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Gotcha
02:46
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Taxed at work & when you drive
Taxed on food to stay alive
Taxed on health when you’re unfit
Paying tax is real bullshit!
But they’ve gotcha! You can’t get away
They’ve gotcha! They’ll make you pay
They’ve gotcha! They’ll bleed you dry
Then they’ll tax you when you die
Taxed on rooms that have a bed
Taxed from birth until you’re dead
While they sit back & live so well
Avoiding tax like a bad smell
And they’ve gotcha! You can’t get away
They’ve gotcha! They’ll make you pay
They’ve gotcha! They have their plans
They’ve got your cash in their hands
Where do your taxes really go? Why don’t things improve?
Why ain’t pot-holes being filled to keep you on the move?
How do they pay for bloody wars; the bombs & tanks & planes?
Where do they find the cash to kill again & again & again?
Cos they rob ya! They steal your tax
They rob ya! Won't give it back
They rob ya! It's so obscene
But that's the way it's always been.
They want us to close our minds, don’t want us to progress
They don’t want us to realise the power we possess
They want us to be selfish, they want a great divide
They don’t want us to unite, they want opposing sides
So we’ve got ‘em! If we stand as one
We’ve got ‘em! We’ll make ‘em run
We’ve got ‘em! We'll screw their plans
Things can change, it’s in our hands
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P.R.M.T.
02:12
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I carry a load of shit in my head
Sometimes I wish that I was dead
Pain, anxiety, sadness too
But there’s a strategy that gets me through
Punk Rock Music Therapy
Punk Rock Music Therapy
It drives the demons right out of me
Punk Rock Music Therapy
P.R.M.T.
P.R.M.T
P.R.M.T.
Punk Rock Music Therapy
When politicians bring me down
When it seems the world is run by clowns
A madman on the Whitehouse lawn
Set to fire nukes at dawn
Music’s hit an all-time low
It’s now puked out through “talent” shows
Live venues are being closed
Everybody needs a dose of…
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3. |
Tellin' It Straight
02:40
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Fraud & lies & bent accounts
Robbing us of vast amounts
Cash for questions, cash for wars
Cash to strengthen all their laws
We’re being conned
We’re taking crap
We’re gonna rise
We're gonna fight back
Sussed out, caught out, found out
Up goes an angry shout (NO!!)
Questions asked & lessons learned
Now it’s time the tide was turned
We can feel our anger rise
as we see the geat divide
get bigger between rich & poor
We just won't take any more
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4. |
Schizophrenia
04:37
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Can you tell me where my freedom lies?
To the left side of my mind?
I must find out where I stand
& break down the dividing line
Which of them am I to know?
I seek the stronger of the two
I’ve got to keep myself calmed down
That’s when I will conquer you
When my left side is quiet
The right side will shout
There’s no fool in me
So you know you won’t get out
I know what I’m fighting, I know it is real
I can’t find my feelings, I wanna be free
Don’t tell me the truth cos I’ll say that you lie
Well, you can be Jekyll & I will be Hyde
It’s me who clouds your vision
Now I smash the dividing line
They always say that good will win
But I know it won’t this time, this time
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5. |
Retaliate
01:42
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Fucked up people with fucked up minds
Create a fucked up system with fucked up lives
Fuck all money, it’s all been spent
Squandered by a fucked up government
Hatred, discontent
We’re gunning for the government
Guns – loaded, bombs – sent
No more government
Recession don’t affect their lives
Mistakes are covered up with packs of lies
Living above their financial needs
Making the country we live in bleed
Let’s give the fuckers a shot of violence
Instead of looking on in silence
All the cunts are senile or bent
Let’s crack a few heads & blow up parliament
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6. |
Taking The Liberty
02:22
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Closing in. Closing in
Here come the fucking cops
Cracking down. Cracking down
We’re gonna feel the cosh
Ganging up. Ganging up
They wanna smash our heads
They wanna take our freedom
& tear it into shreds
They’re taking the liberty!
They’re taking my liberty!
They’re taking your liberty!
They’re taking the piss!
Gotta think. Gotta think.
Gotta make a stand
Gotta fight. Gotta fight
For freedom in this land
Disobey. Disobey
Their unfair fucking laws
Be aware. Be aware
The scalp they want is yours
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7. |
Bad News
03:05
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Hear it on the radio
Watch it on T.V.
Read it in the papers
The news he lets you see
See the world through his eyes
Be puppets in his hands
Or cut the strings, remove the blinds
Wake up & make a stand
Rupert Murdoch – BAD NEWS!
Dictating to all lands
His global empire – BAD NEWS!
