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I'm the Boss of the company
And I've got hunger working for me Listen and you'll begin to understand I built my profits on stolen land It's the economics of supply and demand And I make the demands around here Product sells, people die Same manipulation wrapped in lies Give a little money and play your rock and roll The biggest prizes to the biggest fools Good evening ladies and gentlemen Welcome to the show where you the audience participate On our show tonight we got lost of surprises in store for you at home In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change Here's out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid For every pop star that we slag off today A million pounds will be given away Paul McCartney - come on down With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground Make of Ethiopia a fertile paradise Where everyone sings Beatles songs and buys shares in EMI Charity, starvation, and rock and roll Let it be, eh Paulie? Freddie Mercury, this is your life Thank the Lord that you were born white And thank apartheid for this wonderful opportunity To peddle your hypocrisy in Sun City A bit of a hot potato in a moment, eh Fred, in South Africa? Well I'm sure there's a video in there somewhere David Bowie, the price is right A suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite Still the voices of those who doubt Coca-Cola for the peasants to end this drought David the world can only take so much And with you around, we're in for a really hard time Jagger and Richards, game for a laugh Dancing us down the garden path To a place where money grows on trees Where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease There's only one mountain in the rock and roll business Ladies and Gentlemen, and it's Mick Jagger Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings Who makes the money when the puppets sing Ask the corporations where does the money go Ask the empty-bellied children what are we singing for And Cliff Richard, three, two, one The God who remains when the religion's gone Cliff, we've got a special surprise for you today So come up closer, step this way Cliff, you're such an example of moral worth Such a purist saint come to bless our earth That on behalf of our viewers watching on telly And on behalf of the millions with empty bellies We're donating something special that we're all going to like Cliff Richard, we're going to nail you up to a cross tonight Ladies and gentlemen, just imagine it, someone comes along, takes everything you own, your space, your house, separates you from your family and then hits you in the face if you say anything different. Well, that's what we've been doing to the third world for the past four hundred years. That's you and me. You the viewers at home, me in the studio, the pop stars, everyone. That's how we make the third world, every day, today and every day. If you want any correspondence with the program, just send your answers, letter bombs only, to BP House, Victoria Street, London, SW1 Thank you and good night Feed the world Starve the rich Goodnight I know there must be more I know there must be more Than giving just a little bit more When half of this world is so helplessly poor Starved of the real solution Charity and tradition And the cycle of hungry children Will keep on going 'round I know there must be more Will keep on going 'round I know there must be more Will keep on going 'round I know there must be more 'Till we burn the house of commons to the ground |
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| 1:02 |
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I'm the wife of the boss of the company
And I always make my husband answer to me With what he says about the blacks, I totally agree The main problem is, they're not civilized, you see Look at the way that they squabble between themselves Rioting at funerals--they'll surely go to hell If you gave them nice houses, they'd only burn them down You don't get that in a white man's town And boycotting products won't do them any good You see they need the trade to help buy food And when I visit my niece on her beautiful homestead The blacks who work for her seem really quite content So I'll agree with my husband--let things stay as they are That's always been his motto, and we've gone far |
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| 4. |
| 4:23 |
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(White-whitewash, white-whitewash)
When you don't want to feed the world When you just want to feed your bank balance Wash your guilt away (Whitewash) Unilever Washes whiter (whitewash) Soap to clean those dirty hands And a slap for the people who work the land Unilever (whitewash, whitewash) Man-made hunger (whitewash) Soap in our eyes (white-whitewash) John West is the best (whitewash) Old soap opera (whitewash) No soap-reality (whitewash) Legal slave trade (white-whitewash) Domestos kills all known truths dead (White-whitewash, white-whitewash) Soap to wash the darkest stain Profit covers up the pain Of a slow, deliberate genocide And all the dirt you want to hide Take the black and wash it whiter (whitewash) Brooke-Bond Oxo (whitewash) Blue Band, Bird's Eye (whitewash) Lifebuoy, Sunsilk (whitewash) Persil washes whiter (whitewash) We make whitewash (Whitewash) We sell whitewash (Whitewash) Consume whitewash Consumed by whitewash (whitewash) [Simultaneously:] Unilever, Man-made hunger / Soap to wash the darkest stain Soap in our eyes, John West is the best / Profit covers up the pain Of a slow, deliberate genocide / Old soap opera No soap-reality / And all the dirt you want to hide Legal slave trade / Take the black and wash it white Domestos kills all known truths dead Whitewash Buy it Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? (vomiting) |
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| 3:43 |
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Children in school forced to the desk
