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i am no feeble christ, not me he hangs in glib delight upon his cross above my body christ forgive. forgive? i vomit for you jesu shit forgive down now from your cross down now from your papal heights from the churlish suicide, petulant child down from those pious heights royal flag bearer, goat, billy i vomit for you forgive? shit he forgives he hangs in crucified delight nailed to the extent of his vision his cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin he would nail my body upon his cross suicide visionary, death reveller rake, rapist, lifefucker, jesu earthmover, christus, gravedigger you dug the pits of auschwitz the soil of treblinka is your guilt your sin, master, master of gore, enigma your carry the standard of our oppression enola is your gaiety the bodies of hiroshima are your delight the nails are the only trinity hold them in your corpsey gracelessness the image i have had to suffer the cross is the virgin body of womanhood that your defile you nail yourself to your own sin lamearse jesus calls me sister there are no words for my contempt every woman is a cross in his filthy theology in his arrogant delight he turns his back upon me in his fear he dare not face me. fearfucker share nothing you christ sterile, impotent, fucklove prophet of death you are the ultimate pornography in your cuntfear, cockfear, manfear, womanfear, unfair warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare jesus died for his own sins, not mine
fuck the politically minded here's something i want to say about the state of the nation the way it treats us today at school they give you shit drop you in the pit you try and try and try to get out but you can't because they've fucked you about then you're a prime example of how they must not be this is just a sample of what they've done to you and me chorus: do they owe us a living? course they do course they do owe us a living? course they do course they do owe us a living? course they fucking do! they don't want me anymore threw it on the floor used to call me sweet thing i'm nobody's plaything now that i am different you'd love to bust my head you'd love to see me cop-out love to see me dead chorus the living that is owed to me i'm never going to get buggered this old world up up to their necks in debt give you a lobotomy for something you ain't done they'll made you an epitome of everything that's wrong chorus don't take any notice what the public think so hyped up with t.v. just don't want to think use you as a target demands and advice when you don't want to hear it say you're full of vice chorus
i am product, i am a symbol of endless, hopeless, fruitless, aimless games i'm a glossy package on the supermarket shelf my contents aren't fit for human consumption i could tragically injure your perfect health my ingredients will seize up your bodys function i am the dirt that everyone walks on i am the orphan nobody wants i am the staircarpet everyone uses i am the leper nobody wants to touch....much i am a sample, i am a scapegoat for useless, futureless, endless, mindless ideas. i am a number on the paper you file away portfolio you stick in the drawer i'm the fool you try to scare when you say "we know all about you, of that you can be sure" i don't want your crazy system i don't want to be on your files your temptations i try to resist them cos i know what hides beneath your smiles, its.........est i am a topic, i am a subject for useless, futureless, endless, mindless debates you think up ways that you can hide me from the naive eyes of your figurehead but don't you find that it ain't easy? wouldn't you love to see me dead? answer is to give me treatment for crying out when you give me pain leaves me with no possible remnant poke your knives into my brain you send me insane i'm an example, i'm no hero of the great, intelligent, magnificent, human race well i'm part of the race that kills for possessions part of the race that's wiping itself out part of the race that's got crazy obsessions locking people up, not letting them out hate the living dead and their work in factories go like sheep to their production lines live on illusions, don't face the realities all they live for is that big blue sign it says, it says ford i'm bored, bored, bored, bored
won't destroy the world, no, they're not that crazy not dealing with the town hall not that crazy no political solution so why should we bother? whose fucking head do you think they're holding it over? four. three. two. one. fire. chorus: they can't wait to use it they can't wait to use it they can't wait to try it out they can't wait to use it they've got a bomb, they've got a bomb and they can't wait to use it on me twenty odd years now waiting for the flash (x2) all of the oddballs thinking we'll be ash four minute warning has run on into years are we waiting for them to confirm our fears? four. three. two. one. fire. chorus they can build them small call it tactical stop the fallout, make it practical smash the misfits who foul up their scene practical, tactical, killing machine four. three. two. one. fire. chorus
Back To Topyes that's right, punk is dead it's just another cheap product for the consumers head bubblegum rock on plastic transistors schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters cbs promote the clash ain't for revolution, it's just for cash punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be ain't got a thing to do with your or me movements are systems and systems kill movements are expressions of the public will punk became a movement cos we all felt lost leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost punk narcissism was a social napalm steve jones started doing real harm preaching revolution, anarchy and change sucked from the system that had given him his name well i'm tired of staring through shit stained glass tired of staring up a superstars arse i've got an arse and crap and a name i'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame steven jones, you're napalm if you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm? patti smith, you're napalm, your write with your hand but it's rimbaud's arm and me, yes, i, do i want to burn? is there something i can learn? do i need a business man to promote my angle can i resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle i see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear the social elite with safetypins in their ear i watch and understand that it don't mean a thing the scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting punk is dead. punk is dead. punk is dead.
