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God save the queen
God save the queen The fascist regime They made you a moron Potential H-bomb God save the queen She ain't no human being There is no future In England's dreaming Don't be told what you need There's no future God save the gueen We mean it man We love our queen God saves God save the queen 'Cos tourists are money Our figures head Is not what whe weens Oh god save history God save your mad parade Oh lord god have mercy All crimes are paid When there's no future How can there ba sin We're the flowers in the dustbin We're the poison in your human machine We're the future your future God save the queen We mean it man We love our queen God saves God save the queen We mean it man And there is no future In England's dreaming No future no future No future for you No future on future No future for me No future No future No future for you No future no future No future for you No future no future for you |
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Standing around just
For seven days a week I won't even get no singing on fee I feel ripped of, yeah Hey, what about you? Where was I born What are we gonna do? But this I say We have the right to work I don't even know what tomorrow will bring But let me tell you, having no future is a terrible thing Standing around just waiting for a career I don't take drugs and I don't drink beer But this I say We have the right to work Yes we do! I don't even know what tomorrow will bring Having no future is a terrible thing Standing around just waiting for a career I take lives and drugs And I'm pissed up yeah Cause I'm a nutter We have the right to work |
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Whatever happened to Leon Trotsky ?
He got an ice pick That made his ears burn Whatever happened to dear old Lenny ? The great Elmyra, and Sancho Panza ? Whatever happened to the heroes ? Whatever happened to the heroes ? Whatever happened to all the heroes ? All the Shakespearoes ? They watched their Rome burn Whatever happened to the heroes ? Whatever happened to the heroes ? No more heroes any more No more heroes any more Whatever happened to all the heroes ? All the Shakespearoes ? They watched their Rome burn Whatever happened to the heroes ? Whatever happened to the heroes ? No more heroes any more No more heroes any more |
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Well you tried it just for once
Found it alright for kicks But now you found out It's a habit that sticks And you're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict Sneakin' in the back door With dirty magazines And your mother wants to know "What are those stains on your jeans?" You're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict You get in a heat You get in a sulk But you still keep on beatin' Your meat to pulp And you're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict You're a kid Cassanova You're a no-Joseph It's a labour of love Fucking yourself to death Orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict You're makin' out with school kids Winos and heads of state You've even made it with the lady Who puts the little plastic Robbins On the Christmas cakes Butcher's assistants and bellhops You've had 'em all here and there Children of god and their joy strings International women with no body hair So you're asking in an alley And you're voice ain't steady The sex mechanic's rough You're more than ready You're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict Johnnie want fuckie All ways and always He's got the energy He will amaze He's an orgasm addict He's an orgasm addict He's always at it He's always at it And he's an orgasm addict He's an orgasm addict |
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There's nothin' for us in Belfast
The Pound's old and that's a pity OK, there's the Trident in Bangor And then you walk back to the city We ain't got nothin' but they don't really care They don't even know you know They just want money And we can take it or leave it What we need is (Chorus:) An Alternative Ulster Grab it and change it it's yours Get an Alternative Ulster Ignore the bores and their laws Get an Alternative Ulster Be an anti-security force Alter your native Ulster Alter your native land Take a look where you're livin' You got the Army on the street And the RUC dog of repression Is barking at your feet Is this the kind of place you wanna live? Is this where you wanna be? Is this the only life we're gonna have? What we need is (Chorus) They say they're a part of you And that's not true you know They say they've got control of you And that's a lie you know They say you will never be Free free free Get an Alternative Ulster, Alternative Ulster, Alternative Ulster |
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Kids on the street
Are the kids that you meet Long haired short haired Black and white Kids on the street Just kids that you meet Know how to laugh And they know how to cry Just go on and on They never die 'Cause the kids on the street Are the kids that you meet I wish they all could have their say And the world would change From day to day No more worries Nothing but laughs 'Cause the kids on the street Are the kids that you meet All you kids black and white Together we are dynamite Never wait a moment too long Not tomorrow Tomorrow is too long 'Cause the kids on the street Are the kids that you meet 'Cause the kids on the street Are the kids that you meet We're the Geordie kids (Geordie kids) We're the kids on the street We're the Belfast kids(Belfast kids) We're the kids that you meet We're the Birmingham kids (Birmingham kids) We're the kids on the street We're the Glasgow kids (Glasgow kids) We're the kids that you meet |
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London's burning! London's burning! All across the town, all across the night Everybody's driving with full headlights Black or white turn it on, face the new religion Everybody's sitting 'round watching television! London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial 99999 I'm up and down the Westway, in an' out the lights What a great traffic system - it's so bright I can't think of a better way to spend the night Then speeding around underneath the yellow lights London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial 99999 Now I'm in the subway and I'm looking for the flat This one leads to this block, this one leads to that The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home I run through the empty stone because I'm all alone London's burning with boredom now... London's burning dial 99999 |
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