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1.
Not Lizards 02:16
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
2.
City 02:05
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
3.
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?
4.
Communist 02:21
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
5.
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!
6.
Rothmans 00:57
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
7.
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
8.
Six Fingers 01:52
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
9.
Trash 03:29
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
10.
Notre Dame 02:37
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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The first all-new full-length release from Reading's Who Killed Nancy Johnson? is a DIY recording made in a village hall in Oxfordshire. If that sounds bucolic... you're not listening. By turns vicious, angry and disturbing, WKNJ vary the pace and attack from song to song, but there's an inner vision here and a thematic solidity that make this much more than a collection of songs.

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released June 26, 2020

Recorded Dec 2019-Jan 2020 at the Jubilee Hall, Brightwell-cum-Sotwell, by Stefan Ball.
Mixed Feb-March 2020 by Mark Batey.
Mastered April 2020 by Daniel Husayn/North London Bomb Factory.

Mark Wren - Drums
Pete Moulton - Guitars
Dawid Bychowski - Bass
Stefan Ball - Vocals

Additional vocals by Wren, Moulton, Bychowski.
Additional lead vocal on Under the Bell: Sarah Moulton.

Cover art Cadence Moulton.

Who Killed Nancy Johnson? recording costs are covered by income
from gigs. Our thanks this time to The Wheatsheaf, Banbury; Noise
Merchants Collective; Neil Duncan; Wheatsheaf, Oxford; the Holroyd,
Guildford; Andy Cavendish and the Bird’s Nest, London; Steve and
George Whitehouse; Ian Barthelemy and Runnin’ Blue; Jamie Red
and the Holly Tree, Addlestone; Spinning Chilli.

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"A brilliant band... full of energy... a really cool post-punk feel" - New Music Saturday

"Spiked with amphetamines... a band that embraces punk's origins as well as influences from the last four decades" - thePUNKsite

"It's really worth getting to see these guys" - Punkarolla

"Jaw-droppingly good... more hooks than a deep sea fishing line" - Scene Sussex
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