Finger the atlas and study the text Lies and opinion presented as fact Taught to accept, and never to ask Those smiling workers in Ladybird books They're not picking coffee at all They're busy with bricks and mortar Building the company wall Flickering pictures hypnotize We spend our lives watching others' lives Too much watching to realize That this is a smokescreen And this is why people die Those smiling news presenters They're not reading cue-cards at all They're busy with brush and bucket Whitewashing the company wall Set yourself up and play it again Force the tears and entertain Sing about a world of make-believe Force this charity and leave Rich people who claim to know What's wrong with this world Can't know anything at all They're busy giving the orders For us to build their second homes Flickering pictures hypnotize Flickering pictures hypnotize And we who take the orders And refuse to question it all We're busy with spade and Bible Burying the poor Burying the poor Mass-manufactured and given away Blinkers to get you through your day So you'll never ever know to what extent you're involved Easily fooled, all your problems solved You'll say starvation has nothing to do with you You saw it in print, so it must be true And the documentary explained it all It's a simple matter of birth control And if you send a little money you can sleep tonight Or starve in sympathy on a Limmits Diet And you know that charity cures malnutrition And hunger put the sparkle back in television Hunger put the sparkle back in television Hunger put the sparkle back in television |
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| 2:41 |
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Words to describe Nicaragua of old
Cash crops and hunger and US control Coffee and sugar on company land Made to supply what the boss would demand Then one July morning in seventy-nine Nicaragua decided to leave it behind (Chorus) And the people are learning to take back their lives As the country will change, Sandinista survives Women are winning what they've never known The power to organize outside the home Starting to find what is equal and fair Ensuring that this revolution is shared Regaining lost chances, demanding much more Running the factories, fighting the war (Repeat chorus) Nobody claims that it's over and done There's too much depends on enlistment and guns And raising their children and filling their plates And chasing the Contras to Washington State The Yankee conspiracy thrown to the ground That's where the spirit of change can be found (Repeat chorus) |
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| 2:15 |
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| 0:54 |
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And the company director spins the globe
Looks into on atlas of the world A supermarket lifestyle for as all A thousand nations under company control Coca-Cola got machines in every land No-one got the teeth to bite the hand Stole their labor, their culture, and their lives To create a Coca-Cola paradise Swallowing their soft drinks and their lies Let's take the blindfold from our eyes |
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| 5:07 |
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By building up the means for war, we thus preserve the peace
Such bullshit will prepare us for invasion from the east And meanwhile, they're carving up the land The anglo-american military have taken full command It's keeping us fed we're consuming it all Fat on its culture and military control Preparing for war bit by bit Whilst we're watching its telly and eating its shit They've got it all worked out and we give our consent They've got it all worked out and we give our consent They've got it all worked out and we give our consent They've got it all worked out for Central America They've got it all worked out for Ireland By sitting back and keeping silent we give them our consent Born in the shadow of the USA Taught the fundamental bullshit every day Force fed on a diet of Great British lies Media distortions censor our minds Passive spectators of royalty Too diverted to care if we're free ICI, BP, Thorn EMI Red, white, and blue logos, British pride With a Big Mac in one hand and a Coke at our sides We've accepted their culture and swallowed their lies They've put up more fences, watched us and spied And cleverly told us they've got nothing to hide For too long we've watched them preparing for battle But the fightback is started little by little Kicking at the midst of passive defense Refusing cruise means tearing down fences At Greenham and Molesworth, fences you can see But then there's all the barriers that are built around me Political, economic, cultural, social And people who live in glass houses Shouldn't encourage others to throw stones Let the glossy shop fronts know what to expect And colonel Sanders, you're next |
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| 2:51 |
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Welcome to Never Mind The Ballots. The phone lines are now open. If you'd like
to put a question to the candidates the number to ring is 0532779463. You want jobs? I've got jobs! Hospitals? Top of my list! Tax cuts and platform shoes For every small businessman Just give me your vote Just give me your vote Schools, prisons? Of course we'll build them! Condoms for the American GIs! Nuclear reactors breed like rabbits Police oppression? You can have it, sir! Just give me your vote Put your cross in the box Hello, we've got our first caller. You're name's Martin. Hello Martin. You disagree with our statement policy. Well Martin to tell you the truth I couldn't agree with you more. It's outrageous, disgusting. But unlike my colleague on my right, we're the party who say what we do, do what we say. You can bank on us Mart! Good evening, Shirley. I'm so glad that you've rung. The matter is as dear to me as it is to you. Give me four years and I'll get right down to it. Because unlike my little balding colleague on my left, we don't make promises we can't keep. You still there, Martin? Just one more thing. Give us your vote You want houses? See me afterwards Want my autograph? See my bodyguard Pre-election budget handouts You want a war? No problem! Just give me your vote Just give me your vote |
