G´s Song

this country tells us that we´re down and out, got you thinking that were through
got to suffer to get us moving, say it´s up to me and you
well, look around and you´ll see who gets the goods, not you or me
cause they ain´t suffering, no, not for us, they´re masquerading like pissers must
they abuse us, keep us right underfoot, with the illusions of contentment and good
well, it´s not over, war´s still around, and they´ve got no problem when you´re underground

Mother Earth

now that the sun have vowed is light, and bid the world good night;
to the soft bed my body I dispose, but where were shall my soul repose?

mother? mother?...
she's the anti-mother, mommy is that you? she's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you?

it's myra hindley on the cover, your very own sweet anti-mother.
there she is on the pages of the star, ain't that just the place you wish you were?
let her rot in hell is what you said, let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her dead.
let her out but don't forget to tell you where she is, the chance to screw her is a chance you wouldn't miss.
let her suffer, give her pain is the verdict you gave, you just can't wait to piss on her grave.
you pretend that you're horrified, make out that you care, but really you wish that you had been there.
you say you can't bear the thought of what she did, but you'd do it to her, you'd see her dead.
tell me, what is the difference between her and you? you say that you would kill her, well, what else would you do?
don't you see that violence has no end? isn't limited by rules? don't you see as angels preaching you're nothing but the fools?
fools step in, where angels fear to tread, you see, to kill others is the ethic of the dead.

she's the anti-mother, mommy is that you? she's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you?

that single mug shot from the past ensures your fantasy can last and last.
it gives you the chance to air your hate because she got there first, you were too late.
hindleys' crime was to do what others think, took her anger and her prejudice and pushed it to the brink.
then you goodly christian people, with your sickly mask of love, would tear that woman limb from limb, you'd never get enough.
so you keep the story alive, so you can make yourselves believe
that you are so much better than her. but you aren't, that's your guilt laying there.

she's the anti-mother, mommy is that you? she's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you?
she's the anti-mother, mommy is that you? she's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you?
mother? mother...

Tired

what do you want? what do you want?...

I'm tired of adrenalin soaked fools, tired of idiots playing with the rules
know it's not a thing that a man would do, but you get the same rush by jumping a bus queue.
tired of bully boys looking for a fight, I'm not a hard nut, so stuff it, right?
they really got you in a down trodden state, hopelessly, endlessly, heavily, totally straight.

what do you want? what do you want?...

I'm tired of playing with vice, tired of hash heads trying to be nice.
do you feel insulted when they pull out the dope? synthetic togetherness, token for a toke.
do you get a buzz when you reminisce? "too much man, it was better than this"
I don't want a relativity talk, if that's the bus ride, I'd think I'd rather walk.

what do you want? what do you want?...

I don't want it, you can take it back, I don't want to face another attack
shits all running round looking for a crack, wannanother corpse to put on the stack?

what do you want? what do you want?...

Shaved Women

see shaved women 7" for lyrics...

Bomb

they won't destroy the world, no, they're not that crazy. you're dealing with the town hall. they're not that crazy.
no political solution so why should we bother? well whose fucking head do you think they're holding over?

four - three - two - one - fire

they can't wait to use it. they can't wait to use it. they can't wait to try it out. they can't wait to use it.
they've got a bomb. they've got a bomb and they can't wait to use it on me.

twenty odd years now waiting for the flash...

twenty odd years now waiting for the flash, all of the oddballs thinking we'll be ash.
well the four minute warning has run on into years, are we waiting for them to confirm our fears?

four - three - two - one - fire

they can't wait to use it. they can't wait to use it. they can't wait to try it out. they can't wait to use it.
they've got a bomb. they've got a bomb tnd they can't wait to use it on me.

they can build them small, call it tactical. stop the fallout, make it practical
to smash the misfits who foul up their scene with the practical, tactical, killing machine.

four - three - two - one - fire

they can't wait to use it. they can't wait to use it. they can't wait to try it out. they can't wait to use it.
they've got a bomb. they've got a bomb and they can't wait to use it on me.
me. me. me... I.me...
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