1.Intro
2.This Story Continues...
Soldiers are dying and people are crying,
The government was lying but there's nowt new there.
It's their choice to sign up and we're meant to give a fuck,
About heartless bastards don't even care.
Game-like ad's make war look sweet,
This ain't no fuckin fiction, it's reality.
It ain't a fuckin fashion, it ain't fuckin cool,
Why would you wanna take part in this global death tool？
Army ad campaigns are fuckin bullshit.
See past the fun that they portray and fuck it.
Boycott the armies and lets sit and wait.
I can't stand this fuckin country no more anyway.
An army full of heroes is what your told,
Another ad campaign to get you on payroll.
Safety in numbers and camouflage clothes,
Ain't enough to stop a bullet through your dome.
But you love your country and your family is proud,
Proud of fuckin what, your heads in the clouds.
Think long and hard, what are you fighting for？
The exploitation of oil and the killing of poor.
3.Not Dead Yet
Lack of time and energy, from working all the hours.
Has left me bled and dry, and feeling kind of down.
The more hours that I work, the more tax I gotta give.
So when it comes to writing songs, I'm struggling to commit.
Not not not dead yet I'm just taking my time
Not not not dead yet I'm just taking my time
When your bodies full of spots. When you don't know what you've
got
The last thing on your mind, is churning out a song
When you cant see and your deaf. And your throat is sore and dry
I can't sing to save my life and all I wanna do is die
Not not not dead yet I'm just taking my time
Not not not dead yet I'm just taking my time
Not not not dead yet I'm just taking my time
Not not not dead yet I'm just taking my time
4.The Right To Die
Life is sacred, so be it yea？＊
I couldn't give a shit coz you made me sick.
Nobody can refuse you the right,
To give up your life, just fuckin end it!
Pressured into suicide by the fucked up laws,
Then labeled a psycho for being sick of your bodies war,
No one should have to suffer the pain,
The strain and then be told that their insane.
Keep your religion out of our laws,
In fact fuck religion, fuck the law.
Assisted suicide its illegal we know,
So would you take me to the backstreets and fuckin slit my
throat？
No.
Your laws and morals wont stop the killing,
So give people a chance to choose whether their living,
And the friends and family who assist the deed,
Won't have to be ashamed of giving what you need.
The Laws are sick and twisted,
I don't give a fuck if life is sacred.
You try to scream but the words don't come out.
You try to grab the pills but you cant move about.
You can't drown your self coz your being watched.
You can't reach for the knife coz they've been locked up.
You can't exercise by your self.
You can't eat or dress your fuckin' self.
Your dignity's been taken away.
You've had enough, your time is up.
Why is it so hard to understand
That some people don't want that helping hand.
Some people want their independence,
And once that has gone they wanna quit existence.
But they're incapable of doing this on their own,
So they're forced to live and suffer alone.
The laws are sick and twisted,
I don't give a fuck if life is sacred.
5.Keep Droppin'
I've fallen in love with a special kinda friend＊
A small lovey, little one with lots of love to spread,
I love the anxiety, the tension, excitement,
Is it in my head？ Is it in my head？
You take tha medication, gulp down some beer,
It's a winning combination, No worries no fears,
Just the greatest fuckin' feelin' you fucks will ever feel,
So call up your dealer and get some fuckin' chickaz!
I keep takin', poppin', droppin' ecstasy!
I just come up and my legs are like jelly,
Feeling a rumblin'n'tumblin' inside me
My veins are pumping this lovejuice through me,
My hearing's distorted, I'm strugglin' to see.
This shit is spouting out of my mouth,
But for some reason my pals know wot I'm on about,
Greatest times, still I cud do with a line
I wont be out of bed for some fuckin' time!
What the fuck did I just see,
That wall was closing in on me,
What the fuck did I just say,
My deep down feelings wont stay a way
This is the truth pill, swallow it whole.
Its the best fuckin' painkiller you'll ever swallow
Life is so much better on this,
It's just a shame that it doesn't really exist!
I keep takin', poppin', droppin' ecstasy
I keep talkin, I'm dry mouthin', I'm all out of ecstasy
6.America
We're the first to point the finger, we love to think we're
better than you.
We laugh at you in your cubicles, with your shirt and tie and
your ready meals.
Your white collar idiocy, your terrorist hypocrisy.
We try to hide the fact that we're just to blame, a smaller
country but we're the fucking same.
We're as bad as America.
We're as bad as America.
We're as bad as America.
It's true, we wish we were you.
We hate your fucking attitude, yet we copy your fashion and your
every move.
We mock you and your Burger King while we're waiting in the
queue.
Your white collar idiocy, your terrorist hypocrisy.
We try to hide the fact that we're just to blame, a smaller
country but we're the fucking same.
We're as bad as America.
We're as bad as America.
We're as bad as America.
It's true, we wish we were you.
7.Cops On Strike
Innocent people, gettin' beat＊
Whilst the police are catchin' speeders with their chip and pin,
There moaning that they don't get enough respect,
Nut didn't you join the force to enforce peace and protect,
Idle threats up in the air, their off on strike,
But we all know it wont happen so get on yer bike,
This will be laugh if it ever goes through,
With grandmas gettin' burgled, whats fuckin' new？
Cops on strike, you heard it right,
They're tryin' to scare us all,
Cops on strike, wot a load of tripe,
They've got the power but they want more from you,
So the taxpayers workin' to pay for their protection,
But the police are fuckin' strikin' for an early retirement,
Try it for a day, lets see what its like,
If everything's the same, lets keep it for life,
People gettin' mugged, with a knife and a gun,
Whilst the police are doin' nothing 'cept scratchin' their bums,
Doesn't sound any different to me,
Why don't we send a starving kid yer salary？
8.Congestion
Free country, I hear you say＊
Well I ain't satisfied, I want it my way.
