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1. 33322
2. British Disease
3. Heads of State
4. Apathy
5. Fade Away
6. Business Men
7. Someone is Lying
8. Pigman
9. Can't Hear the Words
10. Get to Work on Time
11. Carry on Laughing
12. Straight-Line Thinking
13. Ex-Teenage Rebel
14. Power Games
15. 33322Hatred in the hearts of the young population
Riots in the streets of the “civilized” nation
Was it the poverty? Was it the police?
No - it’s the British disease
The inbred snobbery
The patriot law
Violence and robbery
The state declares war
The youth of today with a broken voice
Have got something to say - they ain’t got a choice
Racist police - backed by the state
Wipe out the ghetto and build up the hate
All the wrong answers
All the wrong ideas
The riot lasts a day
But the problem lasts for years
The great British public they can’t understand
Why should there be riots in this civilized land?
Why is the country being pulled to its knees?
Ignorance is the British disease
Ignorance is the British disease
Ignorance is the British disease
Ignorance is your disease
Ignorance and apathy
Ignorance and bigotry
You found it all so easy to ignore the people who complained and let their anger rise in flames
You thought this country was so great that nobody could ever hate the way the system treated them
And then you wondered why they burnt your buildings downDown in the basement in the house with the police outside
There’s something secret hidden away
In various crates in a paralyzed state
Are the heads for the mood of the day
There’s one full of piety and one for anxiety
And one for when we’re heading for war
And one for the masses and the privileged classes
And one that does nothing at all
The replaceable heads are for the government leaders
Who always seem to change their politics
Like the head for the nation doesn’t deal with immigration
Cos patriots and riots don’t mix
When the head for the day says “I’ll do it this way”
Remember the replaceable head
Cos when they get elected their decisions are rejected
Completely contradicting what they said
So don’t trust the politicians
They don’t make their own decisions
Cos they haven’t got their heads screwed on
For everything that’s said it’s just another head
And a politician’s words can be replaced
But then maybe I am wrong I mean this is just a song
Is it just that politicians are two-faced?Chorus: Drink, Sex, Cigarettes
Ford Cortina household pets
Bombs? War? Famine? Death?
An apathetic public couldn’t care lessThe Public watches ITV
Reads “The Sun” drinks cups of tea
Two-star family stay content
Their lives controlled by parliament
Well daddy’s lost his job again
Because he never had no brains
He only lives to watch TV
His life controlled by apathyChorus
The Russians seem so far away
The government seems to be OK
The papers never mention war
Cos the people that they cater for have got---Chorus
The things that you never knew were there
Or was it that you didn’t care
The biggest problem face to face
An apathetic human raceChorus
We live we die
And in between we sit and wonder why
Why must we someday die?
Tried and tested
We live our lives like our dear parents did
Tied down and restricted
Of gods and guns do we need to die
For Christ’s sake or for anyone?
They call it religion
And so we pray
For god to save us from our evil ways
They call it self-decay
We live we die
In fear of gods and guns and never knowing why
Why must we someday die?
So live your life
In fear of no one
We must have our say
Before we fade awayHere comes the original business man
He smiles at you as he shakes your hand
“Listen to me” He’s got a lot to say
But you don’t understand
No you don’t understand
So you say “OK”
Chorus: They’ll do it once, They’ll do it again
The world is run by business menHe takes your money
You take his word
He tells you things you’ve never heard
He says “Sign here on the dotted line”
But you don’t understand
No you don’t understand
But you think it’s all right
He disappears for a month or two
He ripped you off and you dunno what to do
You’d take him to court but you don’t know his name
Cos business men
Yes business men
Are all the sameChorus
Flowers that decay on the graves that are fresh
The problem got buried alongside the flesh
The contamination of body and soul
By nuclear waste dumped a long time ago
When father was thirty he worked for the state
Producing the weapons to keep a stalemate
Deterrence by inference no one could win
Balancing power but the knife edge was thin
Father was paid so he didn’t complain
But felt it was rather a dangerous game
Producing a toy to destroy, was it wrong?
But problems came up so he had to stay on
The production of waste was the problem to solve
It wouldn’t evaporate or dissolve
They used metal coffins to bury at sea
The nuclear radioactivity
They said it was safe for a very long time
And paid off the papers to say that was fine
And nobody worried about that any more
They were too busy worrying about the next war....
The wastage seeped out and diseases were found
In the lungs of the men who worked underground
“It’s coal dust, it’s cancer, it’s normal” they said
‘Til somebody shouted “These people are dying”
“Someone is lying”
-And father is dead....Guilty conscience stews away in the kitchen
Knock at the door it’s the next door neighbor
Farming is a living killing is a crime
Where do the meatmen draw the line?Chorus: Revenge for the timeless market slaughter
The pigman’s coming lock up your daughterGeneral conversation turns to food
Is it good for me if it’s good for you?
Is it good for the animals? Turn up the heat
The pigman’s coming for his Sunday treatChorus
Guilty conditioning eats in the silence
A knock at the door it’s the pigman’s hatred
Burning holes in your head with his grim reality
It’s the family butcher - lock up your family!Chorus>
Complicated words are stated
Theories become outdated
The innovation of your crime
Is out of tune and out of timeChorus: No! No! I don’t like it!
What we gonna do about it?
Let’s sit down and talk about itAction speaks louder than silence
But action is more than just violence
The thoughts are too strong to keep down
But you can’t hear the words cos the music’s too loudChorus
Political voices
Distortionate noises
The products of our teenage dreams
Is this what entertainment means?