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Come on baby
Let's do the revolution Six for the record And seven for the t-shirt A picture of the band and a ticket for the promised land Watching all the bouncers Systematically beating up the dancers To the rhythm of a pocket of change Here's the group with all the answers Vote for the party and keep your mouth shut! Same chains of command All the power taken out of our hands Politics pays the piper in this company land Come on baby Let's do the revolution They say we'll all be equal When they take control Vote for the party and wallow in our rock and roll "Roadie! my guitar!" |
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| 4:24 |
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Said the party to the ad-man
We'll conjure up a gimmick The way to lead an ass Is with a carrot and a stick Dig down for minorities Promise them concessions Ride in on their backs And then teach them all a lesson Unemployment means depression You're just victims of the recession We can count on their support If we can channel their emotions (Chorus) Populate the wasteland Between leisure and the grave Work and pray and place your vote And some day you'll be saved All these myths come tailor-made To suit the company director Myths that praise the dignity Of cheap, disposable labor Two different routes To an industrial heaven Work for boss and parliament And all will be forgiven It's the fear of being sacked That lets the boss step up the pace Because the minute you step out of line There's someone took your place (Repeat chorus) Said the MP to the media Can't we juggle this around Sprinkle sugar on the dog shit And we'll keep the figures down Never let the left hand See what's in the right No-one's any wiser And the problem's out of sight Take your democratic choice Take a scheme or starve Job clubs, restart, YTS, CPs, EAS Company profits doubled Wages chopped in half (Repeat) (Repeat chorus) Offer your life to the one true church In the name of the conservative party The labor party And the liberal alliance The promised land where banks outnumber churches And your cars shall be martyrs to the cause Capitalism in crisis But on the third day it shall rise again But on the third day it shall rise |
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And now, the reverand Abraham Meakley- saver of souls
Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk "Brothers and sisters, I have seen more than sinning. I have been away these last 4 long years, but now I have returned to the fold, to be among my flock. I come as humble shepard embodied by the almighty, the power above, the power which is in me. Cos I am reborn brothers and sisters. I am living proof that government saves! Brothers and sisters, I want us to show our faith in the powers that be. For we are the true belivers. I want us to come together, come to me and let us feel the power of the cross. Todays lesson- stay in your homes exept on Thursdays, do not stray from the path, it's well sign posted, you cant miss it really and were open all day. Now theres no need to rush. Weve got plenty of pencils for everyone. Now there're collecting tins for your donation. Cheque, credit card facilities availible. "Government Saves!" stickers and badges on sale. T-shirts in small, mediem and large, all at competative prices! Put a down payment on your place in heaven and buy me another 4 years brothers and sisters. Dance dance wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance said he. And if you dont dance we have ways of making you dance. Government be with you!" Amen. |
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A visionary pause in the cycle
When she refused to buy or sell When the daughters of perfect wives Said there must be more sacrifice Needed more than symbolic change More than silent wasting away In factories and sterile marriages He was God, she was powerless With a brick for every year of life She set out for the house of lies The old boys' club under siege His lordship cowered under his seat Called for brandy and reinforcements Blasted away at every movement Close to breaking down the door Past thick blue line and stupid laws Black Friday left her bruised and stubborn One brick from winning the struggle Rapunzel hacked at the ivory tower Asquith quickly rose to the hour Appealed to patriotism, oily smiles Gave nothing, called it compromise Gauging the situation perfectly Said ladies, ladies, listen to me Nineteen fourteen, we're on the brink of war Pick up a flag, drop your cause Your targets are counter-revolutionary Take my hand in democracy Here's a piece of paper You're officially free Here's a list of instructions For you to obey And here's sharp knife To cut your own throat Small sacrifice in return for a vote Whispered word in Pankhurst's ear Visions of the first woman peer Led women down the garden path And into the arms of the enemy Jail and force-feeding, waster martyrdom Sold her songs for the national anthem Slotted the smile back neatly into place Served refreshments At the end of the race All demands reduced to a joke X marks the plague, abandon hope Butlers still pouring brandy for the rich Excuse me pass me the privilege A woman's voice, the state's idea Same vested interests, same dirty deals Currie and Williams immersed in the times Examples to keep the rest in line Currie and Williams two of a kind Examples to keep the rest in line Absolute power Absolute power Ladies, ladies, listen to me |
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| 3:51 |
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Mr. Heseltine you drove into our town
