Chorus: Seen it all before, revolution at my back door
Who's to say it won't happen all again
Cos the Generals sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain
They talk from the s

angels

The Angels are on T.V. tonight
Grey puke, celluloid shit
The army have sent a mission to Ireland
Just to see to it
Kojack is on the streets again
Grey puke, fucking

so_what?


you_pay

You're paying for prisons, you're paying for war
Paying for lobotomies, you're paying for law
Paying for their order, paying for their murder
Paying for your ticket to watch the

the_greatest_working_class_rip_off

chorus: ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi what a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi another threatening glance, another macho stanc

sucks

Do you really believe in Buddha? Buddha sucks
Do you really believe in Jesus? Jesus fucks
Chorus: Is it alright really? It is alright really?
Is it working?
Do you really

birth_control_n_rock_n_roll

Industry on the mercenary bloodpath,
Military loves the gory warbath,
Economics shape the battle landscape,
All join together for the grand rape.
Moral intentions make a s

banned_from_the_roxy

Banned from the Roxy...Ok
I never much liked playing there anyway
Said they only wanted well behaved boys
Do they think guitars and microphones are just fucking toys?
Fuck

what_a_shame

Doesn't take much to bring you down
There are plenty of people standing round
Wait till you slacken off just a bit
Then they fill you up with passive bullshit
It's too goo

chairman_of_the_bored

tiring moments, fucked up minds empty faces, eyes that are blind flick through the papers, car crash death vacant pages offer no breath of hope, future, possibility to those fucked up mindless pe

smash_the_mac

Roll up roll up to the land of dreams.
We weave and spin a web of fantasy.
We touch on the pain and fear...
Then whisk you back to the consumer world.
Touch the surfaces s

end_result

I am product, I am a symbol
Of endless, hopeless, fruitless, aimless games
I'm a glossy package on the supermarket shelf
My contents aren't fit for human consumption
I cou

asylum

I am no feeble Christ, not me
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross
Above my body
Christ forgive. FORGIVE?
I vomit for you Jesu
Shit forgive
Down now from yo

securicor

I'm a private in a private army etc..
I am a working for Securicor
Take the money and come back for more
I want to do it cause I know I should
For the customer and the com

g’s_song