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Total corruption and abuse of power
You're on the take as we're paid by the hour
We're all in this together!
We only work to keep ourselves from starving,
You're at the top making millions and laughing
We're all in this together!
You live in a mansion, I live in a council flat.
You live the high-life of an aristocrat.
We're all in this together!
We're all in this together!
You're at the top, flaunting your own rules
Racking up those air miles and treating us like fools
We're gonna sweep you out - forcefully like a whirlpool.
Right after the police and the army have stopped being you tools.
We're all in this together!
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Punks Against Punk
01:38
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A note to all those punks out there
I've spread your message but no-one cares.
Of all the people I know who listen to you,
None of them live the lives you do.
Dream of Utopia without government of laws,
Do you really know what you're fighting for?
A world where people live as they want,
But you can do that just fine from your squat.
It's OK for you to preach your ways.
But I'm stuck here with money - an addict, a slave.
I party you approves of come to power:
Would you pay your taxes and work eight hours?
I hear you cry "free speech free thought"
But you hate the fascist and all of their sort.
Help the Nazi up when he is downtrodden
Cos everyone if equal - of have you forgotten.
The former's the case, so apply it to them
Be the better person and make them see sense.
Punk's about thinking for yourself
Not boycotting Converse for shit we can't help!
It's OK for you to preach your ways.
But I'm stuck here with money - an addict, a slave.
I party you approves of come to power:
Would you pay your taxes and work eight hours?
Would you?
NO!
Didn't think so!
Punks against,
Punks against,
Punks against,
Punks against,
Punks against,
Punks against,
Punk!
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People used to build empires for trade, not for money,
And it came with knowledge, prosperity and study.
Along with a code of laws and fair punishment for crime:
The original use of "an eye for an eye".
We used to build farms to feed our nations.
We used to move rivers for irrigation.
People rose to power to help other people
Not force them to worship under steeple.
Nowadays our wars have become a luxury
Now we guide our missiles with impunity.
To further wealth and foreign influence
Replacing arrogance with decadence.
We used to build farms to feed our nations.
We used to move rivers for irrigation.
People rose to power to help other people
Not force them to worship under steeple.
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We Can Win
00:49
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You don't vote cos you don't believe in the system
So you let the ones in charge do what they want unchecked.
I can see your point, but I can't call it wisdom;
Be the alternative to the ones you reject.
Be the alternative party, fighting for power:
Be the Socialist, the Anarchist, this is your hour!
They've laid down the gauntlet, got to fight them at their game,
We've fought them on the streets, and nothing's changed.
We can win!
We can win!
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No boarders! No states!
But you still love England:
On April twenty-third,
You make your opinions heard.
No walls! No gates!
But you still protect your stuff;
No faith: just hate!
For the ones you call when you're a victim.
Black and red,
Black and red,
Black and red,
And out come the Anarchists!
You say we're living
In 1984,
But you post shit on Facebook
Saying that you give a damn.
Armchair anarchist,
It's nothing but a scene:
Start sorting out yourself
Before you try sorting out the world.
Woo!
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The Fertile Crescent
01:31
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One brick, two brick, three brick, four:
Double it up, and you can build a wall.
One brick, two brick, three brick, four:
You can build a house, you can build a hall.
One river, two river, three river, four:
Moving water from basin to field.
One river, two river, three river, four:
Multiply the water and you multiply the yield.
One worker, two worker, three worker, four:
One to build houses, one to hunt for meat.
One worker, two worker, three worker, four:
One to sow the seeds, one to reap.
Long ago in the Fertile Crescent
There was equality from priest to peasant
Food! Warmth! Shelter! And Home!
Long before any holy tome.
Long ago in the Fertile Crescent
There was equality from priest to peasant
Food! Warmth! Shelter! And Home!
Long before any holy tome.
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Toby's A Junkie
01:42
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Paper-white face, toothy grin,
She can't see what a state she's in.
All day long with nothing to do,
Skinny little girl with no fucking food.
I get my weed from her spouse,
They've set up camp in a half-way house.
