Eight years of hard labour now seems suddenly to fade Away we stand defeated, at home the police invade Prosecutions hit an all time high, A.L.F. friends locked inside Our own they turn against us. Well you've got what you want, now shut you mouth
Fuck you, fucking fuck off, can't you see what you're destroying? They sit back fucking creasing up as we squabble assisting all of them You are what you think and that's nothing, can't you see what we say is you? Scurrying around like angry ants, banging our heads on the same wall
Stop; don't think that we are very close to getting there - where? They give us tiny victories to keep us all content To trick us into false achievement, the realisation difference Look, everything we gain is what they let us have Abort the system all you like, but the board game's titled 'power' And who's got the board game in hand
The story continues, big business thrives The world is endangered every day of our lives They build their arsenals of armies, tanks and guns Do you still consider life as simply being all fun? Next time you see protest, ask yourself why? People shout and scream, they want peace more than a dream We simply want to live in the way we choose One day there will be no rulers of the roost
So you stand back with your ideals, your rightful personal opinions Taking what you want from me but don't say I haven't given I won't be stuck on the Christmas tree; I won't dictate what you should be Now I just dream of being free And tears fill my eyes when I think of what it could have been Keep at the battle although support may die Watch every move they make, but always ask why
I'm now glad I stand your outcast; I know we saw it through the past And any move we made wasn't judged by good results But by the stereotypes who made us their new cult We stepped across the lines the music biz neatly drew We heard the screams of "sell out shit" But didn't have a clue Some sell their arse to the BBC; I'm so proud they don't want me While they have their fantasies, their technicolour dreams Remember that reality always breaks through, proving life's just what it seems There's still the Government's police force, complete with boots and gloves That puts a whole new meaning on the precious word love The boot still goes in in Ireland, treading on the hands Still misery and poverty, throughout the pleasant land Still the threat hangs above our heads known by many names That's now nice and neatly packaged into harmless TV games
So we'll continue fighting
Yes that's right, we destroyed our own following Smashed the legs from the pedestal, amongst howling and hollowing Rose a movement standing so strong against all wrongs It's a world where little changes but the importance of songs Has never been so great did it come too late? Some set out to destroy us perhaps they like the state Twelve years of Tory conditioning, police and state privilege Finally proved too much for those now broken and fucked But out of it came one important achievement, self-respect, dignity, the acknowledgement of trying There is no independence, and that's how it's going to stay Not many understand madness, no one understood Conflict Conflict is to clash, a battle
The house that man built stills stands strong The Centro Iberico's now defunct A nation of animal lovers coincide With the stupid bastards who help EMI Turning rebellion into money Its time to see who's who But the serenade is dead This is not enough, the battle continues We increased the pressure from protest to resistance to the ungovernable force The Final Conflict. Our war of words.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
