Hang 'em, Flog 'em

by The Shorts

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released August 17, 2014

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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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Track Name: String The Bastards Up
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
Track Name: Inspiration
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!
Track Name: Please Stop Telling Me I'm Clueless
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
Track Name: Quick, We Need Another Bogeyman, This One Is Full Of Holes
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
Track Name: Bring Me The Skinned And Mutilated Corpse Of Bear Grylls
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
Track Name: Funny For A While
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!
Track Name: Confused By The Funk
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

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