The piercing sound of teenage screams
Talking can’t change anything
Someone said “The boy can’t sing”
This entertainment is absurd
You’re so busy fighting you can’t hear the words
All your violence is in vain
You action men are all the same
Action is more than mindless violence
Look at yourself in paranoid silenceGet up in the morning
Alarm clocks clean socks
Brush your teeth look neat
Join the others on the street
Bus ride tube train
Going off to work again
Up to the third floor
Name on the office door
Paper lying on the floor
Pick it up and do some more
Lunch break break down
Valium and alcohol
Nicotine adrenaline
Don’t it make your head spin?
Back to the grindstone
Head on the guillotine
Pulling all the stops out
Socks up head down
Doing it good
You’re doing it well
Cos you wanna please the boss
But you wish he’d go to hell
But the wages in the brown bag
Underneath the name tag
Are keeping you in line
So you do the overtime
And you get the train late again
Surrounded by the same lame
People playing your game
No one even knows your name
Back straight home late
All the food is out of date
Wife has left a note
Saying “Don’t forget your coat”
Quick snap head back
Living on the wrong track
Should’ve tried refusing
But you could’ve got the sack
It’s getting so confusing
Cos you know you’re only losing
But the choice of ever choosing
Never seemed to cross your mind
So you go to bed at ten
Thinking “never again”
But you get up in the morning
And you get to work on timeWe react
How we feel
So we’re told
But who knows for certain these feelings are real?
Like we read
And we see
All around
Media telling us what to believe
We carry on laughing
In the street
You can see
All the facts
Poverty, violence, hatred, and greed
But it’s not
Part of you
Not as long
As you keep believing the 6 o’clock news
All the dead
All the war
On the film
Making it fiction to make you want more
While we live
In the wake
Of the end
The final decision that one man could make
We carry on blindly
We carry on fighting
So much hate
All around
Can’t you see
How much blood there is soaking into the ground?
But we say
We react
How we feel
Feeling to scared to face up to the facts
We carry on laughingWe are all controlled by reinforcement or rules
Passed by those who are merely the tools of a system
Where achievement is based on deceit of the masses
By someone in whom they believe
We are all controlled by the straight-line thinking of straight-line thinkers
Who gave up drinking and smoking to avoid being lower
Than their aspirations would allow them to go
We are all controlled by fear of the unknown
Because we’re not told all that there is to know
About things we consider as normal existence
So we accept exploitation and show no resistance
We are all controlled in our thoughts and our actions
By things we were told by past generations
Of parents who used to rebel just the same as we do now so who gets the blame?
We are the rebels like the rebels before us
Pre-destined to scream in an out of tune chorus of voices repeating the words of the past
That diffuse in the process of aging too fast
Deep in the soul if there is one it tells you to do
As you feel not as someone outside you dictates through their own misguided conception
Of what part you must play in this game of deceptionWhen I asked you to lend me a fiver
You said you were already broke
And when I explained you were living in chains
You assumed it was some sort of joke
You wanted a job and then got one
And learned jokes about sex, Jews, and blacks
Got married to help pay the mortgage
Got wound up when you had to pay taxesChorus: What happened to you with your ideas?
What happened to all your hopes and fears?
Ex-Teenage rebel- same old storyWhen I asked you what you thought of the arms race
Asking you who’d gonna win?
You remembered a man on the telly and said
“I agree with him”
You say everything’s alright really
You say that I’m just paranoid
You tell me it’s always been the same
And there’s some things I cannot avoidChorus
So what happened to your old opinions?
The thoughts that you had for so long?
That inspired a thousand rebellions
Against what was and still is so wrong
You tell me you used to be “crazy”
And “paranoid” like I am now
You soon realized “There was no reason why”
So you gave up and soon settled downChorus
And I tell you that you are the problem
Which is why you can’t see it no more
The strength of us all could demolish the wall
But you chose to walk through the door
Living a life of compromise
What you’re supporting is what you despised
Was all that you said just a useful disguise?
Or was it all just little white lies?
Little white lies
To help you survive
Is there no guilt in your mind?
Is there no guilt in your eyes?A passing stranger dressed in black
With slogans painted on his back
Turned and stared and laughed and carried on
Another came and did the same
At first they made me feel ashamed
But then I realized what I had done
Without asking I had broke the rules
Without knowing, I had made them fools
By merely looking different
To those who knew the game
The unity was there to see
A mass of non-conformity
There’s something wrong, or is it me?
But they all look just the same
They hung around in silent pairs
And gave out their derisive stares
To anyone who envied or ignored
A leaflet saying “Smash the state
Work in love and not hate”
Got snatched and ripped and ground into the floor
Without asking it, I had caught them out
Without knowing what it was all about
They assumed it was a wind-up or a con
Making sure with a nervous glance
They re-affirmed each other’s stance
And smiled and then forgot and carried on
The passing strangers stayed that way
And rotted away in their own decay
Convinced they’d got it right, the rest were wrong
By deriding them to gain respect
They tied a noose around their neck
And fell when something different came along
Without asking them, they were soon put down
Without knowing why, they looked around
And found a new dictatorship in power
Acting just as they had done
But on the other end it’s not much fun
And all their sweet delusions soon turned sour
One man’s hand is another man’s fist
And so the power games still exist
And on idea is right, the rest are wrong
While such ideas as this are here
We’ll never live without the fear
Of feeling that we somehow don’t belong