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Family Man
05:01
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Family Man
The clock on the wall
Reads quarter past five
I'm sick and dirty
Don't know if I'm dead or alive
I hate my job
I don't like what I do
Day in day out
Selling myself to you
The pittance that you pay me
Ain't enough to buy the gravy
Or spuds and roast turkey
On which I'm s'posed to feed
You suck me dry
You bleed my life
Take take take take
All the money I try to hide
The wife needs a new coat
Little Jimmy needs new shoes
Guess I got those family man blues
As the clock on the wall
Ticks away my life
I work day in day out
An' all night to survive
Just around christmas
My mind began to snap
Went an' borrowed
A little prezzie from my dad
I'm gonna kill santa clause
I'm gonna kill santa clause
I'm gonna kill santa clause
I'm gonna kill santa clause
Got into work about half past four
Put my foot through my bosses door
Levelled my pistol
At the centre of his head
Pulled the fucking trigger
Now my boss is dead
I offered no resistance
As the police took me away
An' now I'm sitting in this lonely cell
Just waiting for the day
When I will finally die
And they'll set me free
To be once more with my family
I'm just a family man
Family man
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2. |
Downpression Blues
05:08
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4 months into 28/Downpression Blues
I step out of the car
Say my goodbyes and hit the road
With a pocket full of borrowed change
I stumble through the cold
To find myself reflecting on the date
And laughing at the coincidence of her demise today
This is the diary of a blackman
4 months into 28
I'm glad to see the back of you
I wish the rest you'd take
As you say your leaving
a little song fills my head
Hay ho hidey ho
The wicked bitch is dead
If I die in this gutter
Take this word for memory
I was born in England in the summer of '63
The whole of my working life
I've watched this country bleed
As you've trampled on the needy to satisfy your greed
This is the diary of a blackman
4 months into 28
I'm glad to see the back of you
I wish the rest you'd take
As you say your leaving
a little song fills my head
Hay ho hidey ho
The wicked bitch is dead
No freedom of speech
No union power
Can't protest on the street
Without being kicked down
We're sitting on the edge of the 4th world war
The sick are turned away from hospital doors
This is the diary of a blackman
4 months into 28
I'm glad to see the back of you
I wish the rest you'd take
As you say your leaving
a little song fills my head
Hay ho hidey ho
The wicked bitch is dead
The victories that you claim
Have left a trail of misery
But now they say there'll be a change
But I find that hard to take
As every asshole around you fights to fill your shoes
They change the names but the games the same
It's called downpression blues
This is the diary of a blackman
4 months into 28
I'm glad to see the back of you
I wish the rest you'd take
As you say your leaving
a little song fills my head
Hay ho hidey ho
The wicked bitch is dead
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3. |
Screaming Song
03:18
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Summer's coming to this place
I can feel it's warmth upon my face
No snow this year, just wind and rain
Ain't it funny how the weather patterns change
This is a screaming song
You gotta scream it all day long
Aha Aha Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
This is a screaming song
You gotta scream 'cos there's something wrong
Aha Aha Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Last year lakes dried
Mud hardened, crops died
Heard someone say just the other night
I don't give a shit just as long as the weather's nice
This is a screaming song
You gotta scream it all day long
Aha Aha Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
This is a screaming song
You gotta scream 'cos there's something wrong
Aha Aha Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
There's a hole in our skies
Across the world people get fried
Every company preaching green
Gotta change our way to save humanity
This is a screaming song
You gotta scream it all day long
Aha Aha Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
This is a screaming song
You gotta scream 'cos there's something wrong
Aha Aha Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Wid things
You make my heart sing
You keep everything growing
Oh wild things
Wild things
You make my head spin
You keep everything breathing
Wild things
WILD THANG
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4. |
Hold Hands for Jesus
03:17
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Bought a ticket to a football match
But the teams weren't there
Just lots of women in felt hats
And their well dressed men
Mesmerised by a figure on stage
An American
The bigot claimed to make sense of life
But he lied to them
Hold hands for jesus
But he ain't gonna come
Hold hands for jesus
And stay deaf and dumb
Hold hands for jesus
As you persecute the gay
Hold hands for jesus
While all his rules you break
Two thousand years and we've all been lead
Like a flock of sheep
And when i look at whats been done in gods name
It makes me want to weep
You've inquisitioned, warred an' conquered with pain
Only to claim your meek
Take a long good look at what's been spent
Your profits were just stains on the hands of government
Ya held hands for jesus
As you enslaved the black
Ya held hands for jesus
And stabbed the Aztec in the back
Ya held hands for jesus
Down at Wounded Knee
Ya held hands for jesus
Stained red with herstory
From tribal clans to red man
You labelled all as heathen
Then took their lives
And stole their lands
To rule whats left with dirty hands
You crushed their temples beneath your halls
And chained your critics to the wall
And now we see it's your time to fall
Ya held hands for jesus
To form a chain of pain
Ya held hands for jesus
So ya can't be blamed
Ya held hands for jesus
But ya couldn't see
The evil hand of government
Controlling you on a puppet string of hypocrisy.
