Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Sir, I Will

The door stands -
Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden building in the night.
Alone, the are enormous.
outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait to suck on tiring flesh,
Unending statistics that leaders, prisoners 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 voice can get ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what you say, but still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing so you can't hear the silence
when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being by it.

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Words sometimes seem to mean much;
Of anyone we've used that most.
from the heart that have been distorted and mocked,
Thrown in the spectacle, the grand social circus.

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

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We didn't expect to find ourselves playing part,
We concerned with ideas, not rock and roll,
But we avoid that arena,
become a part 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 we sing then?
Our love of life is total, we do is an expression of that,
Everything that we write is a song.

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We for alternatives,
But the enormous of the media makes it so difficult
To foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extreme
everything becomes poisoned and corrupted.
We can become 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.
Intelligence seems so easily dismissed when it doesn't conform to values.
Lennon "They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool",
He was right. Social merely requires agreement and compromise.

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The are becoming narrower as the State becomes more paranoid.
Under authoritarian rule, becomes the only security.
Fear is a powerful weapon against development.
Cowering in our temples of there's 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 will with his shepherd's crook,
Drawing his 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 little other than 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 homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by very 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 governed by

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We've had problems self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our records saying that a threat to decent society.
them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot 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 of anguish know no barriers.
But how do we shout for?
Denied the airwaves, we trust in the to carry what we say.
But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the
When we should have confiding in each other.
It seems so that we are denied the chance of ever being truly free.
The terrible inequalities of the peoples of earth
Make freedom at best a dream, at worst an privilege.
What space is there for self-expression and development
When half the world's population is starving?
There are so many things that might have done,
But rooted on spot 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 have been a part of it than apart from it.

