Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Sir, I Will

The stands open -
Across lines, invisible hands are held, 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.
Afraid of death, we can not ourselves.
To is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but 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 don't to mean much;
Of anyone we've more 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 grey robots who 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 ourselves playing this part,
We were concerned with ideas, not and roll,
But we avoid that arena,
It's become a part of us if we don't understand it.

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

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We for alternatives,
But the enormous power of the 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 of living up to other people's expectations when our own are so much higher.
Intelligence seems so easily dismissed it doesn't conform to mainstream values.
Lennon "They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool",
He was right. Social intelligence merely requires and compromise.

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

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

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We've had problems from self-appointed Gods Bishops to MPs.
They've to ban our records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I we are.
What kind of depraved idiot they can silence others by denying them their voice?
For fucks sake, who are these
As if only had one side.
intimacies might not get through,
But of anguish know no barriers.
But how do we shout for?
Denied the airwaves, we in the wind to carry what we say.
But sometimes found ourselves shouting into the wind
When we should been confiding in each other.
It seems so absurd that we are 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 the world's population is starving?
are so many things that might have been done,
But on this spot in the desire to find solution,
There's little to see and but the sighing and dying of our world.
But for suffering we might have been a part of it rather apart from it.

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

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Anything and everything can be so institutionalised,
A poor of itself. Itself contained by itself.
There's no point in mouthing the words.
The token just aren't enough,
Nor is and weed and the Positive Creed.
Exclusive clubs where the various tribes congratulate each for doing fuck all
Will achieve nothing but the of the status quo.
Punk has another rock and roll elite,
Cheap Rotten Vicious imitations they'll change their world
With dyed hair and gestures. Nouveau wankers.
There's a empty stages waiting for their empty performances,
A thousand empty faces waiting for 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?
the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If was no government, wouldn't there be chaos
Everybody running round, setting petrol bombs
And if there was no police force, me what you'd do
If thousand rioters came running after you?
And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my
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
if there's no army to stop a big invasion?
Who'd clean the and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration.
pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags?
Who'd out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
If there no hospitals, and no doctors too,
If I'd broken both my legs, would I run to?
If no medication, if there were no nurses,
Wouldn't die a lot? And who would drive the hearses?
And what if I told you to Fxxk
If there no butchers shops, what would people eat?
have everybody starving if they didn't get their meat.
If was no water, what would people drink?
Who'd away the you-know-what? But of course MINE never stink.
What about the children? Who'd teach them in the
Who'd make the beggers keep in line? them all the rules?
Who's us whitewash windows? When to take 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 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 wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Task
When so called radicals work hand in hand with the ruling
Yesterday those creeps rejected the status quo,
Today they smarm and charm to its very heart.
Where's the free individual in all
the hope and aspiration?
Identities have corporations,
Social and media moulds,
of ad-man's dreams. Prescribed futures;
Must we all down and shine beneath borrowed tans?
Are we really so dumb, so cowered into
not only are we prepared to eat shit
We're also prepared to say for the privilege?
Why should we servility as a bargain 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 up your bed and walk.
Let the blind see end the hear.
The rights of the are dependent upon
You your right as an individual.
People are so easily deluded into thinking they've choice
in reality they're nothing but passive observers.
Passive observers do but passively observe,
soak up creativity and say "Wow, that's me!",
Passively soak up 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 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?
breakfast teas to the sound of Space Invaders.
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Television is Nuremberg.
Bowing to its authority, become it.
I've seen four old children conforming to media roles.
Main-lining the gross theatre will become their lives.
The television has so dampened anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering
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.
who suffer head-aches from excessive intake of electrons are prescribed valium,
Or pay for a fix at the pub where men have to piss up the
And the stench of urine lasts into the next pint.
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Entertainment is designed to gloss over real
And very often those who profess only add to the deception.
are banded about, but always at the whim of the puppeteer.
Actionless sloganeering is just Punch and Judy show.
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Any information we receive concerning the real world is carefully controlled,
Why else would fiction such licence?
We are allowed to see endless deaths,
But when the real deaths on the Falklands