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5. |
Gold
02:32
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GOLD
There's a plague
Called the Midas touch
Yellow ore so cold
It burns you to the touch
A cause of misery
Through our herstory
It's true value
Written in blood
Ahh What's it worth
An what's it cost
Would its value have risen
If more lives had been lost
Ahh tell me just who really paid
To put those rings upon your fingers
An' for the bars that sit in banks
While the thieves try an' tell us
To the lord we must give thanks
There are many graves
That line the yellow brick road
Sad tales of murder
People bought and sold
African and indian
Slain by Europeans
Their civilisations
Buried in dust
Ahh What's it worth
An what's it cost
Would its value have risen
If more lives had been lost
Ahh tell me who just really paid
To put that jewellery in your jawbone
An' the bars that pay for tanks
While the third world dies in poverty
In debt to first world banks
There's only chains
For those who work the load
Land stolen by strangers
An' the company owns their bones
Afican and Indian
Downpressed by Europeans
While greedy invaders
Burn ancestral homes
Ahh What's it worth
An what's it cost
Would its value have risen
If more lives had been lost
Ahh now do you really see who paid
To put that bracelet 'round your ankle
That chain around your neck
My stories told, your soul is sold
AND YOUR STILL A SLAVE TO GOLD
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6. |
Chocolate Jesus
02:22
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7. |
Animal
07:36
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I remember tall grass and wide plains
Crystal rivers and mountain ranges
I remember forests and tropical rain
I remember deep seas and blue skies
An' I remember the cries of Animals
Animal
Animal
I remember running in fear
The sound of gunfire in my ear
The pain of something sharp in my back
I remember falling as i gave the cry of Animal
Animal
Animal
An', when I awoke I was caged
Access denied my freedom erased
Other creatures shit in my face
No sun and the air was stung by the cries of Animals
Animals
Animals
Now before i die i must question
What did i ever do wrong
You stripped me of my dignity
Poisoned caged and tortured me
And now my feelings for you at this time
Are hatred and fear of all of your kind of Animal
Animal
Animal
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8. |
Killing Machine
06:53
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Killing Machine
Took my arms
Took my legs
Took my body
Took my head
Work them 'til they are hard and lean
Forging them into a Killing Machine
Killing Machine
Killing Machine
Killing Machine
Washed my brains
Twisted my psyche
Stole my soul
Bent my mind
Sent me on some hero's dream
A deadly chip on the Killing Machine
Killing Machine
Killing Machine
Killing Machine
Now I've seen men with bodies on fire
A bullet hole through a baby's eye
My best friends brains across my shirt
Heard the dead screaming from the desert dirt
I've seen raw flesh quiver in pain
The sun erased by black rain
While at home the radio sang...
'It's up to you not to hear the callup
'You must not act the way you were brought up
'Don't you know this just aint the same
'As messing around on Salisbury Plain
I said WAR!