The master’s in command
Ruthless in his thinking
In his actions even more
A really nasty piece of work
Evil to the core
Shutting down all rivals
His news is all that matters
Truth is blowing in the wind
Reality’s in tatters
Fucking Aussie Hitler
Bends all things to his will
Lining pockets, printing lies
More cash in his tills
Money makes the world go mad
Power makes it madder
Greed, corruption, selfishness
Make cunts like Murdoch badder
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8. |
Living The tory Dream
02:19
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Things ain’t always what they seem
We’re living the tory dream
People going through life scared
The tory dream is a nightmare
Running to the dole office, scared of getting sanctioned
Worried you might be accused of job-seeking inaction
No chance of having any social interaction
Offered zero-contract hours, fuck job satisfaction
Grovelling to the food bank with a ticket for some food
Trying not to feel ashamed, but it’s just no good
It’s hard to keep a positive mental attitude
When you have to take handouts then show gratitude
Hobbling to Maximus for your work assessment
All the stress is causing many cases of depression
Disabled or dying, there are no concessions
No hope for the future & detesting the present
The elderly just don’t get respected anymore
In hospitals they’re left on trolleys in the corridors
More cash is needed but the tories won’t give any more
One day it just might be an older relative of yours
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9. |
Boots In Ya Face
00:57
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It’s a disease, it’s a cold night
Street-clones are out looking for a fight
Vendettas spreading like Molotovs
Your revenge for us is just a jerk-off
Nothing left to feel
Savage hearts, empty words
Nothing left inside
Angry words, wasted lives
Blood in the gutter, boots in ya face
You never heard us, we’re completely displaced
Echoes blur your stupid reasons
We, the victims accuse you of treason
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10. |
The Great Ignored
02:47
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In ghettoes all over the land
The dispossessed watch TV ads
Have this, they say, go on, it’s yours
But it’s for the rich, not for the poor
You’ve got no money, you’re out on your arse
Invisible to the ruling class
You’re powerless, voiceless, hopeless too
& no-one gives a fuck about you
Safe in their in their Westminster bubble
They never thought that there’d be trouble
They never saw, ignored the word
But the Great Ignored had to be heard
Police brutality was the spark
To urban fires after dark
They thought no-one would give a damn
If PC Plod shot one more man
Righteous anger, vented spleens
& yes, some things done were obscene
But so is what they do to us
Yet we’re supposed to make no fuss?
Divide & conquer is their way
“Split them up” is what they say
They take away what we ain’t got
But look at them, they’ve got the lot
Cuts for us, tax breaks for them
Of course there’s gonna be mayhem
They squeeze life out of you & me
Is this our “Big Society”?
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Noses In The Trough
02:19
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When you voted for them did you do right?
Did your cross make your darkness bright?
Is Parliament there for you & yours?
Look how pigs behave behind parliament’s doors
People in the street are struggling to live
with the taxes, laws & shit they give
But they don’t care – their plates are full
Our problems don’t touch them at all
They make their claims, all costs are covered
But now the awful truth’s discovered
Our taxes pay to keep them pissed
While our claims for fairness are dismissed
They stash their euros, pounds & bucks
They rob us all – the greedy fucks!
We strive & fight, they laugh & scoff
They're pigs with noses in the trough
Now when you cast your little vote
Was it with a sense of hope?
Power corrupts, brings out greed
The pigs are waiting for their feed
They wind us up, they make us twitch
The call goes out, "EAT THE RICH!"
But they’re diseased & that is why
We need to clean-out the pig-sty
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12. |
War On The Poor
04:52
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When we’re born into this world
There’s certain things we need
The first is as we leave the womb
The oxygen we breathe
But industries, to make a buck
Break pollution rules
& the ones who suffer most of all
Are kids in urban schools
The gap between rich & poor
Has never been so wide
We won’t take it any more
It’s time to turn the tide
This is war on the poor
Are you up for the fight?
This is war on the poor
Stand up & claim your rights
The next essential needs we have
Are food & drink for strength
Thirst must be quenched, we have to eat
To keep death at arms length
But supermarkets don’t care less
They only think of profit
& fuck those in the breadline
Who feel powerless to stop it
Shelter is a basic need
A roof above our head
A place to rest from all life’s storms
In some kind of bed
But money-grabbing landlords
Have the rental market collared
They make a mint from families
That they force to live in squalor
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13. |
Goodbye
02:36
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Are you prepared? Are you aware?
Do you know how to criticise?
We said our bit, we tried to show the truth
To expose governmental lies
Now it’s your turn, keep the pressure on
Stick it to the man
Don’t back down when we’ve gone
Carry the banner, always question why
Don’t simply accept what they say
Use your voices, challenge those in power
Tomorrow’s yours, we’ve had our day
We’ve run our race; we’ve served our time
Now it’s up to you to be the conscience of your time
You are the future; we are the past
Whatever happens, dissent must last
We’ll see ya, we’ve had a ball
God bless ya for your support
We’ll miss ya & that’s no lie
But now the time has come for us to say goodbye
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14. |
Joe 90
01:52
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It's Joe 90
Captain Scarlet
Here comes Stingray
Thunderbirds are go!
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Formed in 1978 on the Isle of Sheppey, Kent. Our songs are raw, punchy & direct - not for the faint-
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Tone (Rhythm Guitar)
Rattman (Bass/Backing Vocals)
Digger (Drums)
Thanks to previous members who played such an important part in our history:
Noz
Big F
Ron
Spike
Trace Bass
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