censors prevented us from seeing them.
We were given the of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving political skins.
It matter a fuck to them how many died
As long as their popularity ratings suffer,
For that reason alone we were shielded the truth.
While the real violence is from us
We are exposed to constant pantomimes of and destruction.
Those in power are aware that if we had access to the real facts
We would to be simply passive observers.
Media coverage of Nam created massive dissent in the U.S.A.
Thatcher's government was aware of that when, on the Falkland charade,
They refused press cards to who they knew would not support their line.
Those who did travel to the Falklands their reports dramatically cut down.
Meanwhile, at home, we fed fabrications of Britain's 'glorious war'.
The truth that is now filtering out paints a very picture.
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often been said that truth is the first casualty of war,
It is, but the same could be of life.
From we are threatened and beaten into submission
By family, church, and state.
From then on we're easy for the powermongers.
pathetic circus dogs we hunt out praise
Or, when our nature 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 offers war,
We have been conditioned to accept it.
War can only exist through acceptance.
It is nothing but a demonstration of the weakness of 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 maintained through acceptance.
Peace will constant demonstrations of personal strength,
Constant effort, constant work,
Reappraisal, and devotion.
of those qualities were you taught in schoolroom?
Whereas war simply the masses as cannon-fodder,
Peace requires individuals to their own potential,
The odds are against because the State deliberately destroys human will.
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Passive observers nothing but decay.
The flowerbeds need weeding, the roses need cutting back winter.
Freed sedation, released from bondage,
People would demonstrate own strength,
But the powerful elite are of this
And have tabs on those who they regard as subversives.
It is easy for them to out and intimidated us
And easier for us simply not to bother.
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It is impossible to gauge the effect that demands for may be having,
The are skilled at concealing dissatisfaction.
For so people have been saying "No more war",
But for all those little has changed.
Seeing the Peace Movement was growing in strength,
Thatcher appointed Heseltine as of Defence.
One part of his job is to discredit CND,
is the nature of Conservative democraty.
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As pacifist we are too easily back into tokenism,
hollow gestures against the wheels of the juggernaut.
The is delicate.
The spaces have always created by the gentle and caring,
To be later by bullies and egotists.
We can try to those spaces 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 role in liberating India from Britain rule,
But conditions in India are appaling for the ordinary people.
Limiting Greenham Peace Camp to only is a sensible political ploy,
But if it is a demonstration of exclusivity it is a sham.
Aren't we seeking to destroy all forms of
Does our own oppression give us the right to 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 few right with which to oppose them,
But on our own, together, we them.
have their law and those who impose it.
We only ourselves and each other.
They have their and those who impose it.
We have ourselves and each other.
It is easy to dismiss those who seek as dreamers,
But isn't our culture built on past dreams?
It is essential our dreams become a reality
Or there will to be one.
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Harrods boast that it can supply any that its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them me an Exocet missile and a starving Third World child
And tell them the politics of choice.
doesn't enter into the ghettos of wealth.
Beneath the protective sheath of Thatcher's
The right, rich and privileged get even
And they, in turn, support her policies both at home and overseas.
The Falklands war cost Britain over sixteen 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 themselves who'll suffer the effects of their filthy labour?
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The wealthy obscene with their wealth
Applaud the carnage from grandstand.
It's as if they were at laying their bets;
Five to one on the Horsemen.
They believe that money can buy them out of the
That they have for the world that they dry.
They are the pornographers
The real in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit by
Watching their fortunes and fall
In the neatly pressed trousers of the City.
Debutante whores in men's castles.
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The ruling elite with puppet figurehead
Queen Elizabeth the Second, Virgina,
Strut about on the million of
That have sacrificed to gain their position.
Who are these leaders but who have made violence pay?
Who are they but the inheritors of their ancestors and theft?
Their blood stained are rags to our future,
remnant of our individual rights.
These rulers are common and thieves,
But we bow before them.
For how long will the masses be so manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
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For fucks where are we in all this?
We're life yet we court death.
For sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long?
Still we lay prostrate a stylised figure on a crucifix.
As if the fool might be resurrected.
We are expected to bargain our for his
And him in the ugliness of perpetual Christian guilt.
He hangs there as a of our own subjugation.
Let it be that he alone is Christ,
who dare emulate him shall suffer thus.
Each settlement is spiked with that image,
Each conscience 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 desire kneel in worship the myth.
In anticipation of own death, they await his coming.
Sweet Jesus have on me.
Sweet Jesus, share his agony.
Sweet Jesus, they his misery.
Fuck his deity.
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Over half the world's is starving,
Crucified by the of landowners,
against the imbalance of priorities
Practiced by the major who, if they wanted to, could help.
