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The factories still churning out
Of that there's not a single doubt
There's more snide shit from their flea pits
They could couldn't give a fucking shit.
It's true, overdue, and plain to see,
The plight of those in misery
A dead necked vision, product of subsidence
Fucked up, and held in screaming silence

Another police force investigation
Blatant lies, false fucked suggestions
Is it all down to communications?
Or does the grass need cutting?
Has it change direction?

The chants that only serve to divide
The police link with the revenue, the royalties slide
Now as poor old joy gardener bites the dust
Why should I give a fucking fuck?
But the lefties scream outside the courts
Looking to lay the blame, it's no ones fault
They show sincerity, Oh! how much they care
Yeah! In their sick, twisted cause, in their affairs

A black coy has just missed his bus
A racist attack? Or blood thirsty lust?
Again the left jump on the back of the weeks attack
And force feed, socialist shit militant crap.
They blatantly try and whip up violence
Keep their arseholes shut? Keep it silent.
Another black person has died, that is true
But are you suprised? I ain't, because I already knew

By promoting political deaths, they could not give a fucking toss

The sexism reign in green mans world
The A.L.F. proves yet again that they won't be told
That what they do (or don't) is totally wrong
So fuck off you insane cunts, it still remains... our song!

Detention centres for the relentless
Approved schools for the fools
Abolish the jury, punish the fury
But it's our power that you fuel
So it is basically blatantly obvious
And in fact fucking common sense
That when people are forced to live in shit
Under your conditions, crime will undoubtedly spread

You may be watching every move we make
You even convince yourself that you're clever
But I'm looking right back into your eyes,
So don't you ever, never ever,
Think that I mignt trip or slip
Right down your stairs
Into your cells, where unaware,
You can beat and fuck me senseless,
While the world spins around relentless

You may have people on your side
That I consider the lowest form of life
But don't you think of what you call respect
Even enters into our minds aspect
For I'm sick of respect, how about our causes instead?
What made the maddened go to extreme lenghts
Who simply couldn't take it
Who knew they wouldn't make it
Being ground down fine,
By those who haven't got the time
For they shall punish those who sin
Toss the peasants into the bin
Of those that won't beg for their pittance
And that still remains our fucking difference
Who will not beg to their Jesus, God
Christ I've had enough of that!
Christ I've had enough of this!

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