Tubthumping
Truth is I thought it mattered I thought that music mattered
But does it? Bollocks not compared to our people matter
We'll be singing when we're winning we'll be singing
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
Pissing the night away pissing the night away
He drinks a whiskey drink he drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink he drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times
He sings the songs that remind of the better times
Danny boy Danny boy Danny boy
Pissing the night away pissing the night away
He drinks a whiskey drink he drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink he drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him of the better times
Don't cry for me next door neighbor
British Colonialism And The BBC
I'm the boss of the BBC I'm the monkey at the top of the media tree
Your version of the riots in Cape Town comes second-hand from me
Chewing and spewing this revolution for popular TV
All your opinions are carefully chosen by what we'll let you see
Televised crap dressed up as fact your soap reality
We only want a chance to show the Editor's side of struggle in the news
Closer and closer to the State's eye view and further from the truth
Push a microphone to the mouth of this youth bewildered and confused
Misreported, distorted, misquoted a ready-made victim to be used
Quote you on things that you never said put this pencil to your head kill your revolution dead
TV tells us what to be and what to say and what to do how to act and how to lie but never question why
Fighting to stop this mass-deception fighting to scrap the pass-laws
Fighting to end misuse of land fighting to close down diamond mines
Fighting to feed their hungry mouths fighting to change the world
And here, we sit on a fence built by distance and enforced by lies
Is a full stomach all it takes to keep us pacified
Mouthful Of Shit
I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit do something about it
Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar
Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with card
Good call what's the crack what's the damage done today
From the commons to the common a banana skin away
Knock it back knock it out chuck a nightmare dart
Quiet compere on the mic turns turning to the court
Putting beef vol-au-vents across the union jack
Bolinger and bitter says the colonies are back
I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit do something about it
You think you're god's gift you're liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire
Up yer ronson take a tab with a flash of zippo light
Catch the hip parade passing the polaroids right
Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his hand
A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam
Local lad made bad with cowboy charm
Claims he doesn't really mean every screw-'em-all barb
Pass the mic karaoke with the yesteryear stars
Time to weep into your beer til the fireworks start
I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit do something about it
You think you're god's gift you're liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire
Give The Anarchist A Cigarette
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help
Give the anarchist a cigarette because that is as close as he's ever gonna get
Give the anarchist a cigarette Bobby just has not earned it yet
Give the anarchist a cigarette the times are changing but he just forgets
Give the anarchist a cigarette he's gonna choke on his harmonica, Albert!
Give the anarchist a cigarette a candy cig for the spoilt brat
Give the anarchist a cigarette we'll get Albert to write you a cheque
Give the anarchist a cigarette and he'll be burning up the air in his personal jet
Give the anarchist a cigarette you know I hate every popstar that I ever met!
Heaven/Hell
Tall as houses small as spiders undefined this buzz inside us
Tightrope walker chaos order I fell right into heaven/hell
Devil take me God forsake me made my home in heaven/hell
Out of ruins growing pains wide-eyed pirates crossing bones
Tightrope walker chaos order I fell right into heaven/hell
Devil take me God forsake me made my home in heaven/hell
Kicking giants drowned in reason breaking old building new
Tightrope walker chaos order I fell right into heaven/hell
Devil take me God forsake me made my home in heaven/hell
The Day The Nazi Died
We're told that after the war The Nazis vanished without a trace
But battalions of fascists still dream of a master race
The history books they tell of their defeat in '45
But they all came out of the woodwork on the day the Nazi died
They say the prisoner at Spandau was a symbol of defeat
Whilst Hess remained imprisoned and the fascists; they were beat
So the promise of an Aryan world would never materialize
So why did they all come out of the woodwork on the day the Nazi died
The world is riddled with maggots the maggots are getting fat
They're making a tasty meal of all the bosses and bureaucrats
They're taking over the boardrooms and they're fat and full of pride
And they all came out of the woodwork on the day the Nazi died
So if you meet with these historians I'll tell you what to say
Tell them that the Nazis never really went away
They're out there burning houses down and peddling racist lies
And we'll never rest again until every Nazi dies
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