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Life has a way of forcing your hand
Push you forward or over before you know where you stand
No time to get your bearings before you make your move
Got to make your decisions before you know the truth
Can't stand back, can't calculate
All important experience always comes too late
Think you've got it figured, the equation's changed
You know there's no way you can win this game
Cos like Forrest Gump, there's no guide on the box
Hard labour for life, a chain-gang breaking rocks
Working for reasons that have no utility
Dream of the Good Life, an exercise in futility
Cos now is all that matters, no future's guaranteed
One day it'll be worth it, one day you'll be dead
You slave for your future, you slave for your wage
But there's nowt in the small print saying you'll ever get paid
Trouble with life is it's gone before you know it
You only get one chance and it's so easy to blow it
You plant a seed and don't live to see it growing
When it's all said and done, what's left to show for it?
Yes, life has a way of forcing your hand
Push you forward or over before you know where you stand
No time to get your bearings before you make your move
Got to make your decisions before you know the truth
Can't stand back, can't calculate
All important experience always comes too late
Think you've got it figured, the equation's changed
You know there's no way you can win this game
Cos life has no rehearsal and not much of a plot
And the stage direction doesn't help a lot
Just go through the motions and you can't go wrong
Miming along to someone else's song
Fuck all that, I always wanted something more
Than a shitty existence before I drop through the trap door
Wanna be my own director and write my own lines
But I need more space and I need more time
Trouble with life is it's gone before you know it
You only get one chance and it's so easy to blow it
You plant a seed and don't live to see it growing
When it's all said and done, what's left to show for it?
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Your life is repetition
Being ground down for the pound
Like a hamster on it's wheel
You're just going round and round
Spend all day at work
To earn enough to pay your bills
But it's never ever enough
That's how capitalism kills
Cos they've got you coming and going
You've got to buy back what you make
You're over-charged in the shop while
At work you're under-paid
Can't you see the whole fucking system is rigged?
Like the Will o' the Wisp, yeah they're leading you on
With a carrot and stick, yeah, they're driving you on
But you're going nowhere
You're going nowhere
Can't you see you're not fucking going anywhere?
Aye, but you're saving for a house, you say
For a taste of the goodlife, a car and a holiday
And it doesn't occur to you how it's all related
Cos whatever you do, the Man has gotta be paid
Cos he owns it all! The banks The businesses!
Electricity! Water! The land! Even your fucking life!
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Long live the fundies, long live the extremes
Long live the wild-eyed crazies and their dreams
Without them society will end up in a hearse
Without them society can only get worse
To hell with conservatives and their fucking status quo
Their dreams of stagnation where nothing lives and nothing grows
To hell with the centre and dull grey tedium
To hell with the moderates and their unhappy medium
The world needs it's Marats, out on the fringe
Whose sacred duty is to howl, bitch and whinge
They're the early warning system, they're the lights in the dark
They're the hopes and ideals that ensure a beating heart
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Young un's these days? I don't know....
It weren't like this in my day
1234!
Rosy eyed nostalgia? You'd better think again
Cos youthful rebellion is a long term trend
Every generation revolts against the last
And there's a new generation coming up fast
Every generation must make it's own rebellion
Every generation must rebel
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These are the end days
We've finally reached the point when it all falls apart
Monsters will rise from the deep
Fire will rain from the skies
The Earth will crack and frontiers will shatter
Nothing will be unthinkable
Nothing will be impossible
With the universe in turmoil, entropy is the only law
The last shall be first and the first shall be last
Then the tide will turn one last time and wash it all away
And I don't see a way out
Amidst the chaos and horror, I don't know if I can hold it together
Not alone, not with us few
Maybe not even with the whole world
Cos what are we fighting? Our fate or ourselves?
The wheels are spinning faster
Cracks are visible everywhere
People are just waiting for the Earth to swallow them
Blessed oblivion. Deep sleep and sweet dreams.
I can't deny it: I'm as tempted as the next man to not give a fuck
So why do I?
I've got no love for conflict, so why not go with the flow?
Maybe I'm the optimist
Maybe I don't believe this
But I've gotta agree with Dostoevsky: consciousness is a bitch
This is what I am
I'm a self-made man
I'm the only thing standing between being and nothingness
Existence is struggle and also it's own reward
The only meaning in life is to strike sparks in the darkness
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They call them chav scum and in every respect
They fit the profile of the prime suspect
They've been demonized, all coated with tar
And if they were black we'd see what bigots you are
Cos we've seen this before, many times in fact
With skins and punks and mods and teddy boys before that
When working class youths assert their identity
There's a chorus of horror and authorities react
They're the faceless phantoms that haunt the street
The wretched of the earth, the ghosts at your feast
And who can say what purpose it serves?
