Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Sir, I Will

The door open -
Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers in the night.
Alone, the are enormous.
Step outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait to suck on flesh,
statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality.
Afraid of death, we can not ourselves.
To is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange like that in black.
It get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a to understand the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you hear the silence
Even when it's there. the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being by it.

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Words don't seem to mean much;
Of anyone we've more that most.
Feelings from the that have been distorted and mocked,
Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand circus.

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Up against the rows of grey who control our lives
The things we have to sometimes seem so frail.
As they plan destruction and respectability,
We offer our and are made outcasts.

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We expect to find ourselves playing this part,
We were concerned ideas, not rock and roll,
But we can't avoid arena,
It's a part of us even if we don't understand it.

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In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't love songs.
What is it that we sing
Our of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that,
Everything that we write is a song.

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We for alternatives,
But the power of the media makes it so difficult
To establish foundations. Their lies and distortions are so
That everything poisoned and corrupted.
We can become media personalities, but it is on their terms.
We're tired of living up to other expectations when our own are so much higher.
Intelligence seems so easily dismissed when it doesn't to mainstream values.
Lennon said "They you if you're clever and they despise a fool",
He was right. Social intelligence merely agreement and compromise.

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The boundaries are becoming as the State becomes more paranoid.
Under authoritarian rule, conformity the only security.
Fear is a weapon against human development.
Cowering in our of self there's little chance of change;
The State is of that. The bomb serves many functions.
If fear of the God is no more,
The Father will govern with his shepherd's crook,
Drawing his flock closer to the of the shadow of death.

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Those of us who out against the status quo
Do so all odds.
We cling so closely
Because we little other than ourselves.
Critics say that just punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists.
hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions.
Throughout history societies condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes,
In so many bourgeois homes Van sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very people.
Why is it that the kind and are subjected to violence and riducule?
How is it that the small and mealy-minded gained so much power?
What has taken place that we are governed by fools?

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We've had problems from self-appointed Gods Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our records that we're a threat to decent society.
them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved thinks they can silence others by denying them their voice?
For sake, who are these lobotomists?
As if only had one side.
Whispered intimacies not get through,
But cries of anguish no barriers.
But how long do we shout
Denied the airwaves, we trust in the to carry what we say.
But sometimes we've found ourselves into the wind
When we should have been confiding in other.
It seems so absurd that we are denied the of ever being truly free.
The terrible inequalities of the peoples of this
Make at best a dream, at worst an insulting privilege.
What space is there for self-expression and personal
When over half the world's population is
There are so many things that might been done,
But rooted on this in the desire to find solution,
There's little to see and feel but the and dying of our world.
But for suffering we might have been a part of it rather than from it.

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the compromises,
Brave fronts, deceitful disguises. What did you know? did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
Turning a blind eye to the just to keep it all together,
But when I'm alone like this I wonder whether it's worth it.
and socialising.
Endless philosophising. What did you What did you care?
What did you What did you care?
Surface agreements, of fact, trying to prove we can do it,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder who can see through it.
and sacrifices.
Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you know? did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
Holding the vision, but losing our sight, endlessly solution,
But sometimes when I'm like this I wonder how much it's just institution.
did you know? What did you care?
What did you What did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
What did you What did you care?
Anarchy's become another word for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you What did you care?
Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. did you know? What did you care?
Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. What did you What did you care?
Another institution, another cross to bear. What did you What did you care?
etc. etc.