Every minute of the day millions million of pounds
Are spent on the of war.
If only a half of that was on the machinery of peace,
There would be no more on this planet.
Yet pay no heed to the cries of suffering,
They perhaps make token gestures to appease consciences,
But no real are made
Because to ensure control the superpowers to maintain the imbalance.
are slaughtered in their homelands
By governments out new possessions.
Most of the wealth of the so developed nations
Has been gained at the expense of the World
whom natural resources, both mineral and human,
Have been exploited.
Peoples' pride and 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 of a gloved hand
These can, and do,
young men to their death,
But not before others too fallen from their bayonets and guns.
Such armies are invariably 'peace keeping forces'.
The hypocrisy is as as it is obvious.
The wealthy, educated, and secure
Make the lives of those less fortunate a misery.
Million upon millions of are dying from 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 elite have no concept of what it is to suffer want,
Yet it is they who are responsible.
In a world where are people who can't afford a crust of bread,
These arrogant scabs drive around in and Rolls Royces.
Perhaps it amuses them to rub shit into the of the poor,
But there'll a time when such overt displays of wealth
Will not be tolerated by the in the street.
In a sane society wealth and possession not be an asset.
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A few years ago a was on the radio
that no one in the UK suffered from want.
Next day I saw an old man for a handful 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" told
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 inequality is by the church.
With its tradition of from the gentry
The church has always been
To ensure that its remains servile.
"Repent ye sinners or be devoured in the of hell."
Those very same flames that devoured their enemies in religious wars.
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So often the church has marched hand in hand with the
Casting its blessings upon the writhing of the battlefield.
Each of bayonet is God's word.
Each crash of steel is word.
Each torn limb and of blood is God's word.
For he so loved the world he gave our begotten sons.
Each sodden and sodding death is God's word.
For he so loved the world he our only begotten sons.
For he so loved the world he our only begotten sons.
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In Christian executions are attended by representatives of the church.
Goggle-eyed before the gallows, the electric chair and the
They administer their blessing.
In America is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, up by the state.
glorious advance for civilisation.
One step for man.
One giant for mankind.
For he so the world.
He us his only begotten 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 these contradictions,
Confusions and lies? defy reason.
Oh yes, you can laugh at the absurdity,
Satirise the obscenity, but the hysteria wears thin
And the tears wear a complexion.
can offer diversion,
But it real anger
And gets confronted.
We are ruled by mad-people,
What's funny about for fucks sake?
The world is daily with annihilation,
Is really something to be trivialased?
The world is constant threat.
Against this background of
We struggle to our own authority.
While being bludgeoned into
We struggle to 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 time I'd like to in out of the cold.
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overrules personal fears.
Against the scenario of destruction
We demand a sanity that might the world.
That alone excludes us the mainstream of thought.
History no solutions,
Quotes from Mao or Stalin, or Marx
Simply the oppression.
I'm tired of experts,
of 'if onlys'.
They have been the same people,
Grey visionless
Who would have us all their death.
History is a justification for oppression,
Written by who practice it.
It is constantly changed and rewritten
To conform to the requirements of the elite.
A tempest of convenience that blasts across the blistered of the dead.
We receive at best only 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 for the British spirit,
Nor an heroic defeat of a dictator.
It was a and savage piece of electioneering
Designed to up horrific domestic problems.
At a time when a settlement was a possibility,
Thatcher ordered the sinking of the General Belgrado
over three hundred men
And mutilating many more.
She did this because her neck required bloodshed
To prove her in releasing the Task 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 sums and
I feel only anger and hatred for them.
How can become so distorted?
How can anyone be so far from human values?
I only 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 authority of who oppress us
Is supported, maintained and
By who are themselves the most oppressed;
Those who, because have no alternative, are in service to the rulers.
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How can I feel anger towards the
Weighed down with his 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 pity for his twisted mind.
How can freedom be achieved if the fight to uphold
The privileges of those who directly them?
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We through one eye hoping the other won't see,
That way we only need deal a half of it.
Like ostriches, oblivious,
Not because we are, but we choose to be.
people see through the lies
But are too to admit it.
It's so much easier to be the observer.
How much can people afford to just sit by like this?
All the are there.
unemployment,
Recession, depression.
But who's Who cares?
Tamely the population is being led the road to total bondage.
is daily strengthening its powers.
Those who against it are ridiculed,
or abused and punished.
Those in are totally cynical.
Rather than analysing the seriousness of the
They strengthen the army 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 massive increases in brutality.
In London police shot a man
to find it was the wrong person.
We regret to you. Regret to inform you.
Regret to inform you. We to inform you
today another Christ was shot in the back of the head.
We regret to you. Regret to inform you,
That Christ, not yet ten years old, was shot today,
By agents of Her Majesty's Government, a plastic bullet.