Every society gets the demons it deserves
Scorned and ignored at the bottom of the heap
Creatures living in darkness, down in the deep
Plebs, peasants, underclass, lumpen proles
They're not people like us, you know they've got no souls!
A resource to exploit, a problem to control
They're a mob you can't trust, best keep them on parole
Cos they're objects, not actors, yeah, they have no voice
Always subject to your rules, never given a choice
Crude in manners with uncultivated minds
Economically redundant, getting left behind
While the well-to-do always howl about yobs
They'd rather pay the shareholders than invest in jobs
And there's no way out, it's so hard to transcend
To get what you need you've gotta make the rules bend
Beat down by the right hand, sold out by the left
They're all the evidence you need that property is theft
Cos they're the ones who go without while others have it all
This witness is still insisting it was a push not a fall
And it was you who did that, you fucking middle class twat!
Every time you vote for tax cuts, the working class get a slap
And endless generations of social degradation
Have left their mark on half of this nation
People mock what they fear and you've got to expect
Deny us dignity and respect, you might well fear what you'll get
They're the faceless phantoms that haunt the street
The wretched of the earth, the ghosts at your feast
And who can say what purpose it serves?
Every society gets the demons it deserves
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Remember, remember the 5th of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot...
A bonfire, a beacon, a signal to the nation
A plan, an explosion, to spark the revolution
Remember, remember the 5th of November
When we'll burn all the symbols and piss on the embers
And that's only the start before we march to the heart
Of this twisted system and tear the fucker apart
Cos a time inevitably comes when enough is enough
When the people rise up and seize the state by the scruff
And drag it out on the street and throw it down at the feet
Of the poor and oppressed and their revenge on the elite
And we'll shed no tears for a fallen tyrant
Least of all now that the future is pregnant
With new hope and ideas and a world of possibility
And not just for some, but for all of humanity
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Appearance is important - you've got to look the part
Nose rings and bright pink hair make you look well 'ard!
And when you pull your stunts make sure no-one's hurt
Headlines are very well, reality's apart
Rent-a-moan bullshit ain't gonna change the world
But PR says it's good and it helps you get the girls
Slag it off, put in the boot, fight it all the way
But when they call you're first in line to get your worthless wage
Chorus:
Softly, softly bring it on down
Snarl for the cameras and put it around
That you're real and you're angry at the hand that feeds
This is anarchy! (That's not anarchy!)
We wanna destroy the world
We wanna destroy ourselves
We'd kill you if we could
The only thing is that we daren't!
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Now I don't give a toss about the general election
Cos all my hopes and ideals lie in another direction
And I don't see the point in putting an X in a box
Cos I know what it is, it's the illusion of choice
But I'm not apathetic so don't give us that shit
Cos I know how this works, the problem's systematic
The range of choice is so narrow it might as well have been rigged
Cos whichever way you vote you'll always get a Tory pig
Now there's some things politicians never like to discuss
Like capitalism and the state and the damage it does
And not just to minorities but also to the masses
While the media frames debate to suit the ruling classes
Yeah there's certain places politicians just won't go
Cos they know their real role is to maintain the status quo
That's why nothing will change despite the promises they make
They call this democracy, I call it fucking fake
Cos the reality in Britain is Have's vs Haven't's
And this system wouldn't last if there was really free ballots
Agendas are set by the existing elite
Your opinion doesn't mean shit if you're just a man on the street
Cos you've got to have money to make your voice heard
Even when a million marched they never heard a single word
Though the will of the people was against their aims
They still had a free-hand to play their war games
So now you know why I'm not going to vote
Cos the whole system's fucked, it's nothing but a sick joke
I'm sick of compromise and I'm sick of their lies
To give them your vote is to legitimise their crimes
Fuck the Labour party and fuck the Tory scum
Thieving, murdering bastards, yeah, every single one
We've got to tear it down from foundation to steeple
Cos the key to real democracy is Power to the...
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The first new Rude Corps record in nearly 3 years, this is a 7 track punk EP with 5 bonus songs of the industrial / electro-punk persuasion.