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Anything and everything can be so institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. contained by itself.
There's no point in just the words.
The token tantrums aren't enough,
Nor is speed and weed and the Creed.
Exclusive where the various tribes congratulate each other for doing fuck all
Will achieve nothing but the of the status quo.
Punk has spawned rock and roll elite,
Cheap Rotten Vicious imitations thinking change their world
With hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers.
There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their performances,
A thousand empty waiting for their empty stances.
How many times must we hear rehashed versions of Feeding of the
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has one off the wrist?
It's the of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If there was no government, wouldn't there be
Everybody running round, petrol bombs off?
And if there was no force, tell me what you'd do
If thousand rioters came running after you?
And who would clean the sewers? Who'd my television?
Wouldn't people lay about without supervision?
Who'd drive the engines? Who'd fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where robbers go?
And if I told you to Fxxk Off?
if there's no army to stop a big invasion?
Who'd the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration.
Who'd pull the pint at the local Where'd I get my fags?
Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic
If there no hospitals, and no doctors too,
If I'd broken both my legs, where I run to?
If no medication, if there were no nurses,
Wouldn't people die a And who would drive the hearses?
And what if I you to Fxxk Off?
If there were no butchers shops, would people eat?
You'd everybody starving if they didn't get their meat.
If was no water, what would people drink?
Who'd flush away the But of course MINE never stink.
What the children? Who'd teach them in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers in line? Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take doors?
Tell us make a flask of tea and the holocaust?
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The rock and roll swindler it's O.K. to plunder,
So the pirates set sail to rape any ethnic they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub hands in glee
As the slave-boy hunts out in the garbage cans.
Is it any wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Force
When so called radicals work hand in hand with the elite?
Yesterday those wily creeps the status quo,
Today they smarm and charm to its very heart.
Where's the individual in all that?
the hope and aspiration?
Identities become corporations,
Social egos and moulds,
Scholars of ad-man's dreams. futures;
Must we all down aspirins and shine borrowed tans?
Are we so dumb, so cowered into submission
That not are we prepared to eat shit
also prepared to say thanks for the privilege?
Why should we accept servility as a bargain for
Why we passively accept death as a bargain for living?
Why accept this robbery of life? Why this pillage?
For Christ's take up your bed and walk.
Let the see end the deaf hear.
The rights of the individual are dependent
You realising right as an individual.
People are so deluded into thinking they've instrumented choice
Where in reality they're nothing but observers.
Passive observers do but passively observe,
Passively soak up and say "Wow, that's me!",
Passively up destruction and say "Oh no, not us, not me".
There are who strive for value and meaning;
Who search for reason and
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
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They spend before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision and
What chance does anyone have when all the spaces are
Sipping breakfast teas to the sound of Invaders.
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Television is Nuremberg.
to its authority, they become it.
I've seen four old children conforming to media roles.
Main-lining the gross theatre that will become lives.
The television has so dampened anger.
The population is by the flickering screen
And the streets, where the politics of reality were created,
Are deserted at night and the sleep secure.
are under no threat as long as the people are sedated.
Those who suffer head-aches from excessive of electrons are prescribed valium,
Or pay for a fix at the pub men have to piss up the wall
And the stench of urine lasts well into the pint.
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Entertainment is designed to gloss real problems
And often those who profess dissent only add to the deception.
Words are about, but always at the whim of the puppeteer.
sloganeering is just another Punch and Judy show.
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Any that we receive concerning the real world is carefully controlled,
Why would fiction have such licence?
We are to see endless theatrical deaths,
But when the real deaths on the Falklands
Government censors prevented us seeing them.
We were given the excuse of 'National
By the lying who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It matter a fuck to them how many died
As as their popularity ratings didn't suffer,
For that reason we were shielded from the truth.
the real violence is kept from us
We are exposed to constant pantomimes of and destruction.
Those in power are aware that if we had access to the real facts
We would to be simply passive observers.
Media coverage of Viet Nam created massive in the U.S.A.
Thatcher's was aware of that when, embarking on the Falkland charade,