The northern rain always drizzling down Shoppers at the window stop to look As you sign another copy of your book 'Cause you have all the power And you have all the wealth And we've got nothing but ourselves We've got nothing but ourselves We've got nothing but ourselves So we'll do away with leaders, bosses and police Reclaim our actions, rediscover our voices Salvage our integrity, reassert our dignity Power in the heart of the community Mr. Heseltine listen to me We don't want power And we don't want money We're fighting for the right to decide How the power and the wealth Be equally divided Old people in Seacroft need money for bills Single mums with kids want decent meals And we all want new coats When all's said and done They're all worn out From being walked upon There comes a time when we organize When we take control of our daily lives When we don't obey orders from authority When we disbelieve the myths of democracy Democracy Street, Britain's longest running soap opera, with the added illusion of audience participation. Our act tonight, on the left, capitalism that's right, on the right, capitalism is it, in the middle, probably the best capitalism in the world. Remember it's your choice, your five seconds worth of action that counts. I mean that most sincerely folks. Sit tight, keep quiet, 'till the next time. The next time being one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days away. If freedom is the choice between three different types of the same oppression then I'll take the one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days. Never mind the ballots, here's the rest of your life. Mr. Heseltine drove away Two more appointments in the north today Helpless and powerless We join the queue for the metro bus And Mr. Heseltine I've made up my mind I'll never give support to you and your kind (Repeat) |
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Full employment, slave labor, and schemes
An unemployed workforce, the capitalist's dream But lets keep Britain working--either way we must keep Britain working Conventional weapons to kill people nicely Nuclear weapons to keep the peace But weapons definitely--either way we must defend ourselves Nationalization, with one big boss No, privatization, with lots of little bosses But someone in control, of course, either way there must be someone giving orders (Chorus) A toast to democracy The prison guard of this society Sides in the voting game Disappear into the same machine The same machine A toast To US bases and nuclear weapons To stopping pickets pulling down fences To the British troops in Northern Ireland To the wonderful victory in the Falklands To the plastic bullet and the riot police To the UDM, to the TUC To isolating gays and to law and to order To richer bosses, to poorer workers (Repeat chorus) To longer hours and to less pay To the courts for those who get in our way To the beating of people who step out of line To the use of troops to break a strike To the expulsion of extremists and political witch hunts To repatriation, to benefit cuts To peaceful settlements, and to no strike agreements To authority, to power, to governments One, two, three To the annual rise in the MP's wage To vested interests, to privilege To the party who wins the next election By definition a victory to capitalism |
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Why settle for what we're shown
When there is so much more? Sometimes the Book of Law Is only half the story Means and ends: Deciding where to draw the line Loss or work in Sellafield homes Or the threat of cancers yet to come? The choice is obvious: There is no choice Only the option of looking outside This narrow definition of "What you see is all there will ever be" There comes a time - that time is now - When every second, every day When every action, every thought Will tell the world how you cast your vote They break our legs And we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches Tired of mild reform Sick of hand-me-downs We topple all the theories to the ground: All real change Must come from below Our bosses must live in fear Of the factory-floor And when they smile And they ask for my support, I'll give them these words And a bloody nose: You don't help your enemy When you're at war There are moments in all of our lives Tiny sparks still deep inside When a new-born baby cries When you're watching clouds in a summer sky The first time you walked out on strike Love and sex and holding light Tings that can't be bought By promises and votes I hate the things I love being criminalised I hate the straight-jacket schools I grew up in I hate MPs, judges and magistrates I hate being taught to base my life on TV stars I hate being kept waiting by bureaucrats I hate wars, and all the people who love them I hate the idea of living on other people's backs I hate being filed, registered and classified I hate being watched and monitered I hate police I hate the way you talk down at me I hate being told what to do I hate you when you don't listen I hate the way you distort my sexuality with pornography I hate the pain we inflict on each other On animals, and on the Earth And I hate how love songs have become such cliches through endless, shallow repitition Each angry word Every cynical put-down Every song is carefully born From a hope of something better to come All jumbled-up Love and hate and love Each prompted by the other: For the cause of peace we have to go to war Refusing to sleep Whilst there's a world to win Yet happy to dream Dreams make the plans to change this world Not just some future heaven But today and every day In our place of work In the queue for the metrobus Organise! Here's the rest of our lives! ..A tiny spark still deep inside We can and will run the factories and mills We can and will educate ourselves We can and will work the fields We can and will police ourselves We can and will create and build Organise! Here's the rest of our lives! |
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