6. REJECTnot for me the factory floor sweeping up from nine to four not for me the silly rat race don't see the point in anycase people ask me why i say what i do i say to them "well wouldn't you?" if you were fucked up just like me a reject of society they say i dig a hole and jump right in well i don't give a shit about anything i don't comply to their silly rules all they are is hypocritical fools chorus: you give us conscience money now you start to worry the frankenstein monster you created has turned against you, now you're hated they tell me i'm not what they'd like me to be it's their fault, you can't blame me they fucking tricked me half the time now they've got to stand in line they don't like it when they see me have fun they turn around and then they run they don't listen to what i say reject of society chorus (x 3)
chorus: seen it all before, revolution at my back door who's to say it won't happen all again cos the generals sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain they talk from the screen and t.v. tube talk revolution like it's processed food talk anarchy from music hall stages look for change in colour supplement pages they think that by talking from some distant tower they something might change in the structure of power they dream, they dream, never walk on the street they dream, they dream, never stand on their feet chorus alternative values were a fucking con they never really meant it when they said "get it on" they really meant "mine, that's mine" don't you see? they stamped on our head so that they could be free they formed little groups, like rich mens ghettoes tending their goats and organic tomatoes while the world was fucked by fascist regimes talked of windmills and psychedelic dreams chorus
banned from the roxy...ok i never much liked playing there anyway said they only wanted well behaved boys do they think guitars and microphones are just fucking toys? fuck 'em, chosen to make my stand against what i feel is wrong with this land just sit there on their overfed arses feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes keep their fucking power cos their finger's on the button got control and won't let it be forgotten truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun proof of that is belfast and that's no fucking fun seeing the squaddy lying in the front yard seeing the machine guns resting on the fence finding the entrance to your own front door is barred got the fucking nerve to call it defence seems their defence is a just the threat of strength protection for the privileged at any length government protecting their profits from the poor rich and the fortunate chaining up the door afraid that the people may ask for a little more than the shit they get, shit they get, shit they get, shit they get, shit they get, shit they get, shit they get, shit they get, defence? shit, it's nothing less than war and no one but the government knows what the fuck it's for oh yes they say it's defence, say it's decency mai lai, hiroshima, know what i mean? same fucking lies with depressing frequency they say "we had to do it to keep our lives clean" whose life? whose fucking life? who the fuck are they talking to? whose life? whose fucking life? i'll tell you one thing, it ain't me and you and their systems, christ, they're everywhere school, army, church, the corporation deal fucked up reality based on fear fucking conspiracy to stop you feeling real well they ain't got me, i'd say they're fucking wrong i ain't quite ready with my gun but i've got me song banned from the roxy, ok never much like playing there anyways guns
this country tell us that we're down and out got you thinking that we're through got to suffer to get us moving say it's up to me and you well, look around and you'll see who gets the goods not you or me cause they ain't suffering no, not for us they're masquerading like pissers must they abuse us, keep us right underfoot with the illusion of contentment and good well it's not over, war's still around and they've got no problem when you're underground
fight war, not wars (x 8)
fuck is womens money we pay with our bodies there is no purity in our love, no beauty just bribery, it's all the fucking same we make soldiers with our submission wars with our isolation fuck is womens money we pay with our bodies there is no purity in motherhood, no beauty just bribery, it's all the fucking same we are all slaves to sexual histories our awareness of whoredom can be a release war is mens money, they pay with their bodies there is no purity in that game only blood, death and bribery it's all the fucking same but we've got the power don't just stand there and take submission on the strength of fear fight war, not wars
i'm a private in a private army etc.. i am a working for securicor take the money and come back for more i want to do it cause i know i should for the customer and the common good i walk around with a big alsation he'll re-arrange you with no provocation and i'm the bugger who has got the lead and you'll have to be bright if you want to get at me securicor cares, securicor cares securicor scares the shit out of you do you want to come closer? i block the pavement with my club and hat deal in money that you can't get at you want to use me cause i'm up for rent well tough shit, cause i'm really busy you ought to know me cause i've been a cop out of the army where i learned a lot some kids still chuckle when they see my van but it's not all money sonny do you want to come closer? securicor cares, securicor cares securicor scares the shit out of you do you want to come closer? do you want to come closer? i'm a private in a private army etc..