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the compromises,
Brave fronts, deceitful disguises. did you know? What did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
Turning a blind eye to the 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? did you care?
What did you know? What did you
agreements, statements of fact, trying to prove we can do it,
But when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it.
and sacrifices.
Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you What did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
Holding the vision, but losing our sight, endlessly solution,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder how much just institution.
What did you What did you care?
What did you What did you care?
What did you know? did you care?
What did you know? What did you
Anarchy's another word for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you know? What 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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and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor of itself. Itself contained by itself.
There's no in just mouthing the words.
The token tantrums just enough,
Nor is speed and weed and the Creed.
Exclusive clubs where the various congratulate each other for doing fuck all
Will achieve but the strengthening of the status quo.
Punk has another rock and roll elite,
Rotten Vicious imitations thinking they'll change their world
With dyed hair and predictable gestures. wankers.
There's a thousand stages waiting for their empty performances,
A thousand empty faces 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?
It's the of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If there was no government, there be chaos
running round, setting petrol bombs off?
And if there was no force, tell me what you'd do
If thousand rioters came running after you?
And who clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television?
Wouldn't people lay about some supervision?
drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And if I told you to Fxxk Off?
What if there's no 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? Would I still get bags?
If there no hospitals, and no doctors too,
If I'd both my legs, where would I run to?
If no medication, if there were no nurses,
people die a lot? And who would 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 there was no water, what people drink?
Who'd flush away the you-know-what? But of MINE never stink.
What the children? Who'd teach them in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the
tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors?
Tell us make a of tea and survive 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 rub their hands in glee
As the slave-boy out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any wonder there was sickening celebration over the Task Force
When so called work hand in hand with the ruling elite?
Yesterday those wily creeps the status quo,
Today smarm and charm passageways to its very heart.
Where's the free in all that?
Where's the and aspiration?
Identities become corporations,
Social egos and 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 we passively accept death as a bargain for living?
Why accept this robbery of life? Why this pillage?
For Christ's sake take up bed and walk.
Let the see end the deaf hear.
The rights of the are dependent upon
You realising your as an individual.
People are so deluded into thinking they've instrumented choice
Where in they're nothing but passive observers.
Passive observers do but passively observe,
Passively soak up and say "Wow, that's me!",
Passively up destruction and say "Oh no, not us, not me".
There are those who for value and meaning;
Who search for reason and
Their are negated by the passive observers.
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They spend days before the T.V. set so out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of and possibility?
What chance anyone have when all the spaces are filled?
Sipping breakfast teas to the sound of Invaders.
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Television is Nuremberg.
to its authority, they become it.
I've seen four year old children to media roles.
Main-lining the gross theatre that will their lives.
The television has so dampened anger.
The is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, the politics of reality were once created,
Are at night and the rulers sleep secure.
are under no threat as long 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 men have to piss 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 often those who profess dissent only add to the deception.
Words are banded about, but at the whim of the puppeteer.
Actionless is just another Punch and Judy show.
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Any information that we receive concerning the real world is controlled,
Why else would fiction such licence?
We are to see endless theatrical deaths,
But when the real deaths started on the
Government censors prevented us from them.
We were given the of 'National Security'
By the lying who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many
As long as their ratings didn't suffer,
For that reason alone we were shielded the truth.
While the violence is kept from us
We are exposed to constant pantomimes of and destruction.
Those in are rightly aware that if we had access to the real facts
We would cease to be simply observers.
Media coverage of Viet Nam massive dissent in the U.S.A.
Thatcher's government was aware of when, embarking on the Falkland charade,
They press cards to anyone who they knew would not support their line.
Those who did travel to the Falklands found their dramatically cut down.
Meanwhile, at home, we were fed fabrications of 'glorious war'.
The truth that is now filtering out a very different picture.
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It's often been that truth is the first casualty of war,
It is, but the could be said of life.
From birth we are and beaten into submission
By family, church, and state.
From then on we're game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus we hunt out praise
Or, when our true finds its way to the surface
We hide in the darkness, our tails our legs.
At all costs we are prevented realising our own potential.
We are conditioned into being observers.
If the ring-master war,
We have been conditioned to accept it.
War can only through passive acceptance.
It is nothing but a of the weakness of human will.
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If the offered peace
We will have been conditioned to accept too,
But can not and will not be maintained through passive acceptance.
Peace will require demonstrations of personal strength,
effort, constant hard work,
Reappraisal, and devotion.
Which of those qualities were you in schoolroom?
war simply requires the masses as cannon-fodder,
Peace requires individuals to their own potential,
The are hopelessly against because the State deliberately destroys human will.
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Passive observers offer but decay.
The flowerbeds need weeding, the roses cutting back before winter.
Freed from sedation, released bondage,
would demonstrate their own strength,
But the powerful are aware of this
And already tabs on those who they regard as subversives.
It is easy for to single out and intimidated us
And easier for us simply not to bother.
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It is impossible to the effect that demands for peace may be having,
The are skilled at concealing dissatisfaction.
For so long people been saying "No more war",
But for all demands little has changed.
Seeing that the Peace Movement was in strength,
Thatcher appointed 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 into 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.
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 conditions in India are still for the ordinary people.
Limiting Greenham Peace Camp to women 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 oppression us the right to oppress others?
Unless we are to oppose all oppression,
We stand guilty of direct to it.
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The neo-fascist our land