They refused cards to anyone who they knew would not support their line.
Those who did to the Falklands found their reports dramatically cut down.
Meanwhile, at home, we fed fabrications of Britain's 'glorious war'.
The that is now filtering out paints a very different picture.
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It's been said that truth is the first casualty of war,
It is, but the could be said of life.
From birth we are threatened and beaten submission
By family, church, and state.
From then on easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus we hunt out praise
Or, our true nature finds its way to the surface
We hide in the darkness, our between our legs.
At all we are prevented from realising our own potential.
We are conditioned into passive observers.
If the offers war,
We have been to passively accept it.
War can only exist passive acceptance.
It is nothing but a demonstration of the weakness of will.
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If the clown peace
We will have been to accept that too,
But peace can not and will not be maintained passive acceptance.
Peace will constant demonstrations of personal strength,
effort, constant hard work,
Reappraisal, and devotion.
of those qualities were you taught in schoolroom?
Whereas war requires the masses as cannon-fodder,
Peace requires individuals to their own potential,
The odds are against because the State deliberately destroys human will.
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observers offer nothing but decay.
The flowerbeds need weeding, the roses need back before winter.
Freed from sedation, from bondage,
People would their own strength,
But the powerful are aware of this
And already tabs on those who they regard as subversives.
It is easy for them to single out and us
And still for us simply not to bother.
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It is impossible to gauge the effect demands for peace may be having,
The authorities are at concealing dissatisfaction.
For so long people have been saying "No war",
But for all demands little has changed.
that the Peace Movement was growing in strength,
Thatcher appointed as Minister of Defence.
One specific part of his job is to CND,
is the nature of Conservative democraty.
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As pacifist we are too forced back into tokenism,
Making hollow gestures the wheels of the juggernaut.
The is delicate.
The spaces have always been by the gentle and caring,
To be later filled by and egotists.
We can try to fill spaces with the strength of our love.
Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham call it the 'Politics of Whimsy',
But it doesn't end there, is it enough.
Gandhi played a major role in liberating from Britain rule,
But conditions in India are still for the ordinary people.
Limiting Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy,
But if it is a of sexual exclusivity it is a sham.
Aren't we seeking to destroy all of exclusivity?
Does our own oppression us the right to oppress others?
Unless we are prepared to all oppression,
We stand of direct contribution to it.
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The neo-fascist our land
And we resist them on every level.
As outsiders we have few right with which to them,
But on our own, together, we them.
have their law and those who impose it.
We have ourselves and each other.
They their order and those who impose it.
We only have ourselves and other.
It is easy to dismiss who seek peace as dreamers,
But isn't our culture built on past dreams?
It is essential that our dreams a reality
Or will cease to be one.
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Harrods boast that it can any whim that its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them supply me an Exocet and a starving Third World child
And I'll tell the politics of choice.
Equality doesn't enter the ghettos of wealth.
the protective sheath of Thatcher's economy
The right, rich and get even richer
And they, in turn, support her barbaric both at home and overseas.
The Falklands war cost Britain over sixteen thousand million pounds - in whose
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Throughout the millions of people are employed making armaments,
Don't they realise that it's people like themselves who'll suffer the effects of their filthy labour?
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The wealthy obscene with obscene wealth
Applaud the carnage from grandstand.
It's as if they were at Ascot their bets;
Five to one on the Horsemen.
They believe that money can buy them out of the
That they have for the that they bleed dry.
are the true pornographers
The real stylists in perversion.
Rich educated sit dumbly by
Watching their fortunes rise and
In the pressed pin-striped trousers of the City.
whores in rich men's castles.
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The ruling elite with their figurehead
Queen Elizabeth the Second, Virgina,
about on the million of bodies
That have sacrificed to gain their position.
Who are these but those who have made violence pay?
Who are they but the of their ancestors greed and theft?
blood stained flags are rags to our future,
Tattered of our individual rights.
rulers are common murderers and thieves,
But still we bow them.
For how long the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
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For fucks sake where are we in all
We're given life yet we death.
For sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long?
Still we lay before a stylised figure on a crucifix.
