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A38/When You Die
03:34
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Take a right then a left out of Chris’ house keep on going to the roundabout take the third exit soon it’ll be great soon you’ll end up on the A38
Doing a gig in Burton or Chesterfield all crammed into the Cheneymobile get pissed on the journey end up in a state riding along on the A38
You’ll be forgotten when you die no lasting legacy no respite
Favour for a favour you sort it for a mate the hands of time will be unkind on high inflation rates business is a vampire and lovers foot the cost lives are made and lives are gone and memories are lost graveyards fill as oil spills and petrol bombs go falling righteous men become undone and fools now carry warning
You’ll be forgotten when you die no lasting legacy no respite
Charity begins at home but beggars still go wanting the emptiness of information ensures a new day dawning they said it 60 years ago and still we save and borrow spend today with recklessness forget about tomorrow preachers stand upon their boxes singers sing right from the heart no-one ever listens and we go back to the start
You’ll be forgotten when you die no lasting legacy no respite
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2. |
Countryside Bastard
01:49
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You can find me in a cage in the pet shop and you can take me home for less than 50 quid call me Flopsy call me Bugs give me cuddles and give me hugs and pay for my injections
Hawks and foxes are all tossers I will outcompete the otters Hay and bitches I'm going to grab it cos I'm a Netherland lop-eared rabbit
The white-tipped tail is down to the ground into your graden without a sound when the bloodhounds come there's no man can save me I'll hide in a bush and I'll cry like a baby
I've been sniffing around your livestock might steal a chicken kill a cock on the run from bloodhound dogs and toffs I'm your average urban fox
Now we come to the hero of the tale the one who was born and raised to prevail given his powers by kingdom and country he's got a fucking shotgun and he's not afraid to use it
I've got a horse and a gun license I've got them critters good and frightened I'm not into sex and violence I'm in the Countryside Alliance
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Edge of Defeat
02:34
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Here’s to the old man who drinks on his own
Talking to strangers that he’ll never know
Because isolation is no kind of home
We live on the edge of defeat
Here’s to the mother who’s bound to the home
Can’t leave the house cos there’s nowhere to go
And here’s to the agencies who don’t want to know
We live on the edge of defeat
Here’s to the officer who kicks down the door
And binds your hands while you’re pressed to the floor
And here’s to the children he works to support
We live on the edge of defeat
Here’s to the brave lads that die in Iraq
Our boys or their boys they’re not coming back
I’m not saying change the record I’m saying change the track
We live on the edge of defeat
Here’s to the young men who drink through the night
Go down the town in the hope of a fight
You think when you’re young you will never die
We live on the edge of defeat
Here’s to the old man who drinks on his own
And the young man with a rifle so far from home
You enter this world and you leave it alone
We live on the edge of defeat
Here’s to the young men, popping and locking
They march on down to London and come back in a coffin
Picking a war with the big boys in blue
A time to stand up and fight but they say fuck you
Your rights are gone your days are numbered
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4. |
Fuck Richard Felix
02:39
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Dead men tell you lies and they speak through the mouths of charlatans
Dead men speak in tongues only heard by the twisted and insane
As above so below no dead men give a shit about you
No glowing lights to lead you home no icy hands to drag you down
No dead men give a shit about you
Dead men they come back as livestock and you know you have to treat them right
Dead men they watch over you and appear as blurry lights on photographs
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5. |
Religion in a Bottle
02:23
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Loving hands are paralysed the preacher waits for death
Rot away like built from clay by maker’s divine breath
Humanity has changed in ways the pious fail to see
The truth of life is set aside in Jesus we are free
2000 years of lies
Where’s your god now
Indoctrination from the cradle to your dying grave
Thought pollution tricks the mind in wanting to be saved
Lobbyists control the flow of power from the state
Christian soldiers preach of love and fill the world with hate
2000 years of lies
Where’s your god now
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Indoctrination
02:26
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Capital dependency creates a state of conflict driven by division between the owner and the buyer foreign policy is designed to protect those who loan aggressively and raise interest higher
You turned indoctrination into an art form and I won’t suffer it any more
Dictators rise to power on British made equipment and choose to break the terms of the free trade agreement the coalition of superpowers declares an intervention and the UK supports those with capital investment
You turned indoctrination into an art form and I won’t stand for it any more
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7. |
Pointless Riot
02:04
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Here come the hooded youths all marching down the street grab a brick or firebomb the time has come to greet your newest acquisitions clean white trainers and TVs follow us on facebook use your iPhone check your tweets
Gonna be a riot a pointless riot less police more common sense that’s where our money should be spent
Here come the ministers the white men in clean suits they tell the snipers which direction they should shoot they talk of broken Britain a nation of disrepute and employ a league of middlemen for a million or two
Gonna be a riot a pointless riot
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8. |
Release
02:21
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Today is like any other the sun will rise and then will fall
The news speaks of atrocity tomorrow you'll forget it all
Caged me cry for freedom victims cry for peace
This life is so distracting all I want is release
I wake up in the morning I cannot lift my head
The population rises the natural way is dead
Extinction seen as progress a species lost the way
The world we'll have tomorrow is not that one we have today
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9. |
Hitler Youth
02:01
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I don’t wear a uniform cos I have no will to conform
The shit that went down before I was born has taught me how to think
The UK’s not a fascist state but believe me man we won’t have long to wait
And folks like you will think that’s great until your rights are gone
Strip the shirt from off your back forced to march upon the track
Soldier on and don’t look back at the life you left behind
Become a number not a name think and act and look the same
As long as you shoulder the blame while you still have a voice
Fascist UK the way it’s gonna be
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10. |
Hippy Critical
03:17
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I know you want to save the world but don't you think it's funny how easy is is to be an activist when your mum and your dad have got loads of money
And you'll organise a benefit for people just like you where you can bitch and moan about the tribulations your privileged lives have put you through
Hippy is short for hypocrite you think you're righteous I think you're full of shit
Get on a bus and go to London and stand with all of your friends
You can wave some banners and throw some eggs until the world's injustice ends
And you want some raw recruits from people just like me but every time you open up your mouth a wiser man will disagree
Get fucked and die you're lost in time
No a single good idea since 1969
man can't live on tofu alone
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11. |
Mr Cameron
01:50
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Mr Cameron we think you're full of shit you tried to run the country and look what you did with it
Mr Cameron your party is a farce so take your nazi policies and stick them up your arse
Mr Cameron I don't mean to digress but where would the country be without the NHS
Mr Cameron you want to have it all but you and Ian Duncan Smith can go and suck my balls
Mr Cameron your policies are flawed if you went in for 'Twat of the Year' you'd definitely win the award
Mr Cameron I think you're such a knob, I used to have a decent life and a decent fucking job
Mr Cameron we were better off with Brown, at least he was a working man and not a fucking clown
Mr Cameron you support the hunt, you and your Eton schoolboy mates are a bunch of fucking cunts
(Indeterminate posh Eton toff bastard noises)
Mr Cameron can't you read the signs, listen to your people and just fucking resign
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Luddite Bastard Derby, UK
Formed in 2009, Luddite Bastard are a 4-piece punk/skacore/thrash band based in Derby, UK.
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