| They won’t fucking listen, they won’t fucking listen, they won’t fucking listen
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| They won’t fucking listen, they won’t fucking listen, they won’t fucking listen
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| They won’t fucking listen, they won’t fucking listen, they won’t fucking listen
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| They won’t fucking listen, they won’t fucking listen, they won’t fucking listen
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| We know our know our enemy they’re hiding underground
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| They want us to live and die in the shit they leave around
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| What can we do? |
| What can we say?
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| We’re not dead yet; |
| to show we’re alive?
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| The government says «shove it» and «don't get in the way»
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| But we’re sliding down corpses on a world nose-dive
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| People here cling tightly to their fear and their fun
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| The dead are abroad, so our streets are clean
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| Even those who know, hide in Sounds and Sun
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| What will it take to stop the machine?
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| It’s only when we’re serious and start to make fuss
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| That the politicians show their real face
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| It’s the copper and the squaddy who were once one of us
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| Now trained to do the dirty work and know their place
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| If they won’t listen either, what can we do?
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| They’re people. |
| Yes. |
| But only people oppress
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| If we can go round them, we’ll have to go through
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| If it rains and there’s no shelter we must work in the mess
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| They say they’re only trying to uphold the law
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| And if they were off duty we could talk some more
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| O.K., they’re individuals but when they’re in a mob
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| They’re under orders, it’s a dirty job
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| The plods are taught to go for your neck
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| Or bust your nose running their gauntlet
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| P.C. |
| Punishment on the spot
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| Take the law into their own hands and fuck us a lot
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| If we choose to leave the paths that we’ve been taught
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| Don’t expect help, do don’t get caught
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| They try so very hard to seem reasonable and straight
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| And asked you twice already to co-operate
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| «You have every right to protest like anyone these days
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| But keep to the footpath and out the fucking way, see?»
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| If we choose to leave the paths that we’ve been taught
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| Don’t expect help, do don’t get caught
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| ??? |
| They’ll think it’s easy on the news at ten ???
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| The commie-anar-fems are at it again
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| Annoying the police and the passive 'grass roots'
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| We’re living in a country where the army shoots
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| People with courage dumped and stranded
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| Don’ts and won’ts look on empty-handed
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| If you fuck up the state, don’t be a star
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| They’re struck if they don’t know who you are
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| If we choose to leave the paths that we’ve been taught
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| Don’t expect help, do don’t get caught
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| To stand up for the good of all and make demands for peace
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| Will bring us hard and sharp against the army and police
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| Well, they’re the poor too, just like us, maybe it’s too late
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| The rich are in their bunker, the poor are at the gate
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| Use our head to avoid confrontation
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| Our love to avoid exploitation
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| If the uniforms choose to stay
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| They’ll have to learn to get out of the fucking way
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| If we choose to leave the paths that we’ve been taught
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| We cease to be the seeker, we become the sought |