As if the stone fool be resurrected.
We are expected to our lives for his
And join him in the ugliness of perpetual guilt.
He hangs as a remainder of our own subjugation.
Let it be known that he is Christ,
Those who emulate him shall suffer thus.
Each settlement is spiked with that image,
conscience nailed to that diet of corruption.
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Military acts are bathed in those tales.
Tired Marines, to fuck and sleep, are blessed in his name.
Pious virgins in desire kneel in worship the myth.
In anticipation of their own death, await his coming.
Sweet Jesus mercy on me.
Jesus, they share his agony.
Sweet Jesus, share his misery.
Fuck his deity.
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Over the world's population is starving,
Crucified by the of landowners,
Helpless against the of priorities
Practiced by the major powers who, if they wanted to, help.
Every minute of the day millions million of pounds
Are spent on the of war.
If a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace,
There be no more starvation on this planet.
Yet pay no heed to the cries of suffering,
They perhaps make token gestures to their consciences,
But no real are made
Because to ensure control the superpowers to maintain the imbalance.
are slaughtered in their homelands
By seeking out new possessions.
of the wealth of the so called developed nations
Has gained at the expense of the Third World
From whom natural resources, mineral and human,
been unscrupulously exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in
And flame-throwers.
The poor and are raped and tormented
By leaders who use power not to assist, but to oppress.
At the of a gloved hand
These can, and do,
Send men to their death,
But not before too have fallen from their bayonets and guns.
Such armies are invariably 'peace keeping forces'.
The hypocrisy is as as it is obvious.
The wealthy, educated, and secure
Make the lives of those less a complete misery.
upon millions of people are dying from malnutrition
Because, to stabilise their economies, governments destroy rather than giving it to the needy.
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"Let them eat cake" Marie Antoinette
As she the calf's blood from her lips.
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"Proud to be British" said Thatcher
As she the Falkland's blood from her hands.
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The ruling elite have no concept of it is to suffer want,
Yet it is who are directly responsible.
In a world where there are people who afford a crust of bread,
These arrogant scabs drive in Bentleys and Rolls Royces.
it amuses them to rub shit into the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such overt displays of
Will not be tolerated by the in the street.
In a society wealth and possession would not be an asset.
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A few years ago a politician was on the
Saying no one in the UK suffered from want.
Next day I saw an old man pleading for a of coal;
His was dying of cold and he was penniless.
in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea,
She lay cold and dead the empty grate.
year thousand of people die of hypothermia,
Too hungry, too cold, too to stay alive.
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At of national crisis it's always the poor who suffer.
"Back Britain" we're
As the rich get richer and the get poorer.
At times of international crisis the same story.
"Back Britain" we're
As the rich get richer and the get killed.
In the of a nuclear crisis,
The rich will retreat to private bunkers with wealth and possessions.
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The of inequality is sanctioned by the church.
With its tradition of from the gentry
The church has been obliged
To ensure that its remains servile.
"Repent ye or be devoured in the flames of hell."
Those very same that devoured their enemies in countless religious wars.
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So often the church has marched hand in hand the military
Casting its blessings the writhing bodies of the battlefield.
Each stab of bayonet is word.
Each crash of steel is word.
Each torn limb and of blood is God's word.
For he so loved the world he gave our begotten sons.
sodden grave and sodding death is God's word.
For he so the world he gave our only begotten sons.
For he so the world he gave our only begotten sons.
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In Christian societies executions are attended by of the church.
Goggle-eyed before the gallows, the chair and the gas-chamber
administer their Christ's blessing.
In poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, up by the state.
Another glorious for civilisation.
One small for man.
One step for mankind.
For he so the world.
He us his only begotten son
And we are expected so to do.
For he so the world.
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Violent, hypocrisy.
How is anyone supposed to deal these contradictions,
and lies? They defy reason.
Oh yes, you can laugh at the absurdity,
Satirise the obscenity, but the soon wears thin
And the wear a colder complexion.
can offer diversion,
But it dilutes anger
And nothing confronted.
We are by dangerous mad-people,
What's about that for fucks sake?
The world is daily with annihilation,
Is that really to be trivialased?
The world is constant threat.
Against this background of
We to create our own authority.
While being bludgeoned conformity
We struggle to our inner selves.
Of course I feel when I'm laughed at in the streets,