The sockets around her eyes are black,
From months addicted to the speed and crack.
Every negative action needs a positive reaction.
No use for condemnation, just rehabilitation.
Help with these addictions and criminal convictions.
Use drugs as recreation and not a life foundation.
Toby's a junkie, he's just turned nineteen
Shredded arms, he wants to be clean.
Afraid of himself, afraid of the law,
He counts the minutes until he can score.
Lighter and a spoon he grits his teeth against the pain
As he loads up the needle and shoves it in his veins.
His eyes start to widen, his mind starts to crash,
Four days later, his body's turned to ash.
Every negative action needs a positive reaction.
No use for condemnation, just rehabilitation.
Help with these addictions and criminal convictions.
Use drugs as recreation and not a life foundation.
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True Passion
01:25
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Growing up was always hard, never had a clear plan
Always told I had the smarts, knuckle down work hard.
But all I could was sit and stare, their words could not compare
To the ones I heard at home, the ones screamed down a microphone.
True passion is hard to find,
Time and time again I see it wasted away,
Replaced by materialistic lies.
Look at hip-used to have a message, now it's all about fat white lines.
Look at football used to be the beautiful game, now it's all infidelity and fame.
But believe me when I say true passion still exists,
You ain't gonna find it on MTV it's in the pubs where they play for free.
True passion is hard to find,
Time and time again I see it wasted away,
Replaced by materialistic lies.
True passion is hard to find,
Time and time again I see it wasted away,
Replaced by materialistic lies.
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Doom To The End
01:40
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Blue Sky Thinker, what's gone on?
You tow the line you know is wrong.
Blue Sky Thinker, how'd you cope?
When everyone around you is selling dope.
Blue sky (thinker!)
Blue sky (thinker!)
Blue sky (thinker!)
Incorruptable!
Blue sky (thinker!)
Blue sky (thinker!)
Blue sky (thinker!)
Incorruptable!
Blue Sky Thinker, how'd you drink?
With those who refuse to think.
Blue Sky Thinker, who'd you follow?
When progress leaves you feeling hollow.
Blue sky (thinker!)
Blue sky (thinker!)
Blue sky (thinker!)
Incorruptable!
Blue sky (thinker!)
Blue sky (thinker!)
Blue sky (thinker!)
Incorruptable!
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Misfits
00:54
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Darness falls, we're coming out to play.
Cider and tunes, and cops coming this way.
Stick together, we all know the plan:
Get booze! Get more booze, we'll start drinking again!
We're all just rag-tag misfits
Taking highs with the lows.
We believe life's a party
And we're inviting all we know!
Reconvene under street lights.
Across the river, we can hear a fight.
Run and duck for cover as another (cop) van rolls past,
This'll be a great fucking night and never the last!
We're all just rag-tag misfits
Taking highs with the lows.
We believe life's a party
And we're inviting all we know!
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Love the music,
Hate the scene.
It's time to wake up, it's twenty-fourteen!
Love the music,
Hate the scene.
It's time to wake up, it's twenty-fourteen!
Stupid fucking shit shouldn't happen in any town
But it's easy to miss with your head up in the clouds
Time to stand down, take a look around:
There's more than one hate crime to be found.
You cry equality for all on the dancefloor,
Bout out back you attack with a knife in the back.
It's time for your prehistoric rhetoric to get an overhaul.
Love the music,
Hate the scene.
It's time to wake up, it's twenty-fourteen!
Love the music,
Hate the scene.
It's time to wake up, it's twenty-fourteen!
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Greedy City Fat Cats
02:14
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Everyday in this country, millions of pounds are being paid back to banks as interest for money owed to them by people who don't have the willpower to save up for what they think they need.
This money is then used to give the same rich people even more riches just for letting the borrower use some of their money for a limited amount of time and paying back sometimes double the original sum.
And then these same people have to borrow more money from another source to pay back the interest on the original loan. And then complain that the banks are the ones who should be giving up their bonuses.
No credit cards! No loans!
No mortgages! Do it on your own.
