1. |
Not Lizards
02:16
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First, I’m gonna lie to you, and then I’m gonna lie again
I’m gonna promise you all the things you want, promise I’ll be your friend
I’m gonna build a wall between you & you, you’re both gonna take the blame
I’m gonna eat a burger, drink a beer, you’ll think we’re all the same inside
This is how we work
We’re not lizards, not alien super creeps
Not that bug-eyed conspiracy theory crap, just an economic elite, yeah
This is what you get
Change of shirt, change of tie, fresh face at the top
While the money keeps on flowing up, the money never stops at all
We won’t pass it down
We’re not equal, our world doesn’t owe you a living
We took the land but you can rent a lease
We put the fences up, we control the police
It’s us who stole the seas, parcelled out the air
And it’s all human work there are no lizards here
Not lizards
Not creatures evolved into place
No
Not lizards
Just a cancerous part of the human race
Next, I’m gonna lie to you, and then I’m gonna lie once more
This one’s stealing that one’s job, that’s why you’re both poor
Brown and yellow, black and pink, any false god or none
Divide the angry into sets and set them each against each one
This is how we work
Not lizards
Not creatures who know their place
No
Not lizards
Just a cancer
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2. |
City
02:05
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Born AD43
A Roman legacy
Of trade empiracy
Always raiding
Entire history
From Saxon royalty
To slaves in Chancery
Power and money
Shitty
City
Shitty
The rich all ran away
In time of fire and plague
But now they’re back to stay
Bet your money
Law con and banking cock
Wash cash and launder stock
In high-rise haven blocks
Dirty greedy - shitty
City
Shitty
City
Dirty, so dirty, so dirty, dirty greedy
Shitty
City
Shitty
City
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3. |
Who Killed Nancy Johnson
03:22
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Fresh out the field she's wrapped in rags
Her cries are choked with plastic bags
Amputations in nylon silk
Butcher her mother, steal the milk
Who killed Nancy Johnson?
Hang it up, rip it out, tear it down
Who killed Nancy Johnson?
The heads of lambs in the slaughterhouse
The baying of hounds when the hunt is out
Humane killers, feathers and tar
The smell of iron, the killing yard
Who killed Nancy Johnson?
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4. |
Communist
02:21
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Communist
I’d like to live in a world, where we took more care of each other
And nobody had to starve, and sleep out on the street
Where a hundred houses, would mean a hundred family shelters
And nobody could own more homes than there were to go around
Where we treated all life as if it had a right to live and breathe and grow
But an objection on the right is heard, a word - I don’t know how to counter
Communist
It's not natural to live life like that
Not normal to be nice - not good - not right
Not human nature to believe in society - that snowflake stuff
Childish to think things should be fair - if that’s you - that proves - you’re a communist
In less than one percent of human time - look around
We’ve come within thirty years of committing - planetary suicide
Still the parasite elite tell us capital, red in tooth and claw, it’s inevitable
The only way to get out of the mess - keep on doing, what we’re doing
But in electric cars
Or with a walk to the shops
Or using more glass jars
I hold my hand up
Communist
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5. |
We Breathe We Burn
03:09
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Breathe…
Breathe in... breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe...
Burn - this is how we
Burn - this is how we
Rip out the handbrake the world is out of control
The driver gone blind there’s no more road to go
A cliff getting near let’s see how far we can fall
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
Burn - this is how we
Burn - this is how we
Fire up the fossilised fuel from down below
Melt another thirty million years of snow
But ice out the guts of the carrion-carrying
Ships, killing trip
Breathe... breathe…
Breathe in
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in, breathe in
Burn - this is how we
Burn - this is how we
Burn - this is how we
Burn - this is how we
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn ... - this is how we burn
Breathe!
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6. |
Rothmans
00:57
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He’s a man who likes women
If they don’t get old
And they do as they’re told
And they’re bodies on the floor
Bodies on the floor
If they’ve got a nice face
Feminine grace
And they know their place
And they’re bodies on the floor
Bodies on the floor
Undressed in pink
With a made-up wink
Not paid to think
Their bodies on the floor
Bodies on the floor
Young and broke
So they laugh at his joke
Breathe in his smoke
Bodies on the floor
Bodies on the floor
Dumb mannequins
With plastered skin
Who’ll let him in
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7. |
Under the Bell
05:57
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Was this the thing that we wanted?
A wander down a cruel path
While you hold your sunshade right up high
So the light won’t burn your throat
Were these the steps we rehearsed?
A march through a bloody park
Sheltered by the gun
While the darkness burns us black inside
Sound slips from silk, it’s white as milk
Go hand in hand through the torture garden
Is this the stream that we need?
A place to cool your pretty feet
While the stones cut into our soles
Cut into your soul, cut into my soul, cut into the -
Language we stole
Shattered words in broken Mandarin
Haunted by the ringing bell and the screams
Of the beaten beaters beating
Sound slips from silk, it’s red like milk
Go hand in hand through the torture garden
You should have heard us talk we were white as chalk
Death sang our praise in the torture garden
Sweet corruption in the perfume on your skin
The peacock cries a broken Mandarin
And under the bell the horror show begins
Sound slips from silk, it’s red like milk
Go hand in hand through the torture garden
You should have heard us talk we were white as chalk
Death sang our praise in the torture garden
And the screams off the beaten beaters beating...
Under the bell...
Sheltered by the gun
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8. |
Six Fingers
01:52
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After all this time, don’t trust my fear
Don’t believe my eyes - they feed me wrong ideas
My smiley face, tag every scene
Suck dopamine from a safe space
In a cold blue light, right kind of sane
Understand wrong from right
Count my fingers in black and white
I
See
Six
And I found my faith, in someone else’s mind
I believe in fact - but not the awkward kind
Unfriend and block, what shouldn’t exist
Cease and desist, whatever doesn’t fit
With a need to belong, and follow from that
And, lead in the end to a way -
To love big brother
I
See
Six
After all this time, I can hear without ears
I can see without eyes, I’ve learned good ideas
I’ve learned good ideas, I’ve learned good ideas
I’ve learned good ideas, I learn good
I see six
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9. |
Trash
03:29
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Roguish twinkle in your eye you must have been a naughty boy at school
Bluff and candid when it suits a charming disregard for every rule
It’s hard to shake the feeling your attempt to act appealing’s aimed at fools
You’re talking trash
The words and pictures clash
You’re talking trash
Well I’m waiting hoping some day truth might break
And we’ll believe we’ll have to say it every day:
We made a big mistake
Listening to your trash
Rhetoric instead of fact
And it was all a load of crap
Everything you say, everything you write, every manifesto you create, every number you make up, every story you cobble together, every principle you pretend you have, is trash
Shut up
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10. |
Notre Dame
02:37
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Demand an image of myself
In broken glass, in oak
Bind the masons to prayer for pay
To keep my fear of death at bay
An idol church to stand in stone
And never fall, never burn
This is power
Bowed low, the people wait
Proclaim me god, I am the state
In one hand war, the other hate
I will insist on faith
This is power
A spire at the top, build and never stop
This is power
A bride for kings to hold, forever bought and sold
This is power
A body built for me, my sanctuary
This is power
Build it high
This is power
This is power
This is power
Let it burn
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