotes Mao or Stalin, Hitler or Marx
confirms the oppression.
I'm of political experts,
of 'if onlys'.
They have always been the people,
Grey robots
Who would have us all share death.
is simply a justification for oppression,
Written by those who it.
It is constantly changed and rewritten
To conform to the of the ruling elite.
A tempest of convenience blasts across the blistered bodies of the dead.
We receive at only filtered truths.
Most of we see and hear is lies.
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The War was rewritten as it happened.
It was not a glorious victory for the spirit,
Nor an defeat 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 ordered the sinking of the General Belgrado
over three hundred men
And horribly many more.
She did this her political neck required bloodshed
To prove her wisdom in releasing the Force.
The books will not document her as a cold-blooded murderer.
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I'm of the dull rationalisation of the politicians.
Weighed down with their and inadequacies
I feel anger and bellied hatred for them.
How can anyone become so
How can anyone be so far from human values?
I feel disgust for their twisted minds.
How can peace be achieved threats of violence?
What of hope is there in that strait-jacket?
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The of those who oppress us
Is supported, and defended
By those who are the most oppressed;
who, because they have no alternative, are in service to the rulers.
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How can I feel anger towards the
Weighed with his guns and inadequacies
I can feel only and bellied compassion.
How can be so distorted?
How can anyone be so far from human values?
I can only feel 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 won't see,
That way we only deal with a half of it.
bloody ostriches, oblivious,
Not because we are, but we choose to be.
Most see through the lies
But are too afraid to it.
It's so much easier to be the 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 daily its powers.
Those who against it are ridiculed,
Discredited or and punished.
Those in are totally cynical.
Rather analysing the seriousness of the problem
simply strengthen 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 has been massive increases in police brutality.
In London police shot a man
Only to it was the wrong person.
We regret to inform you. Regret to you.
Regret to you. We regret to inform you
That today another Christ was 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 plastic bullets were designed not to kill,
do.
I say that human were not designed to kill, not us, not me;
We do.
We regret to you.
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1984 is a about the positive danger of totalitarianism,
Under Thatcher's guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're around as numbers by the hidden computers.
in the hardware. Documented and filed.
We have no access to the information that have stored on us.
Ticker-tape alter egos, portraits.
We are another.
As individuals that mechanical system we are arbitrary,
Wanted only for can be taken from us.
Our future is of no concern to the
Who determine the of our economic well-being.
Thatcher's require massive unemployment
Which makes her order to 'support our nothing but a fucking insult.
they were eight thousand miles away dying for her arrogance
She fabricated was a complete 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 just how much of that does she offer to
In her use of people?
She was prepared to world peace
Saying that it was for the self of the Falklanders,
Those very same people who over a ago
She was prepared to without a thought.
And now, for all her talk,
They are forced to live in a fortress for further hostilities.
Thatcher has recently a loan of one hundred million pounds to Argentina
Claiming that it was to world economy.
The of further Exocets and the development of nuclear potential
Should do much for economy, but very little for world security.
Just what the fuck was all that bloodshed
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Thatcher has signed away British self-determination in one stroke.
She has agreed to install deadly missiles on British soil
Over which the Americans have control.
The American military presence is solely
To limit nuclear war with Russia to the Theatre'.
we are sold the wicked lie of protection and deterrence.
American war planners repeatedly stated that they intend
To fight the Third World War on European
missiles greatly increase the danger of that happening.
Designed to avoid radar detection by skimming the surface,
Cruise missiles are seen as the ideal strike weapon',
They also a massive response that would make Britain into a nuclear desert.
Military naivety is astounding. The seriously believe
That they be able to limit war to the 'theatre'.
In this particular the world will be the stage,
be no encore.
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Thatcher and her cronies talk of 'limited response'
And 'executive action' causing damage'.
These terms are borrowed from their counterparts
And are designed to the ugly reality that they describe.
In everyday language 'collateral simply means civilian deaths.
In the event of nuclear attack on Britain that amount to thirty-eight million people.
Is it any wonder that these crazy
Invent jargon to assist them in studied madness?
Every year hundreds of innocent people die horrific deaths
As a of the bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
It is that an all out nuclear 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 to exist around us.
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Secretary Heseltine disputes the kind of information that we offer
Claiming that it has 'no in fact'.
are no words to describe the utter contempt
That we feel for of his kind.
They sit in their seats of
Distorting and perverting all decency.
How can they be so blatant?
How can they dare be so
Who is this Heseltine his corrupt lies?
Who is Thatcher with her arrogant deceit?
hideous mutants cast their shadows
Across all is worthwhile and good.
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Cruise missile will be because Thatcher has created some kind of deal with Reagan.
We probably never know the details of that arrangement.
It will almost certainly some kind of economic juggling act,
The corporations turning political thumbscrews
On U.S. in Britain.
Russian tanks in Afghanistan are
with the bargaining power of American capital in the UK.
Whatever the nature of deal is,
It has Britain into America's front line,
The fifty-third State, no rights of citizenship.
To many people might not matter,
Fed from birth on American and Hollywood trash,
The resistance are low.
As long as we passively accept domination
We can no real advance.
We are being down the line.
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To people the missiles and warheads might not matter.
To many people reality is too huge to contemplate,
Yet for all the reality looms constantly in nightmares.
In the state we are expected to accept those nightmares.
Is really all that we can hope for as life?
Is this really all that we can for as death?
Maybe our lives don't matter much,
But why impose our madness on future
Or is it perhaps that you no longer believe that there will be future
In your acceptance 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 hardware in the last three decades
pollute the Earth for thousands of years.
A war will destroy it.
Is that why the cherry blossom?
You are and corrupting.
In condemning them to the nightmare
Are you to accept the burning of tomorrow's unborn?
know nothing of this sorrow.
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Suffer little children to unto me.
Suffer children to come unto me.
Suffer little children to unto me.
Suffer little children to unto me.
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In your refusal to act against these dangers
You are guilty of the gutless passive observer.
Are you so inhuman that you will let happen?
Just a helpless bystander your flag in mute acceptance?
up your eyes and see.
Take up ears and hear.
Take up your and think.
up your life and act.
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It is up to us all as citizens of Earth
To work towards the of the powerful elite.
rule has created dreadful suffering.
Their insanity precludes all 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 die for their insanity?
Why should people starve for their
Why people suffer the spitefulness of their greed?
We must not be intimidated by the authority they appear to have.
We must be to oppose them on every level,
To back in the knowledge that if we don't
We will have failed in our to life itself.
It has happened
That the have risen against the oppressor
Only to be back.
But there have been cases where have succeeded.
Ours is a 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 that have
Is the strength we give them.
It is you, the passive observer who has them this power.
You are being and abused
And be discarded as soon as they've bled what they want from you. You must learn to live with your own conscience,
own morality,
own decision,
own self.
You can do it.
is no authority but yourself.
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One squaddy, burnt in the Falklands War,
Was approached by Charles during a presentation.
"Get well soon" the Prince, to witch the squaddy replied,
"Yes Sir, I will".