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The music press grins but did you think they would help us? No, it's not in their interest; freedom's not what they want The change in their life style

Cruise missiles have arrived, despite our protest and anger The fucked up fucking shits took no notice of our banners They ignored the nation's pleas

The second album full of same old songs Fighting back against a system which is cruel and wrong Yet another battering ram against a wall of power A blasphemous

Punk still means much more than fashion A movement made that no one can change It's a form of rebellion; it comes from the street And it's made by idiots

The backlash has started, but we ain't fucking laughing Take a look at how much has changed, there ain't much to smile about We've done four years of

Mother Nature smiles and cracks a new days dawn Most people on the earth are sleeping comfortably and warm Out in the fields and pastures, it's another

Left wing, right wing, you've heard it all before But can you spot the difference when they're knocking on your door? And while you're poncing yourselves

Political factions stepping into line They think they're helping people when they give a nazi sign But if they knew the truth of what was going on There

Another fine timing for a step into line For four budding young stars who've just found the time An old tune and shit words, as long as they rhyme Well