Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Sir, I Will

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

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

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

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

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In attempts to moderate 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 enormous power of the media it so difficult
To foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extreme
That everything poisoned and corrupted.
We can become personalities, but it is always on their terms.
We're tired of living up to people's expectations when our own are so much higher.
Intelligence seems so easily when it doesn't conform to mainstream values.
Lennon said "They hate you if you're clever and they a fool",
He was right. intelligence merely requires agreement and compromise.

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The boundaries are becoming narrower as the State becomes paranoid.
Under authoritarian rule, becomes the only security.
Fear is a powerful weapon human development.
Cowering in our temples of there's little chance of change;
The State is aware of that. The serves many functions.
If fear of the 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 so closely together
Because we have little other ourselves.
Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're naive anarchists.
They hope to us with their labels and definitions.
Throughout societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes,
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, by those very same people.
Why is it the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule?
How is it that the small and mealy-minded have gained so power?
What perversion has taken place that we are governed by

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

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

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Anything and everything can be so institutionalised,
A parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
no point in just mouthing the words.
The tantrums just aren't enough,
Nor is and weed and the Positive Creed.
Exclusive clubs where the various tribes each other for doing fuck all
Will nothing but the strengthening of the status quo.
Punk has spawned another rock and elite,
Cheap Rotten imitations thinking they'll change their world
With dyed hair and predictable gestures. wankers.
There's a thousand empty stages waiting for empty performances,
A thousand faces waiting for their empty stances.
How many times must we hear rehashed versions of Feeding of the
By jerks only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If there was no government, there be chaos
Everybody round, setting petrol bombs off?
And if there was no police force, tell me you'd do
If thirty thousand rioters came after you?
And who clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television?
Wouldn't people lay about without supervision?
Who'd the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If there no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And what if I told you to Off?
if there's no army to stop a big invasion?
Who'd 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?
empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
If there no hospitals, and no doctors too,
If I'd broken both my legs, where I run to?
If there's no medication, if there no nurses,
Wouldn't people die a lot? And who would drive the
And if I told you to Fxxk Off?
If there were no butchers shops, what would eat?
have everybody starving if they didn't get their meat.
If there was no water, what would drink?
Who'd flush away the you-know-what? But of MINE never stink.
What about the Who'd teach them in the schools?
Who'd the beggers keep in line? 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 says it's O.K. to plunder,
So the pirates set sail to any ethnic culture they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub their hands in
As the hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any there was such sickening celebration over the Task Force
When so called radicals work hand in hand with the elite?
Yesterday those creeps rejected the status quo,
Today smarm and charm passageways to its very heart.
Where's the free individual in all
Where's the and aspiration?
Identities become corporations,
Social and media moulds,
Scholars of dreams. Prescribed futures;
we all down aspirins and shine beneath borrowed tans?
Are we really so dumb, so cowered into
That not only are we to eat shit
We're prepared to say thanks for the privilege?
Why should we accept servility as a for dignity?
Why should we passively accept death as a bargain for
Why accept this robbery of life? Why accept this
For Christ's sake up your bed and walk.
Let the blind see end the hear.
The rights of the individual are dependent
You realising right as an individual.
People are so easily deluded into thinking instrumented choice
in reality they're 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 search for reason and
Their efforts are 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 vision and
What chance does anyone have when all the are filled?
breakfast teas to the sound of Space Invaders.
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Television is Nuremberg.
Bowing to its authority, they it.
I've seen year old children conforming to media roles.
Main-lining the gross theatre that will become lives.
The television has so dampened anger.
The is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where the politics of were once 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 excessive of electrons are prescribed valium,
Or pay for a fix at the pub where men have to up the wall
And the stench of lasts well into the next pint.
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is designed to gloss over real problems
And very often those who dissent only add to the deception.
Words are banded about, but always at the of the puppeteer.
Actionless sloganeering is just another and Judy show.
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Any information that we receive concerning the world is carefully controlled,
Why else fiction have such licence?
We are allowed to see theatrical deaths,
But when the real started on the Falklands
Government censors prevented us seeing them.
We given the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a to them how many died
As long as their popularity didn't suffer,
For that reason alone we were shielded the truth.
While the real violence is from us
We are exposed to pantomimes of death and destruction.
Those in power are aware that if we had access to the real facts