But I want to be one of them.
I to be an outsider,
At the time I'd like to come in out of the cold.
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overrules personal fears.
Against the scenario of destruction
We demand a sanity that might the world.
alone excludes us from the mainstream of thought.
History no solutions,
from Mao or Stalin, Hitler or Marx
Simply the oppression.
I'm of political experts,
of 'if onlys'.
They always been the same people,
visionless robots
Who would have us all share death.
History is simply a for oppression,
Written by who practice it.
It is being constantly changed and
To conform to the of the ruling elite.
A tempest of convenience that across the blistered bodies of the dead.
We at best only filtered truths.
of what we see and hear is lies.
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The War was rewritten as it happened.
It was not a glorious for the British spirit,
Nor an heroic defeat of a dictator.
It was a and savage piece of electioneering
to cover up horrific domestic problems.
At a time when a settlement was a possibility,
Thatcher ordered the sinking of the General Belgrado
Killing over hundred men
And horribly mutilating more.
She did this because her neck required bloodshed
To her wisdom in releasing the Task Force.
The history books not document her as a cold-blooded murderer.
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I'm of the dull rationalisation of the politicians.
Weighed with their sums and inadequacies
I feel only anger and hatred for them.
How can anyone become so
How can anyone be so far from human values?
I feel only disgust for twisted minds.
How can peace be through threats of violence?
What kind of hope is there in strait-jacket?
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The authority of those who us
Is supported, and defended
By who are themselves the most oppressed;
Those who, because they no alternative, are in service to the rulers.
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How can I feel anger the squaddy?
Weighed down with his and inadequacies
I can feel only pity and compassion.
How can be so distorted?
How can anyone be so far from real values?
I can feel pity for his twisted mind.
How can freedom be achieved if the fight to uphold
The privileges of those who directly oppress
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We look one eye hoping the other won't see,
That way we need deal with a half of it.
bloody ostriches, oblivious,
Not because we are, but we choose to be.
people see through the lies
But are too to admit it.
It's so easier to be the passive observer.
How much longer can afford to just sit by like this?
All the are there.
unemployment,
Recession, depression.
But who's looking? Who
Tamely the population is being led down the to total bondage.
Government is strengthening its powers.
who stand against it are ridiculed,
Discredited or and punished.
in power are totally cynical.
Rather than the seriousness of the problem
They simply strengthen the army and police to it
They are for the inevitable response.
It happened in Brixton, Toxteth and Side.
It happens daily in Ireland.
Under Thatcher's regime there has been massive increases in brutality.
In police shot down a man
Only to it was the wrong person.
We to inform you. Regret to inform you.
Regret to you. We regret to inform you
That another Christ was shot in the back of the head.
We regret to inform you. Regret to you,
That another Christ, not yet ten old, was shot today,
By agents of Her Majesty's Government, a plastic bullet.
They say that bullets were designed not to kill,
do.
I say human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me;
We do.
We regret to you.
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1984 is a book about the positive of totalitarianism,
Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the is one year early.
With the cold mechanism of the pin arcade
We're around as numbers by the hidden computers.
Software in the hardware. and filed.
We have no access to the that they have stored on us.
Ticker-tape alter egos, portraits.
We are another.
As individuals that mechanical system we are arbitrary,
Wanted for what can be taken from us.
Our future is of no concern to the
Who determine the of our economic well-being.
policies require massive unemployment
Which her order to 'support our boys' nothing but a fucking insult.
When they were thousand miles away dying for her arrogance
She fabricated what was a complete of compassion.
When they're at home, on the streets,
She doesn't give a for them.
Self determination and enterprise are her big lines,
But just how much of that does she offer to
In her contemptible use of
She was prepared to world peace
Saying it was for the self determination of the Falklanders,
Those very same people who a year ago
She was prepared to without a thought.
And now, for all her talk,
are forced to live in a fortress waiting for further hostilities.
Thatcher has recently sanctioned a loan of one million pounds to Argentina
that it was to stabilise world economy.
The purchase of further Exocets and the of nuclear potential
Should do much for world economy, but very for world security.
Just what the fuck was all that bloodshed
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Thatcher has away British self-determination in one single stroke.
She has agreed to install deadly missiles on British soil
Over the Americans have total control.
The American presence is designed solely
To limit nuclear war Russia to the 'European Theatre'.
Meanwhile we are sold the wicked lie of and deterrence.
American war planners have repeatedly that they intend