What is it good for? Nothin'
I said WAR!
What is it good for? Nothin'
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing
Nothing from nothing means nothing
We gotta have something
We gotta have peace
Kinfolk watch newscasts
Tears tea and telly
A front row seat in hell
Stench turns my guts to jelly
An eye witness to what was never seen on screen
At the business end of the Killing Machine
Killing Machine
Killing Machine
Killing Machine
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9. |
Poorman
04:36
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POORMAN
I wish I had money
Is what most people say
Just a little bit of that sweet stuff
Would bring a brighter day
If I only had the cash
To buy the life that I need
I could live a life of comfort
I could live a life of ease
Take this place
It must be worth a fortune
Well I tell you this
Who gives a shit
If aint a home
It aint worth it
I'm a poorman
Poor since the day I was born
And my simple way of life
Is how I'll carry on
Yes, I'm a poorman
But I'm rich in other ways
You say, 'you can't take it with you
So I guess I'll simply die
A poor man
A poor man
BREAK
See, somebody bought the earth
And everthin' upon it
Well our life now shall be metered
So they can charge you for it
And every woman that I know
Pays for the privilige to bleed
While the taxman adds the thumbscrews
By charging VAT
Take my life
In this land of the free
Would you slave all day
For a pittance of pay
For a job that needs doing anyway
I'm a poorman
Poor since the day I was born
And my simple way of life
Is how I'll carry on
Yes, I'm a poorman
But I'm rich in other ways
You say, 'you can't take it with you'
So I guess I'd rather die
A poor man
A poor man
See there's losses for me in the police station
Racism in immigration
All I need is integration
Utopia is my salvation
Built on trust and co-operation
Not wise to cash and competition
State of mind
A world ambition
Now money can't buy you happiness
So what's the point in trying
But you can't buy food with fresh air
So that's why the people are fighting for it
If money can't but you love
Then sex is off the menu
But you can hear the cash tills chime
At every red light venue
This town's for sale
What would you pay
Well you can have the whole damn shitty mess
I'll give it to you on credit
Interest free
Cos' it don't interest me
No, I don't need it
Don't want it
Can't believe the assholes with whom I share it
I'm a poorman
Poor since the day I was born
And my simple way of life
Is how I'll carry on
Yes, I'm a poorman
But I'm rich in other ways
You say, 'you can't take it with you'
So I guess I'd rather die a poor man
A poor man
See, I'm a poorman
But I'm rich in other ways
You say, 'you can't take it with you'
So I guess I'll simply die
A poor man
A poor man
A poor man
A poor man
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10. |
Out
04:14
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OUT
On the day I was born
My mind did decree
Life... Would be different for me
The bastard son
Of a catholic girl
Dark of skin
From a different world
Now times were hard
Ma had to work
Pa didn't stick around
The man was a jerk
Same ol' story
Told a thousand times
Some end in failure
For not towing the line
I wanted out
Out of this world
Ruled by oppression
Governed by hurt
I wanted out
But the cage stays locked
Bars won't bend
So the louder I shout
I want out!
Now I worked hard
Night and day
And the harder I worked
The less I got paid
I played the game
Kept my nose clean
Smiled when I was told
Even though i didn't mean it
I sold my soul
For a bag of grain
Until my conscious hurt
And kidnapped my brain
I wanted out
Out of this world
Ruled by oppression
Governed by hurt
I'm gonna get out
Gonna break the cage
Kidnap the airwaves
And vent my rage
I want out!
I've seen the future
And boy it's worse
Building it higher
than your neighbour first
To reach the top
Sell your mother
When you get there
Piss on those under yer
That's your choice
It aint for me
I've had enough
Im gonna set myself free
I'm breaking out
Out of this world
Ruled by oppresion
Governed by hurt
I'm breaking out
Out of this world
Shame I found my freedom
On the end of a baton
Shame I found my freedom
Shame I found my freedom
Shame I found my freedom
Shame I found my freedom
On the end...
Of your gun
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