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JESUS IS DEAD

Jesus, Jesus sleeping on your cross

Fuck mankind you couldn't give a toss

Nails thru your hands and in your feet

Tourism is booming isn't business sweet

Jesus is dead no one gives a toss

Jesus is dead no one gives a toss

Mary and Joseph watching TV

All those riots and anarchy

Switch off the telly go up to bed

They couldn't give a toss that

Jesus is dead

What we really want to know is

Was Jesus a catholic or a protestant

He's a jew

Pontius Pilot didn't he do well

Sending Jesus into hell

But never mind the money's coming in

Being really rich from original sin

 

PRIVACY INVASION

You're led to think we're free, a democratic race

Told of equal rights well that's just not the case

It couldn't happen to a democratic nation

Afraid we've got it now a privacy invasion

Afghanistan's the last time,

Poland's next in line

Lock you in a prison throw you in a mine

Argentina last year 2000 people dead

1986 invasion of the head

A privacy invasion

It's good to know you're thought of,

It's good someone should care

It's good to know you're trusted but not to know they're there

Too late to shut your curtains

They've caught you unaware

They're not at your window man,

They're sitting in your chair

A privacy invasion of the head

 

DRUG SQUAD MAN

Raided my house

Found my stash 2 grams of speed an ounce of hash

I was taken away in a big blue van

I was interrogated by the drug squad man

The drug squad man

Busted the drug squad man

He asked me my name 10 times

Maybe more he asked the address from where

I would score i wouldn't tell him so he kicked me in the head

I was punched in the face till my blood ran red busted by the drug squad man

Taken to court on monday morning by half past 2

I was in jail sitting in my cell

I was shattered that guy the sheriff wouldn't give me bail

 

POLITICIANS

Left this country in a mess

No one is guilty they're innocent of theft

Stabbed us in the back and stole our pride

They put you on the dole que they took you for a ride

I hate you hate

We all hate politicians

Financed murder from the tax you paid

They never listened to a word you said

Left us in poverty they left us in pain

The government are wankers and Maggie's insane

Now is the time to stand up for your rights

Unemployed unite and get ready for the fight

The army the police - politicians too

When they see you coming in they just won't have a clue

"hello, can I talk to Mr. Reagan... it's

Wattie from the exploited

Uhh, no, I'm sorry president Reagan isn't available,

Is there any message you'd like to leave

For the exploited president? tell him to take care

 

DEAD CITIES

I'm filled up with aggression

Want to smash your television

Saturday night you watch TV

Saturday night does nothing for me

Dead cities dead cities

Dead cities dead cities

See the man in the electric chair

They beat him up and shave his hair

There is no future to behold

In the city of dead you'll be there

Dead cities dead cities

Dead cities dead cities

I'm getting wasted in this city

Those council houses are are getting me down

Go up town see who's there

There's nothing to do its getting me down

Dead cities dead cities

Dead cities dead cities

Snarling and gobbing and falling around

I really enjoy the freedom live found

My mates besides me lying on the ground

His ears are bursting with the volume of sound

 

FUCK THE MODS

Fuck a mod, fuck a mod, fuck a mod today

How much fun it is to fuck a mod until he's dead

Kick him in the head

Beat him in the balls

Jump up on his head

How much fun it is to fuck a mod until he's dead

Kick a mod, kick a mod, kick a mod today

How much fun it is to fuck a mod until he's dead

Kill a mod, kill a mod, kill a mod today

How much fun it is to fuck a mod until he's dead

Fuck a mod, fuck a mod, fuck a mod today

 

HITLER'S IN THE CHATS AGAIN

Listen to the sound of the soldiers dancing

Armageddon time on the firing line

Don't know what they're doing

Looks like troundles brewing

Wunderbar auf weider zane

Hitler's in the chats again

You look like a tramp put you in a camp

Join the shower quenue in your dancing shoes

Be the dancing champ of your concentration camp

Keep on movin fast remember belsen was a gas

Hitler's in the chats again

Moving in trance watch the soldiers dance

Bloodstains on their feet scared of everyone you meet

Army's on the street can you feel the heat

Watch the soldiers fall it couldn't happen here

 

ADDICTION

I take smack and I take speed

It helps me get by it helps my needs

When you're down these's no way out

Nobody to hear your body shout

Snaking and twiching

Snaking and twiching

Addiction

Shaking and twitching falling about

There's no help nerves worn out

Had two breakdowns in four years

But when he comes down his mind's not here

Addicted to this addicted to that

Can't cure myself of this and that I

take some more and there is no pain

Then I feel alright I`m out of my brain

Have a line go on  snort one more

Drugs old you collapse on the siren on

It's 5 am ........ you're dead

 

ATTACK

Sitting in my room at night

Feeling half dead

A dog two blocks away or more

Is howling in my head

My mind is getting dangerous

My body feels like lead

My horrors hit me, send shivers to my head

Attack Attack

You can't fight back

Attack Attack

An enemy you can't find

Throat can't talk legs won't walk

Rooted I'm deaf and dumb

Terror rising in my gut

Makes my brain go numb

Something's creeping round the door

Something filled with treat

I bite a hole right thought my lip

My back is tricking sweat

I taste blood inside my mouth

Am choking on the bile

I want to burst right out of here

I want to run a mile

The sickens of the city

Is spreading thru the night

Someone else is screaming

To be let out for the night

 

COMPUTERS DON'T BLUNDER

Nuclear missies raining the sky

Innocents people destined to try

Goodbye world hello space

This is where God greets us face to face

Computers don't blunder

I'm so troubled by what

I see in this so called democraty

Are you scared just like me

By the power of the military

Submarines beneath the sea

Probing, seaching the enemy

Radar beacons sighted sigh

Plotting targets of those to die

 

 
   

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