We would cease to be simply observers.
coverage of Viet Nam created massive dissent in the U.S.A.
Thatcher's government was aware of that when, embarking on the charade,
They refused press cards to anyone who they knew not support their line.
Those who did travel to the Falklands found their dramatically cut down.
Meanwhile, at home, we were fed of Britain's 'glorious war'.
The truth that is now filtering out paints a different picture.
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It's often been that truth is the first casualty of war,
It is, but the same could be of life.
birth we are threatened and beaten into submission
By family, church, and state.
From then on we're easy for the powermongers.
Like pathetic dogs we hunt out praise
Or, when our true finds its way to the surface
We in the darkness, our tails between our legs.
At all we are prevented from realising our own potential.
We are conditioned into being observers.
If the ring-master war,
We have been conditioned to accept it.
War can exist through passive acceptance.
It is nothing but a of the weakness of human will.
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If the clown offered
We will have conditioned to accept that too,
But peace can not and will not be through passive acceptance.
Peace require constant demonstrations of personal strength,
effort, constant hard work,
Reappraisal, and devotion.
Which of qualities were you taught in schoolroom?
war simply requires the masses as cannon-fodder,
Peace requires 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.
from sedation, released from bondage,
People would demonstrate own strength,
But the powerful elite are aware of
And already have on those who they regard as subversives.
It is easy for them to single out and us
And easier still for us 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 people have been "No more war",
But for all demands little has changed.
Seeing that the Peace Movement was in strength,
Thatcher appointed Heseltine as of Defence.
One specific part of his job is to CND,
Such is the of Conservative democraty.
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As pacifist we are too forced back into tokenism,
Making hollow gestures the wheels of the juggernaut.
The is delicate.
The spaces have always been created by the and caring,
To be later by bullies and egotists.
We can try to fill those with the strength of our love.
Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the of Whimsy',
But it doesn't end there, is it enough.
Gandhi played a major role in liberating 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?
Does our own give us the right to oppress others?
Unless we are to oppose all oppression,
We stand of direct contribution to it.
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The neo-fascist plunder our
And we resist them on every level.
As outsiders we have few right with which to them,
But on our own, together, we them.
They have their law and who impose it.
We only ourselves and each other.
They have order and those who impose it.
We only ourselves and each other.
It is easy to those who seek peace as dreamers,
But isn't our whole culture on past dreams?
It is essential that our dreams become a
Or will cease to be one.
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Harrods boast that it can supply any whim that its clients might express,
let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving Third World child
And I'll tell the politics of choice.
Equality doesn't enter into the of wealth.
Beneath the protective sheath of 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 million pounds - in pocket?
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Throughout the world millions of are employed making armaments,
Don't they realise that it's ordinary people like themselves who'll suffer the of their filthy labour?
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The wealthy obscene with obscene wealth
Applaud the carnage from grandstand.
It's as if they were at Ascot laying their
Five to one on the Horsemen.
They believe that can buy them out of the responsibility
That they have for the world that bleed dry.
They are the pornographers
The real stylists in perversion.
educated tarts sit dumbly by
Watching their fortunes and fall
In the pressed pin-striped trousers of the City.
Debutante in rich men's castles.
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The ruling elite with their puppet
Queen the Second, Regina Virgina,
Strut about on the of bodies
That they sacrificed to gain their position.
Who are these but those who have made violence pay?
Who are they but the inheritors of their ancestors greed and
Their stained flags are rags to our future,
Tattered of our individual rights.
These rulers are murderers and thieves,
But still we bow them.
For how long will the be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
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For fucks sake where are we in all
We're life yet we court death.
For sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long?
Still we lay before a stylised figure on a crucifix.
As if the stone fool 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 he alone is Christ,
Those who dare emulate him suffer thus.
Each settlement is spiked with that image,
conscience nailed to that diet of corruption.
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Military acts are bathed in gory tales.
Tired Marines, edgy to fuck and sleep, are in his name.
Pious virgins in kneel in worship before the myth.
In anticipation of own death, they await his coming.
Sweet have mercy on me.
Sweet Jesus, share his agony.
Sweet Jesus, they his misery.
his loaded deity.
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Over half the population is starving,
by the greed of landowners,
Helpless the imbalance of priorities
Practiced by the major powers who, if they to, could help.
Every minute of the day upon million of pounds
Are spent on the of war.
If a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace,
There would be no more on this planet.
Yet governments pay no heed to the of suffering,
They perhaps make token gestures to their consciences,
But no improvements are made
Because to ensure the superpowers need to maintain the imbalance.
Natives are slaughtered in their
By governments out new possessions.
Most of the wealth of the so developed nations
Has been gained at the expense of the Third
From whom natural resources, both 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 gloved
people can, and do,
Send young men to death,
But not before others too have from their bayonets and guns.
Such armies are 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 are dying from malnutrition
