So Thatcher's slime escape again More of the shit they make us take Still no end to their sick reign
See Raygun's army rule again Four more years to kill the sane More of his napalm-neutron-hate
And meanwhile Russia sits and waits Prepares her perfect time to take The seconds gone - annihilate!
There's a bomb gone off in Harrods yet another in Belfast Well I say bollocks to the army, in fact - kiss my arse That army aims for one thing, it inflicts misery and pain Well for what you do to others you must expect the same In Eastern countries people cry In Northern Ireland people die America and England bank their lies
Throughout the whole world people cry Throughout the whole world people die Worldwide leaders fuck our lives
Murder, you scream murder well that's the way I look at things But is it right to gun down children because they have got their own feelings These monsters that you title, you madden until insane Well in my book you're the bastard because to you it's just a game
Plunging deeper and deeper in a sea of degradation Still looking for our answers to stop annihilation Thatcher's barmy army who just shit upon the poor Kinnock's fucking puppets for the people - fuck off The police, the marines, all choose to side with them The SAS - their hitman to break rebellion They all don't give two fucks for us, so I've no time for them They can build their Berlin walls but we will smash them down again
They tear our fucking earth in half Expect us to slave for their behalf They're fucking living in the past
It was your bomb in Harrods and they're your bombs in Belfast Because that's what you have created, it is no fault of ours you arse These bastards that you're naming, why not try the mirror mate? Because that bastards your reflection, your oppression creates the hateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