And we must resist on every level.
As outsiders we have few with which to oppose them,
But on our own, together, we them.
They have their law and those who it.
We only have ourselves and other.
They have their and those who impose it.
We only have and each other.
It is easy to dismiss those who peace as dreamers,
But isn't our culture built on past dreams?
It is essential that our become a reality
Or there will to be one.
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Harrods boast it can supply any whim that its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving World child
And I'll them the politics of choice.
Equality doesn't into the ghettos of wealth.
Beneath the protective sheath of Thatcher's
The right, and privileged get even richer
And they, in turn, her barbaric policies both at home and overseas.
The Falklands war cost Britain over thousand million pounds - in whose pocket?
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Throughout the world millions of are employed making armaments,
Don't they realise that it's ordinary like themselves who'll suffer the effects of their filthy labour?
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The wealthy obscene with their wealth
Applaud the carnage their grandstand.
It's as if they at Ascot laying their bets;
Five to one on the Horsemen.
They believe that can buy them out of the responsibility
That they for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true
The stylists in human perversion.
educated tarts sit dumbly by
Watching fortunes rise and fall
In the neatly pin-striped trousers of the City.
Debutante in rich men's castles.
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The ruling elite with their figurehead
Queen Elizabeth the Second, Virgina,
about on the million of bodies
That they have to gain their position.
Who are these leaders but those who have made violence
Who are they but the of their ancestors greed and theft?
Their blood flags are rags to our future,
Tattered remnant of our rights.
These rulers are murderers and thieves,
But we bow before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and
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For fucks sake are we in all this?
We're given life yet we death.
For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how
Still we lay prostrate before a stylised on a crucifix.
As if the fool might be resurrected.
We are expected to our lives for his
And join him in the of perpetual Christian guilt.
He there as a remainder of our own subjugation.
Let it be that he alone is Christ,
who dare emulate him shall suffer thus.
Each is spiked with that stupid image,
Each nailed to that diet of corruption.
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Military acts are bathed in gory tales.
Tired Marines, to fuck and sleep, are blessed in his name.
virgins in desire kneel in worship before the myth.
In of their own death, they await his coming.
Sweet Jesus mercy on me.
Sweet Jesus, share his agony.
Sweet Jesus, share his misery.
his loaded deity.
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Over half the world's is starving,
Crucified by the of landowners,
Helpless against the imbalance of
Practiced by the major powers who, if they wanted to, help.
Every of the day millions upon million of pounds
Are on the machinery of war.
If only a half of was spent on the machinery of peace,
There would be no more starvation on planet.
Yet governments pay no heed to the of suffering,
They perhaps token gestures to appease their consciences,
But no real improvements are
Because to ensure control the superpowers 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,
been unscrupulously exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is in Napalm
And flame-throwers.
The and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who use their not to assist, but to oppress.
At the of a gloved hand
These can, and do,
young men to their death,
But not before too have fallen from their bayonets and guns.
Such armies are invariably called keeping forces'.
The is as appalling 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 than giving it to the needy.
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"Let them eat cake" said Marie
As she the calf's blood from her lips.
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"Proud to be British" Margaret Thatcher
As she the Falkland's blood from her hands.
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The ruling elite have no concept of what it is to want,
Yet it is who are directly responsible.
In a where there are people who can't afford a crust of bread,
These arrogant scabs drive around in and Rolls Royces.
Perhaps it amuses them to rub shit into the of the poor,
But there'll come a time when overt displays of wealth
Will not be by the people in the street.
In a sane society wealth and possession not be an asset.
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A few years ago a politician was on the
Saying no one in the UK suffered from want.
day I saw an old man pleading for a handful of coal;
His wife was dying of and he was penniless.
in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea,
She lay cold and before the empty grate.
Every year of people 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" we're
As the rich get and the poor get poorer.
At of international crisis it's the same story.
"Back Britain" we're
As the rich get and the poor get killed.
In the of a nuclear crisis,
The rich will retreat to private bunkers their wealth and possessions.
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The injustice of inequality is by the church.
With its tradition of from the gentry
The has always been obliged
To that its flock remains servile.
"Repent ye or be devoured in the flames of hell."
Those very same flames that devoured their in countless religious wars.
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So the church has marched hand in hand with the military
its blessings upon the writhing bodies of the battlefield.
Each stab of is God's word.
crash of steel is God's word.
Each limb and splash of blood is God's word.
For he so loved the world he gave our only sons.
Each sodden grave and sodding death is word.
For he so the world he gave our only begotten sons.
For he so loved the 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 chair and the gas-chamber
administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, up by the state.
Another glorious for civilisation.
One step for man.
One giant for mankind.
For he so the world.
He gave us his only 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? They reason.
Oh yes, you can laugh at the absurdity,
Satirise the obscenity, but the soon wears thin
And the wear a colder complexion.
can offer diversion,
But it real anger
And gets confronted.
We are ruled by mad-people,
funny about that for fucks sake?
The world is daily threatened annihilation,
Is that something to be trivialased?
The is under constant threat.
this background of fear
We struggle to our own authority.
While bludgeoned into conformity
We struggle to our inner selves.
Of I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets,
But I don't 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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overrules personal fears.
Against the of total destruction
We demand a sanity might save the world.
That alone excludes us from the of thought.
History no solutions,
Quotes from Mao or Stalin, Hitler or
Simply the oppression.
I'm tired of experts,
of 'if onlys'.
They have been the same people,
Grey robots
Who would us all share their death.
is simply a justification for oppression,
Written by who practice it.
It is being constantly and rewritten
To conform to the requirements of the elite.
A tempest of convenience that blasts across the bodies of the dead.
We receive at best 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 heroic defeat of a dictator.
It was a callous and savage of electioneering
Designed to cover up horrific problems.
At a time when a peaceful was a possibility,
Thatcher personally ordered the sinking of the General
Killing over hundred men
And horribly mutilating more.
She did this because her political neck bloodshed
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 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 hope is there in that