Because, to stabilise their economies, 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" said Margaret
As she wiped the Falkland's blood her hands.
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The ruling elite no concept of what it is to suffer want,
Yet it is who are directly responsible.
In a world where are people who can't afford a crust of bread,
arrogant scabs drive around in Bentleys and Rolls Royces.
Perhaps it amuses them to rub shit into the of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such overt 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.
Next day I saw an old man pleading for a of coal;
His was dying of cold and he was penniless.
Maybe in the morning, as the sipped breakfast tea,
She lay cold and dead the empty grate.
Every year thousand of die of hypothermia,
Too hungry, too cold, too poor to alive.
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At times of national crisis it's the poor who suffer.
"Back Britain" we're
As the rich get richer and the get poorer.
At times of international crisis the same story.
"Back Britain" we're
As the rich get and the poor get killed.
In the event of a 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 has always been obliged
To ensure that its remains servile.
"Repent ye sinners or be in the flames of hell."
Those same flames that devoured their enemies in countless religious wars.
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So often the church has marched hand in hand with the
its blessings upon the writhing bodies of the battlefield.
Each stab of is God's word.
Each of steel is God's word.
Each torn limb and splash of is God's word.
For he so loved the world he our only begotten sons.
Each sodden grave and sodding death is word.
For he so loved the world he our only begotten sons.
For he so the world he gave our only begotten sons.
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In Christian societies are attended by representatives of the church.
Goggle-eyed before the gallows, the electric chair and the
They their Christ's 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 begotten son
And likewise we are so to do.
For he so the world.
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Violent, hypocrisy.
How is anyone supposed to deal with contradictions,
Confusions and lies? defy reason.
Oh yes, you can inwardly at the absurdity,
Satirise the obscenity, but the hysteria soon thin
And the wear a colder complexion.
can offer diversion,
But it dilutes anger
And nothing confronted.
We are by dangerous mad-people,
What's funny about that for sake?
The world is daily threatened annihilation,
Is that really to be trivialased?
The world is constant threat.
Against background of fear
We struggle to our own authority.
While being bludgeoned conformity
We to find our inner selves.
Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm at in the streets,
But I want to be one of them.
I to be an outsider,
At the same I'd like to come in out of the cold.
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Urgency overrules fears.
Against the scenario of destruction
We demand a sanity that might the world.
That alone us from the mainstream of thought.
History no solutions,
Quotes from Mao or Stalin, Hitler or
confirms the oppression.
I'm tired of experts,
of 'if onlys'.
They have always been the people,
visionless robots
Who would have us all their death.
History is simply a for oppression,
Written by those who it.
It is being constantly changed and
To to the requirements of the ruling elite.
A tempest of that 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 Falklands War was as it happened.
It was not a glorious for the British spirit,
Nor an defeat of a fascist dictator.
It was a callous and piece of electioneering
Designed to cover up domestic problems.
At a time a peaceful settlement was a possibility,
Thatcher personally ordered the sinking of the Belgrado
Killing three hundred men
And mutilating many more.
She did this because her political required bloodshed
To her wisdom in releasing the Task Force.
The history books not document her as a cold-blooded murderer.
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I'm tired of the dull of the politicians.
Weighed down with sums and inadequacies
I feel anger and bellied hatred for them.
How can anyone become so
How can anyone be so far from real human
I feel only for their twisted minds.
How can peace be achieved through of violence?
What kind of is there in that strait-jacket?
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The authority of who oppress us
Is supported, and defended
By those who are themselves the most
Those who, because have no alternative, are in service to the rulers.
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How can I anger towards the squaddy?
Weighed down his guns and inadequacies
I can feel only and bellied compassion.
How can anyone be so
How can anyone be so far from real values?
I can only pity for his twisted mind.
How can freedom be achieved if the poor to uphold
The privileges of those who oppress them?
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We through one eye hoping the other won't see,
That way we need deal with a half of it.
bloody ostriches, oblivious,
Not because we are, but we choose to be.
Most people see through the
But are too afraid to it.
It's so much easier to be the observer.
How much longer can people to just sit by like this?
All the are there.
unemployment,
Recession, depression.
But who's Who cares?
Tamely the population is being led down the to total bondage.
Government is strengthening its powers.
Those who stand it are ridiculed,
or abused and punished.
Those in power are cynical.
Rather than the seriousness of the problem
They simply the army and police to combat it
are ready for the inevitable response.
It happened in Brixton, Toxteth and Side.
It daily in Northern Ireland.
Under Thatcher's regime there has massive increases in police brutality.
In London police down a man
Only to it was the wrong person.
We regret to inform you. to inform you.
Regret to inform you. We regret to you
That today another was shot in the back of the head.
We regret to you. Regret to inform you,
That another Christ, not yet ten years old, was today,
By of Her Majesty's Government, with a plastic bullet.
They say plastic bullets were designed not to kill,
do.
I say that 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 mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked as numbers by the hidden computers.
in the hardware. Documented and filed.
We have no access to the information that they have on us.
alter egos, print-out portraits.
We are another.
As within that mechanical system we are arbitrary,