This, of course, can incur major penalties if payments aren't made on time and these borrowers keep looking for someone to blame to stop them feeling so dreadful about having to support bankers' bonuses just to support themselves.
So if you're looking for someone to blame for the bankers being 'fat cats' and 'greedy' then you need only look into a mirror...
Wanna know how to stop the banks?
Don't borrow their fucking money!
No credit cards! No loans!
No mortgages! Do it on your own.
Of course the politicians don't see the point of getting rid of the bankers.
They're using taxpayers' money – our money – for their homes, food, cars and other luxuries you would usually get a loan out for a put onto a credit card.
In short, there's no-one in the right here, only a country of saps with a culture of greed, borrowing and ultimately, hypocrisy.
No credit cards! No loans!
No mortgages! Do it on your own.
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Irremovable
01:24
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Police kick down the pizza boy and then kick down the door
They eat away at my rights as my food lies on the floor.
They defend the ones who cause food prices to soar,
With a baton and a riot shield they shake me to the core.
On the streets, at 2am
Let the pigs, out of their pen.
They keep us stuck, in a rut.
It's time we got, the prime cuts.
Sure I know my rights and in this I'm never wrong
Sure I can't put things right with just a song.
You all know it, I fucking know it, it's been too fucking long,
They beat us an abuse us, just for smoking a bong.
On the streets, at 2am
Let the pigs, out of their pen.
They keep us stuck, in a rut.
It's time we got, the prime cuts.
On the streets, at 2am
Let the pigs, out of their pen.
They keep us stuck, in a rut.
It's time we got, the prime cuts.
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Jobs For The Poor
00:38
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I don't think it's right
To send people out to fight.
To go out and force change
And come back so fucking deranged.
Sent out to a village
Gunpoint rape and cross-hair pillage.
Nationalistic fervour is a recipe for murder.
Jobs for the rich, jobs for the poor,
Sick profiteering from terror and war.
I don't think it's right
To send people out to fight.
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One Sure Shot
01:30
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The man in the city hides his visage
As police and gestapo roll on past
He's done nothing wrong as he walks the street
But he catches the eye of the copper on the beat.
Sirens wail – lights flash
In a state of panic our protagonist will dash
Doesn't know why he's making a run
But the copper doesn't care as he pulls out his gun.
The body falls – our victim's dead
One sure shot to the back of the head
A search of his pockets reveals nothing's wrong
So the corpse now wears a backpack with a bomb.
Five years later and still no trial
And cases like these aren't even filed
The kid was only shot for being darker than you
Shot by the Nazi boys in blue.
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Oedipal Mashochist
00:58
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Oedipal Masochist!
Fast little shards of lead.
Oedipal Masochist!
Bang! Bang! You're now dead.
Firing big missiles, into the cradle
The fatherland, of civilisation.
A sure sign of, a regime unstable
And Freudian, indoctrination.
Oedipal Masochist!
Fast little shards of lead.
Oedipal Masochist!
Bang! Bang! You're now dead.
Thrusting large bullets, into tiny holes
Squeezing with a finger, firing them out.
With such precision, with such control
Penetrating flesh, at the speed of sound.
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Days Gone Bye
01:34
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Bad Religion and a bong
Sunken eyes and an ashen tone
Too stoned to write this song
Running for my life from the shambling hordes
Getting scared of days gone by,
I don’t even know if I'm dead or alive
Getting scared of days gone by,
I don’t even know if I'm dead or alive
Got no baccy to roll up a joint
Fighting for my life with a stolen gun
Even if I did I wouldn't see the point
I went to church but I could not pray
Getting scared of days gone by,
I don’t even know if I'm dead or alive
Getting scared of days gone by,
I don’t even know if I'm dead or alive
Getting scared of days gone by,
I don’t even know if I'm dead or alive
Getting scared of days gone by,
I don’t even know if I'm dead or alive
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FOXPUNCH Salisbury, UK
FOXPUNCH was conceived in May 2012.
FOXPUNCH materialised in January 2013.
FOXPUNCH have a bunch of songs.
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