To the Third World War on European soil;
Cruise missiles greatly increase the of that happening.
to avoid radar detection by skimming the earth's surface,
Cruise missiles are seen as the ideal strike weapon',
They also guarantee a massive response that would make into a nuclear desert.
Military naivety is astounding. The experts believe
they will be able to limit war to the 'theatre'.
In particular show the world will be the stage,
be no encore.
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Thatcher and her cronies talk of tactical response'
And action' causing 'collateral damage'.
These terms are borrowed from American counterparts
And are designed to mask the reality that they describe.
In everyday language 'collateral damage' simply civilian deaths.
In the event of nuclear attack on that would amount to thirty-eight million people.
Is it any wonder that crazy psychotics
Invent jargon to them in their studied madness?
year hundreds of innocent people still die horrific deaths
As a result of the dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
It is that an all out nuclear war
destroy all life on planet Earth.
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We are not fantasy,
Nor doom.
We are talking of an existing
The one that we allow to around us.
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Defence Secretary disputes the kind of information that we offer
Claiming it has 'no basis in fact'.
There are no words to describe the utter
That we for people of his kind.
They sit in their of power
Distorting and all human decency.
How can dare be so blatant?
How can they be so hypocritical?
Who is this Heseltine with his lies?
Who is this Thatcher with her arrogant
These mutants cast their shadows
all that is worthwhile and good.
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Cruise missile will be because Thatcher has created some kind of deal with Reagan.
We probably never know the details of that arrangement.
It will almost certainly involve kind of economic juggling act,
The massive turning political thumbscrews
On U.S. in Britain.
Russian in Afghanistan are nothing
Compared with the bargaining power of capital in the UK.
Whatever the nature of deal is,
It has made Britain America's front line,
The fifty-third State, with no of citizenship.
To many people might not matter,
Fed from birth on American propaganda and trash,
The levels are low.
As long as we accept American domination
We can no real advance.
We are being down the line.
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To many the missiles and warheads might not matter.
To people nuclear reality is too huge to contemplate,
Yet for all people the reality looms in nightmares.
In the nuclear we are expected to accept those nightmares.
Is this really all that we can hope for as
Is this really all we can hope for as death?
Maybe our don't matter that much,
But why our madness on future generations?
Or is it perhaps you no longer believe that there will be future generations?
In your passive of it
You have already the holocaust to happen.
The is ended.
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We are not fantasy,
Nor doom.
We are talking of an reality,
The one that we allow to around us.
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The nuclear hardware produces in the last three
pollute the Earth for thousands of years.
A war will destroy it.
Is that why the trees blossom?
You are and corrupting.
In condemning them to the nightmare
Are you willing to accept the burning of tomorrow's
They know of this sorrow.
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Suffer little children to come me.
Suffer little children to come me.
Suffer little children to unto me.
Suffer little to come unto me.
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In your refusal to act against these dangers
You are guilty of being the passive observer.
Are you so inhuman you will let this happen?
Just a helpless bystander waving your in mute acceptance?
Take up your and see.
Take up ears and hear.
up your mind and think.
Take up life and act.
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It is up to us all as citizens of Earth
To work towards the downfall of the elite.
Their has created dreadful suffering.
Their insanity precludes all and compassion,
They lie, and manipulate.
are the maggots in the flesh of decency,
The vultures that pick at the of hope,
The of famine, war, pestilence, and death.
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They be stopped.
Why should die for their insanity?
Why should people for their insanity?
Why should people the spitefulness of their greed?
We not be intimidated by the authority that they appear to have.
We must be prepared to them on every level,
To back in the knowledge that if we don't
We have failed in our responsibility to life itself.
It has before
That the have risen against the oppressor
Only to be back.
But there have been where they have succeeded.
is a just cause,
It is up to one of us, alone, to do our best.
We must to overcome our fears.
We must that the strength that they have
Is the strength that we them.
It is you, the passive observer who has them this power.
You are used and abused
And will be discarded as soon as they've bled what they want you. You must learn to live with your own conscience,
own morality,
own decision,
own self.
You can do it.
There is no but yourself.
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One squaddy, burnt in the Falklands War,
Was approached by Prince during a presentation.
"Get well soon" the Prince, to witch the squaddy replied,
"Yes Sir, I will".