They say that bullets were designed not to kill,
do.
I say human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me;
We do.
We regret to you.
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1984 is a about the positive danger of totalitarianism,
Under Thatcher's unfeeling the scenario is one year early.
With the cold of the pin ball arcade
We're around as numbers by the hidden computers.
in the hardware. Documented and filed.
We no access to the information that they have stored on us.
Ticker-tape alter egos, portraits.
We are another.
As individuals within that system we are arbitrary,
only for what can be taken from us.
Our future is of no 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.
they were eight thousand miles away dying for her arrogance
She what was a complete mockery of compassion.
they're at home, jobless on the streets,
She give a fuck for them.
Self determination and self 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 it was for the self determination of the Falklanders,
Those same people who over a year ago
She was to abandon without a thought.
And now, for all her talk,
They are forced to live in a fortress for further hostilities.
has recently sanctioned a loan of one hundred million pounds to Argentina
Claiming it was to stabilise world economy.
The purchase of further and the development of nuclear potential
Should do much for world economy, but very little for security.
Just what the fuck was all that bloodshed
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Thatcher has signed British self-determination in one single stroke.
She has agreed to install deadly missiles on British soil
Over which the Americans total control.
The American presence is designed 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 the Third World War on European soil;
Cruise missiles greatly increase the danger of happening.
Designed to avoid radar by skimming the earth's surface,
missiles are seen as the ideal 'first strike weapon',
They also guarantee a massive response that make Britain into a nuclear desert.
Military is astounding. The experts seriously believe
That will be able to limit war to the 'theatre'.
In this show the world will be the stage,
be no encore.
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Thatcher and her cronies talk of 'limited tactical
And action' causing 'collateral damage'.
These terms are from their American counterparts
And are designed to the ugly reality that they describe.
In everyday language 'collateral simply means civilian deaths.
In the of nuclear attack on Britain that would amount to thirty-eight million people.
Is it any wonder that crazy psychotics
jargon to assist them in their studied madness?
Every year of innocent people still die horrific deaths
As a result of the bombs dropped on and Nagasaki.
It is probably that an all out war
destroy 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 exist us.
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Defence Secretary 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 for people of his kind.
sit in their seats of power
Distorting and all human decency.
How can they be so blatant?
How can dare be so hypocritical?
Who is this with his corrupt lies?
Who is this Thatcher with her deceit?
These hideous cast their 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 probably never know the details of that arrangement.
It will almost involve some kind of economic juggling act,
The massive turning political thumbscrews
On U.S. in Britain.
Russian tanks in Afghanistan are
Compared with the bargaining of American capital in the UK.
the nature of that deal is,
It has made Britain America's front line,
The fifty-third State, no rights of citizenship.
To many people might not matter,
Fed birth on American propaganda and Hollywood trash,
The resistance are low.
As as we passively accept American 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 nuclear reality is too huge to contemplate,
Yet for all people the looms constantly in nightmares.
In the nuclear we are expected to accept those nightmares.
Is this really all that we can hope for as
Is this really all that we can for as death?
Maybe our lives don't that much,
But why impose our on future generations?
Or is it perhaps that you no believe that there will be future 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 of an existing reality,
The one that we allow to around us.
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The nuclear hardware produces in the last decades
Will pollute the Earth for of years.
A war will destroy it.
Is that why the cherry blossom?
You are and corrupting.
In condemning to the nuclear nightmare
Are you willing to accept the burning of unborn?
know nothing of this sorrow.
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Suffer children to come unto me.
Suffer little children to come me.
Suffer little children to unto me.
Suffer little children to come me.
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In your refusal to act 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 acceptance?
Take up eyes and see.
up your ears and hear.
Take up your and think.
Take up life and act.
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It is up to us all as citizens of Earth
To towards the downfall of the powerful elite.
Their rule has created suffering.
Their precludes all reason and compassion,
lie, trick and manipulate.
They are the maggots in the of decency,
The vultures pick at the bones 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 should people the spitefulness of their greed?
We must not be intimidated by the that they appear to have.
We be prepared to oppose them on every level,
To fight in the knowledge that if we don't
We have failed in our responsibility to life itself.
It has happened
That the powerless risen against the oppressor
to be beaten back.
But there have been cases they have succeeded.
is a just cause,
It is up to one of us, alone, to do our best.
We must to overcome our fears.
We must realise 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 used and
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.
There is no but yourself.
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One squaddy, horrifically burnt in the War,
Was approached by Charles during a presentation.
"Get well soon" the Prince, to witch the squaddy replied,
"Yes Sir, I will".