All they ever wanted
Was the sweat of your brow
Taken from your homeland
This is your country now
Ghettoed in the worst housing;
cut off from society
Given the worst employment
with no opportunity
‘It’s so disgraceful!
I want no part of that!’
Well that’s so easy to say
when your face ain’t black.
The State took discrimination
and they made it clean.
Those who think they have a stake in the Nation
take it to the extreme
In the palaces of policy,
where they shift the blame,
Labour and Conservative
play the racist game.
They say ‘It shouldn’t happen
it couldn’t happen,
it wouldn’t happen here’
But then it happens
Oh yes! It happens.
Every day of the year
They say ‘It shouldn’t happen’
Monday 12 May 2008
Freewill And Farewell
Still recalling those good old days
Better times and better ways
Wanting things to be as before
Common sense ain’t common anymore
Banners still proclaim ‘UNITY!’
While there’s no-one in the factory
The old Brigade cry for ‘MILITANCY!’
Turning the present into history
Here are the slogans of yesterday
For yesterday’s people to go their own way
For any chance then we must say:
Better times and better ways
Wanting things to be as before
Common sense ain’t common anymore
Banners still proclaim ‘UNITY!’
While there’s no-one in the factory
The old Brigade cry for ‘MILITANCY!’
Turning the present into history
Here are the slogans of yesterday
For yesterday’s people to go their own way
For any chance then we must say:
‘This is goodbye to yesterday!’
Silent For Too Long
I wish you’d remember
what it was that I said first
You know your law is just a plastic bullet:
It don’t kill; but, Christ! It hurts
Chorus:
Calling you
Here I am
Calling You!
You say I condone murder
But no matter how I try
I say that it’s not murder
But we don’t see eye-to-eye
Chorus:
Calling you
You ask me how I feel
about the occupying force
Then you try to drag m own when I say
‘Things couldn’t be much worse
Chorus:
Calling you
Here I am
Calling You!
what it was that I said first
You know your law is just a plastic bullet:
It don’t kill; but, Christ! It hurts
Chorus:
Calling you
Here I am
Calling You!
You say I condone murder
But no matter how I try
I say that it’s not murder
But we don’t see eye-to-eye
Chorus:
Calling you
You ask me how I feel
about the occupying force
Then you try to drag m own when I say
‘Things couldn’t be much worse
Chorus:
Calling you
Here I am
Calling You!
Real Eyes
These steps that led to your door,
I must have taken them a thousand times before.
Now I know what it is you meant
by sowing the seeds of discontent
Chorus:
This propaganda war
is leading me astray
Don’t know what we’re fighting for.
Don’t want to fight anyway
They’ve got us by the throats
But what do we care
If they send in the gunboats
to end this love affair?
Chorus:
This propaganda war
is leading me astray
Don’t know what we’re fighting for.
Don’t want to fight anyway
I must have taken them a thousand times before.
Now I know what it is you meant
by sowing the seeds of discontent
Chorus:
This propaganda war
is leading me astray
Don’t know what we’re fighting for.
Don’t want to fight anyway
They’ve got us by the throats
But what do we care
If they send in the gunboats
to end this love affair?
Chorus:
This propaganda war
is leading me astray
Don’t know what we’re fighting for.
Don’t want to fight anyway
The Man Who Fell Apart
(I saw him in the trenches)
I saw him in the trenches diving for cover
I saw him on his knees, playing the lover
If anyone should ask then tell them from the start
I was the man who fell apart
Chorus:
I was the man with the assassinated character
I was the man who broke your heart
I was the man who said nothing new to her
I was the man who fell apart
He lost a leg, he lost an arm
He lost his head and he lost his charm
If anyone should ask then tell them it’s his style
I was the man who fell apart for a while
Chorus:
I was the man with the assassinated character
I was the man who broke your heart
I was the man who said nothing new to her
I was the man who fell apart
He brought the news home to us
He told us how we could be treacherous
If anyone should ask then tell them it’s his art
I was the man who fell apart
Chorus:
I was the man with the assassinated character
I was the man who broke your heart
I was the man who said nothing new to her
I was the man who fell apart
Refrain
I was the man who told you lies
I was the man who told you the truth
I was the man for you to despise
I was the man who lost his youth
I was the man who wrote songs about you . . .
