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String The Bastards Up
01:03
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how dare this criminal minority
challenge our middle-class hegemony
don't these chavs know their place
laughable characters for our comedy
so hang 'em and flog 'em
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Inspiration
00:53
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every single thing that you miss - you gain elsewhere
every single time that you fail - – a lesson learnt
I am the way that I see the world
I have the power to change my view
open my eyes and I see -– inspiration!
Always in the same place - not standing still
always hoping to see – something new
I am the way the words that I use
I have the power to choose
open my eyes and I see – inspiration!
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watching the playground antics
of the leaders of this land#
dismayed by the bullying tactics
these muppets are getting out of hand
please stop telling me i'm clueless
when I really don't understand
how you could be so fucking clueless
thinking you're a better man
label themselves the talent
deserve the money that they steal
and yet again its the masses
paying for the few
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we're outraged they killed one of ours
quick go and bring us someone's head
civilization can't survive another day
until one of theirs ends up dead
an eye for an eye, a death for a death
an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye
an eye for an eye until there is no one left
instruction comes from those at the top
on how to get away with a lie
they've shown us that all we need to do
is make someone different die
a death in the orange, a death in the green
a death in the east, a death in the west
death of a civilian, a death of a child
A death is a death is the best
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Our natural world is such a fragile place
If we're not careful, it's gone without a trace
The animals aren't there just to entertain
Leave them alone, let them live in peace
Skinned alive, skinned alive
Bring me the head of the fucking prick
You're not fooling us we know it's all a lie
You're not alone we know that you wont die
No survival needed, you stay in an hotel
You're killing just for fun, I hope you burn in hell
Skinned alive, skinned alive
Bring me the head of the fucking prick
Bring me the head of Edward Grylls
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Funny For A While
00:55
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Funny for a while then the laughter just died
You wiped the smile clean off my stupid face
You cut so deep blaming it on someone else
You cut so much nothings ever coming back
Condemned condemned condemned...oi! oi!
Funny for a while, realised we'd been condemned
So many fell for the lie of spend spend spend
You're safe and sound, bonus nicely tucked away
Sound as a pound tucked away overseas
Condemned condemned condemned...oi! oi!
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7. |
Confused By The Funk
01:03
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Hands bleeding, arms burning
Again and again and I'm still learning
Blood pumping head pounding
This ain’t as bad as it sounding
Heads empty hearts yearning
This time around not so discerning
Blood pumping head pounding
This ain’t as bad as it sounding
Gasping for breath
Punching the air
I still need
To be heard
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The Shorts Southampton, UK
Mike Fox - vocals
Neil Clelland - Guitar
Alan Marshall - Bass
Tony Suspect -
Drums
We came, we saw, we stayed for far too long...
Veterans of the UK’s soutHCoast DIY punk rock scene since the early ‘80s; serving time in bands, being involved with organising gigs and writing fanzines including Suspect Device.
Four decades, three chords, two fingers, one drum beat.
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