do you really believe in buddha? buddha sucks do you really believe in jesus? jesus fucks chorus: is it alright really? it is alright really? is it working? do you really believe in marx? marx fucks do you really believe in thatcher? maggie sucks chorus do you really believe in the system? well o.k. i believe in anarchy in the uk chorus
you're paying for prisons, you're paying for war paying for lobotomies, you're paying for law paying for their order, paying for their murder paying for your ticket to watch the farce knowing you've made your contribution to the systems fucked solution to political pollution no chance of revolution no chance of change you've got no range don't just take it, don't take their shit don't play their game, don't take their blame use your own head, your turn instead it's not apologise, it's not economise it's not make do, it's not pull through it's not take it, it's not make it it's not just you, it's not madmen it's not difficult, it's not behave it's not, oh well, just this once it's fucking impossible it's fucking unbearable it's fucking stupid fucking stupid
the angels are on t.v. tonight grey puke, celluloid shit the army have sent a mission to ireland just to see to it kojack is on the streets again grey puke, fucking shit the army say the seek peace in ireland and they'll see to it chorus that they keep in line, horizontal hold keep in line, vertical hold keep in line, brightness keep in line, contrast keep in line, vision on coronation street is on twice a week grey puke, fucking shit the army say they seek peace in ireland and they'll see to it the army are on the news report real war. bullets. death they're beating fuck out of someone they caught just to see to it chorus (vision off)
doesn't take much to bring you down there are plenty of people standing round wait till you slacken off just a bit then they fill you up with passive bullshit it's too good. it can't last. what a shame watch out for the quiet ones at the back all they want is the smallest crack everythings happening down the front innocent bystander you're the biggest runt fuck the punks, punks are fucked it's too loud, awful row they can't play, they'll give up in the end, what a shame oh what a shame (x 2) it's still the same that's what you think watch out for the quiet ones at the back all they want is the smallest crack everythings happening down the front innocent bystander you're the biggest runt we all know, it's so bad, but we say so what a shame
they ask me why i'm hateful, why i'm bad they tell me i got things they never had they tell me go to church and see the light cos the good lord's always right so what, so what so what if jesus died on the cross so what about the fucker, i don't give a toss so what if the master walked on the water don't see him trying to stop the slaughter say i wouldn't have to live from bins if i would go along, confess my sins say i shouldn't commit no crime cos jesus christ is watching all the time so what, so what so what if he's always over my shoulder i realise the truth as i get older get to see what a con he is because it's my life, mine not his well, they say they're going to send me away say they're gonna make me pay we're sorry but you've gotta go cos you were naughty, you said "no" so what, so what so what if i see through the lies so what if the people i despise twist my arm and make me work i'm no deaf, dumb, fucking jerk i'm no spastic lying in the street i'm no superstar elite i'm just a person, human being no you're not you're a part of the machine you're a part of our machine, because we want you to be got you now and you'll never be free we can even have your body after you're dead we can take the eyes out of your fucking head yes we'll take them out, use them again we can do it you know, cos we've got your brain we'll crucify you like we crucified him make you obey our every whim we've got the power, power and the glory heard that before in a different story story i heard covered up the truth didn't touch on the actual, factual proof didn't say about the bodies in the concentration camps didn't say about the knives under the lamps don't say the ovens are still warm don't say this wretched little form is a human being who wants to live but not in the snot and shit they give say that i better keep quiet or they're gonna douse my light jesus christ can save my life but i can always use the knife so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what
(lyrics same as "do they owe us a living")
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