Wanted only for what can be taken us.
Our is of no concern to the mega-corporations
Who the nature of our economic well-being.
Thatcher's policies massive unemployment
Which makes her order to 'support our boys' nothing but a insult.
When they were thousand miles away dying for her arrogance
She what was a complete mockery of compassion.
they're at home, jobless on the streets,
She doesn't a fuck for them.
determination and self enterprise are her big lines,
But just how much of that she offer to others
In her contemptible use of
She was prepared to risk world
Saying that it was for the self of the Falklanders,
very same people who over a year ago
She was prepared to without a thought.
And now, for all her talk,
They are forced to live in a waiting for further hostilities.
has recently sanctioned a loan of one hundred million pounds to Argentina
Claiming that it was to stabilise economy.
The purchase of further Exocets and the of nuclear potential
Should do much for world economy, but little for world security.
what the fuck was all that bloodshed for?
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Thatcher has signed away British in one single stroke.
She has agreed to install cruise missiles on British soil
Over the Americans have total control.
The American presence is designed solely
To limit nuclear war Russia to the 'European Theatre'.
Meanwhile we are sold the wicked lie of and deterrence.
American war planners repeatedly stated that they intend
To fight the World War on European soil;
Cruise missiles greatly increase the of that happening.
Designed to radar detection by skimming the earth's surface,
Cruise missiles are seen as the ideal strike weapon',
They also guarantee a massive response that would make Britain into a desert.
Military is astounding. The experts seriously believe
That they will be able to war to the 'theatre'.
In this particular the world will be the stage,
be no encore.
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Thatcher and her cronies of 'limited tactical response'
And 'executive action' 'collateral damage'.
terms are borrowed from their American counterparts
And are designed to mask the ugly reality that describe.
In everyday 'collateral damage' simply means civilian deaths.
In the event of nuclear attack on Britain that would to thirty-eight million people.
Is it any wonder that these crazy
Invent jargon to assist them in their madness?
Every hundreds of innocent people still die horrific deaths
As a of the bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
It is probably an all out nuclear war
Would destroy all life on Earth.
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We are not fantasy,
Nor doom.
We are talking of an reality;
The one that we allow to exist us.
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Defence Heseltine disputes the kind of information that we offer
that it has 'no basis in fact'.
There are no words to describe the utter
That we feel for of his kind.
They sit in their of power
and perverting all human decency.
How can they dare be so
How can dare be so hypocritical?
Who is this Heseltine his corrupt lies?
Who is this Thatcher her arrogant deceit?
These hideous mutants cast shadows
all that is worthwhile and good.
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Cruise missile will be installed because Thatcher has some kind of deal with Reagan.
We will probably never the details of that arrangement.
It will almost certainly involve kind of economic juggling act,
The massive corporations turning political
On U.S. in Britain.
Russian in Afghanistan are nothing
with the bargaining power of American capital in the UK.
Whatever the nature of deal is,
It has made Britain America's front line,
The State, with no rights of citizenship.
To many people that not matter,
Fed from birth on American propaganda and trash,
The levels are low.
As long as we passively accept American
We can no real advance.
We are sold down the line.
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To many people the and warheads might not matter.
To many people nuclear reality is too to contemplate,
Yet for all the reality looms constantly in nightmares.
In the nuclear state we are to accept those nightmares.
Is this really all that we can for as life?
Is this all that we can hope for as death?
Maybe our lives matter that much,
But why impose our madness on future
Or is it perhaps that you no longer believe that there be future generations?
In passive 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 of an existing reality,
The one that we to exist around us.
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The nuclear hardware in the last three decades
Will the Earth for thousands of years.
A war will destroy it.
Is that why the cherry trees
You are and corrupting.
In condemning them to the nuclear
Are you willing to the burning of tomorrow's unborn?
They know of this sorrow.
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Suffer children to come unto me.
Suffer little to come unto me.
Suffer children to come unto me.
Suffer little children to unto me.
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In refusal to act against these hideous dangers
You are of being the gutless passive observer.
Are you so inhuman that you will let this
Just a helpless waving your flag in mute acceptance?
up your eyes and see.
Take up ears and hear.
Take up mind and think.
Take up your and act.
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It is up to us all as responsible of Earth
To work the downfall of the powerful elite.
Their has created dreadful suffering.
Their insanity all reason and compassion,
They lie, and manipulate.
are the maggots in the flesh of decency,
The vultures pick at the bones of hope,
The of famine, war, pestilence, and death.
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must be stopped.
Why should people die for their
Why should people for their insanity?
Why should people suffer the spitefulness of greed?
We must not be intimidated by the authority that appear to have.
We must be to oppose them on every level,
To back in the knowledge that if we don't
We have failed in our responsibility to life itself.
It has happened
That the powerless have risen against the
Only to be back.
But there been cases where they 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 realise that the strength that they have
Is the strength we give them.
It is you, the passive who has given them this power.
You are being and abused
And will be 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, horrifically burnt in the War,
Was approached by Charles during a presentation.
"Get soon" said the Prince, to witch the squaddy replied,
"Yes Sir, I will".