I saw him in the trenches diving for cover
I saw him on his knees, playing the lover
If anyone should ask then tell them from the start
I was the man who fell apart
Chorus:
I was the man with the assassinated character
I was the man who broke your heart
I was the man who said nothing new to her
I was the man who fell apart
He lost a leg, he lost an arm
He lost his head and he lost his charm
If anyone should ask then tell them it’s his style
I was the man who fell apart for a while
Chorus:
I was the man with the assassinated character
I was the man who broke your heart
I was the man who said nothing new to her
I was the man who fell apart
He brought the news home to us
He told us how we could be treacherous
If anyone should ask then tell them it’s his art
I was the man who fell apart
Chorus:
I was the man with the assassinated character
I was the man who broke your heart
I was the man who said nothing new to her
I was the man who fell apart
Refrain
I was the man who told you lies
I was the man who told you the truth
I was the man for you to despise
I was the man who lost his youth
I was the man who wrote songs about you . . .
Last Night Was The Best Night Of My Life
(O’ Driscoll/Kelly/Daly)
We Met in the car park just by chance
The smell of exhaust fumes adding something to this romance
You said you’d love me for as long s I lived
And you said you you’d need me as long as I could give all that I could give
Chorus:
Oh and
Last night was the best night of my life
We went to your house and watched soaps on the TV
You tried to claim me as your private property
But I can’t be exchanged like some commodity
My ‘use-value’ is just what use you have for me
Chorus:
Oh and
Last night was the best night of my life
She said: ‘Oh, you have a heart of gold’
But that is something that cannot be bought and sold
If it can’t get me what I want most on this Earth
This heart of gold really hasn’t that much worth
Chorus:
By the way!
Last night was the best night of my life
We Met in the car park just by chance
The smell of exhaust fumes adding something to this romance
You said you’d love me for as long s I lived
And you said you you’d need me as long as I could give all that I could give
Chorus:
Oh and
Last night was the best night of my life
We went to your house and watched soaps on the TV
You tried to claim me as your private property
But I can’t be exchanged like some commodity
My ‘use-value’ is just what use you have for me
Chorus:
Oh and
Last night was the best night of my life
She said: ‘Oh, you have a heart of gold’
But that is something that cannot be bought and sold
If it can’t get me what I want most on this Earth
This heart of gold really hasn’t that much worth
Chorus:
By the way!
Last night was the best night of my life
Go South
The man of the moment is the idol of the Left
He prophesises torment and the Country’s Rising Debt
The Telegraph goes psychopath at the mention of his name
The Morning Star won’t go too far and hides its head in shame
Chorus:
Stop putting words into my mouth
There’s no room for anymore
I’ll take a plane and I’ll go down South
To lose myself in someone else’s war
Forward with Britain! Forward with the scum
The last bit of enlightenment is on the front page of the Sun
Every picture tells a story and the ink dirties your hand
The Man’s moment of glory will be echoed through the land
Chorus:
Stop putting words into my mouth
There’s no room for anymore
I’ll take a plane and I’ll go down South
To lose myself in someone else’s war
War in Southern Africa, war I the Middle East
The writers and photographers go like vampires to the feast
Cameras click, typewriters record every soldiers dying groan
To remind the Reading hordes how good it is to be at home
Chorus:
Stop putting words into my mouth
There’s no room for anymore
I’ll take a plane and I’ll go down South
To lose myself in someone else’s war
He prophesises torment and the Country’s Rising Debt
The Telegraph goes psychopath at the mention of his name
The Morning Star won’t go too far and hides its head in shame
Chorus:
Stop putting words into my mouth
There’s no room for anymore
I’ll take a plane and I’ll go down South
To lose myself in someone else’s war
Forward with Britain! Forward with the scum
The last bit of enlightenment is on the front page of the Sun
Every picture tells a story and the ink dirties your hand
The Man’s moment of glory will be echoed through the land
Chorus:
Stop putting words into my mouth
There’s no room for anymore
I’ll take a plane and I’ll go down South
To lose myself in someone else’s war
War in Southern Africa, war I the Middle East
The writers and photographers go like vampires to the feast
Cameras click, typewriters record every soldiers dying groan
To remind the Reading hordes how good it is to be at home
Chorus:
Stop putting words into my mouth
There’s no room for anymore
I’ll take a plane and I’ll go down South
To lose myself in someone else’s war
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