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The authority of those who us
Is supported, maintained and
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 down his guns and inadequacies
I can feel pity and bellied compassion.
How can anyone be so
How can be so far from real human values?
I can only feel pity for his mind.
How can freedom be if the poor fight to uphold
The privileges of those who directly them?
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We through one eye hoping the other won't see,
That way we only need deal a half of it.
bloody ostriches, oblivious,
Not because we are, but we choose to be.
people see through the lies
But are too to admit it.
so much 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 being led down the to total bondage.
Government is daily its powers.
who stand against it are ridiculed,
Discredited or and punished.
Those in are totally cynical.
than analysing the seriousness of the problem
They simply strengthen the and police to combat it
They are for the inevitable response.
It in Brixton, Toxteth and Moss Side.
It daily in Northern Ireland.
Under Thatcher's regime there has been increases in police brutality.
In London police down a man
Only to it was the wrong person.
We regret to you. Regret to inform 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 old, was shot today,
By agents of Her Government, with a plastic bullet.
They say that plastic bullets designed not to kill,
do.
I say human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me;
We do.
We to inform you.
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is a book about the positive danger of totalitarianism,
Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one early.
With the mechanism of the pin ball arcade
flicked around as numbers by the hidden computers.
Software in the hardware. and filed.
We have no access to the information that they have on us.
Ticker-tape egos, print-out portraits.
We are another.
As individuals within that system we are arbitrary,
Wanted for what can be taken from us.
Our is of no concern to the mega-corporations
Who determine the of our economic well-being.
Thatcher's policies require 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 what was a mockery of compassion.
When they're at home, on the streets,
She doesn't a fuck for them.
Self determination and enterprise are her big lines,
But just how much of that she offer to others
In her use of people?
She was prepared to risk peace
Saying that it was for the self of the Falklanders,
Those very same who over a year ago
She was prepared to abandon a thought.
And now, for all her talk,
They are to live in a fortress waiting for further hostilities.
Thatcher has recently sanctioned a loan of one hundred million to Argentina
that it was to stabilise world economy.
The purchase of Exocets and the development of nuclear potential
do much for world economy, but very little for world security.
Just what the fuck was all bloodshed for?
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Thatcher has signed British self-determination in one single stroke.
She has agreed to install cruise 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 have repeatedly that they intend
To fight the World War on European soil;
Cruise missiles greatly increase the danger of happening.
Designed to avoid radar by skimming the earth's surface,
Cruise are seen as the ideal 'first strike weapon',
They also guarantee a massive response would make Britain into a nuclear desert.
Military naivety is astounding. The seriously believe
That they will be able to war to the 'theatre'.
In particular show the world will be the stage,
be no encore.
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Thatcher and her cronies of 'limited tactical response'
And 'executive action' causing damage'.
These terms are borrowed their American counterparts
And are designed to mask the reality that they describe.
In everyday language 'collateral damage' means civilian deaths.
In the event of nuclear on Britain that would amount to thirty-eight million people.
Is it any that these crazy psychotics
Invent jargon to assist in their studied madness?
Every year hundreds of innocent still die horrific deaths
As a result of the bombs dropped on 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 talking of an existing
The one that we allow to around us.
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Defence Secretary Heseltine disputes the kind of that we offer
that it has 'no basis in fact'.
There are no words to the utter contempt
That we for people of his kind.
They sit in seats of power
and perverting all human decency.
How can they be so blatant?
How can they dare be so
Who is this Heseltine his corrupt lies?
Who is this Thatcher with her arrogant
These hideous mutants cast shadows
Across all that is and good.
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Cruise missile will be installed because Thatcher has created some kind of deal Reagan.
We will probably never the details of that arrangement.
It will almost involve some kind of economic juggling act,
The massive corporations turning political
On U.S. in Britain.
Russian in Afghanistan are nothing
Compared with the bargaining power of American in the UK.
Whatever the nature of that is,
It has made Britain into America's line,
The State, with no rights of citizenship.
To many people that not matter,
Fed from birth on American propaganda and trash,
The resistance are low.
As long as we passively accept American
We can no real advance.
We are being down the line.
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To many people the missiles and warheads not matter.
To many people nuclear reality is too to contemplate,
Yet for all people the reality constantly in nightmares.
In the nuclear state we are expected to accept nightmares.
Is this really all that we can for as life?
Is this really all we can hope for as death?
Maybe our lives don't matter much,
But why impose our on future generations?
Or is it perhaps that you no longer believe that there will be generations?
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 that we allow to around us.
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The nuclear produces in the last three decades
Will the Earth for thousands of years.
A nuclear war destroy it.
Is why the cherry trees blossom?
You are and corrupting.
In condemning to the nuclear nightmare
Are you willing to accept the burning of unborn?
They know nothing of sorrow.
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little children to come unto me.
Suffer little to come unto me.
Suffer little children to unto me.
Suffer little to come unto me.
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In refusal to act against these hideous dangers
You are guilty of being the gutless observer.
Are you so inhuman that you will let this
Just a helpless bystander waving your flag in mute
Take up your and see.
Take up ears and hear.
Take up your and think.
Take up your and act.
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It is up to us all as responsible citizens of
To towards the downfall of the powerful elite.
Their has created dreadful suffering.
Their insanity all reason and compassion,
lie, trick and manipulate.
They are the in the flesh of decency,
The vultures that pick at the of hope,
The of famine, war, pestilence, and death.
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must be stopped.
Why should die for their insanity?
Why should people starve for insanity?
Why should people suffer the spitefulness of greed?
We not be intimidated by the authority that they appear to have.
We must be prepared to oppose them on level,
To fight in the knowledge that if we don't
We will have failed in our to life itself.
It has happened
That the powerless have risen against the
Only to be back.
But there have been cases they have succeeded.
Ours is a cause,
It is up to one of us, alone, to do our best.
We learn to overcome our fears.
We must realise that the strength that they
Is the strength we give 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 learn to 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 in the Falklands War,
Was approached by Prince Charles a presentation.
"Get well soon" said the Prince, to witch the replied,
"Yes Sir, I will".