Banning everything under the sun,
Life's just fuckin boring,
You've killed all the fun.
Tax the fuck out of cigarettes,
Then tell us all about the regrets.
Lose your money on the stick of death
So tax our speed and beer instead.
Force us from an early age
To go to work and earn a wage.
Then charge us for the congestion,
The noise and fumes you call pollution.
Can't u see that the real disease,
The real pollution that were up to our knees,
Slobs and whores with no contraception,
Another 4 parasites for the nation.
More babies on the way,
More money thrown away,
More idiots to feed,
More idiots to breed,
This is the true congestion,
No money for your pension.
9.Myths, Lies And Hypocrites
When I was a kid things were so different＊
Everyone's a friend, everyone's innocent,
I remember singing prayers in school assembly,
This almighty god exists, you don't think no different.
Fairytale stories drilled in to my skull,
Not one word was true, not fuckin' one,
So I ask my self this shit everyday
How can you all let Jesus get in your way？
God won't answer your fuckin' prayers,
Your logical mind tells you this is true.
But you were delusioned from such an early age
And your scared about what might not happen to you.
You fuckers keep relying on this fuckin' faith
But when your times up you won't leave this place.
You'll join the rest of us, buried with a spade,
A feast for all the bugs in your rotting grave!
God won't answer your prayers
And you can't escape this place.
Myths and lies and hypocrites
I'll give your religion a miss.
I know its sad for you to believe its the end,
But there ain't no reward, so why fuckin' pretend.
You keep on fuckin' praying and singin' yer hymns,
Whilst I enjoy my life committing yer sins.
God won't answer your prayers
And you can't escape this place.
Myths and lies and hypocrites,
I'll give your religion a miss.
10.Crawling On My Back
Do you even care or does it not bother you？＊
Identification cards, what does it mean to you
They'll be keeping track of your every move
Your every purchase, now does it bother you？
Ya credit cards and yer medication
Your finger prints and your information
Hooked up to the database and the NIR
Fail to comply and you'll carry the scar
Your retina scanned and yeah we gotta pay
For this invasion of privacy to take place
This cactus planting farce won't stop no terrorists
Hold your hand in the air and fucking clench your fist
I don't want your barcode stamp
I refuse to wear the tag
I just want to live my life
Without you crawling on my back
If you think that they will cut down on benefit fraud
Well then listen to me whilst i tell you the flaws
The cost to slip this programme into gear
Will cost this country cactus planting millions
11.Discipline
Discipline the youths. Send them to prison＊
Teach them a lesson. They'll never break again.
So you get outta prison and you're looking for a job.
But you got this fuckin record. No one will take you on.
Parents dis-owned you. So you got no place to live.
Soon your back behind bars for dealing heroin.
(What choice did you have？)
The system isn't working and is making things worse.
Prison ain't the answer for immense discipline.
I don't have the solution to your crime pollution.
But surely the answer lies at the root of the problem？
If you were brought up in poverty on a rough estate.
Surely that could be the reason why you choose to share such
hate？
Domestic violence？ Brought up with no dad？
And the government wonders why you act so bad.
So you get outta prison and you're looking for a job.
But you got this fuckin record. No one will take you on.
Parents dis-owned you. So you got no place to live.
Soon your back behind bars for dealing heroin.
12.Friends ／ Mistakes
I've been friends with this guy for years＊
Got on great, no blood, no tears.
Just beer and music and life on the road,
One of my brothers so far from home.
We were a unit, but now I've ruined it,
But I was telling the whole truth you must believe it.
So I made one mistake,
Tricked and deceived by a so called mate.
That evil bitch I still feel so much hate,
Locked him away from his life and his mates.
But I miss the days on tour, with a pocket of pills.
I'm sure that you must feel the same？
But I miss the days on tour,
With a bottle of Morgans.
I'm sure you must feel the same？
Or maybe not.
I don't blame you for believing the lies,
Some women have the power to hypnotize.
But why abandon your friends for this？
This was my mistake, let me take the blame.
13.Fadz
Finally, you've seen some sense＊
Your fad has worn away you fuckin inbreds.
You know who you are, the ones who would scold,
When I'd be drinking cider in your cult like town.
You'll never mention that shit that you did.
You'd rather just forget all that straight edged biz.
But I won't forget that couple of years,
When you had to wear a cross coz you didn't drink beer.
No one gives a shit if you drink or you don't.
No one gives a fuck if you smoke or you don't.
I don't give two shits if you think I'm a dick.
At least I know that I am true to myself.
No one gives a fuck if you drink or you don't,
Which is why you made a fuss you attention seeking joke.
Trying to fit in？ Be part of a crowd？
Just don't preach to me about the shit that I smoke.
Dividing the scene, I hated that shit.
But now you've come around and you wanna slot back in.
You've changed your looks and now your drinking all the time,
But I won't forget those fascist punk times.
What the fuck happened to the scene back then？
With its elitist hierarchy and separation of friends.
The tighter the pants, the straighter the hair.
No one gives a fuck about how much hairspray you wear.
Remember how you looked when you practiced your moves？
You looked like a cunt, I'm telling you.
I know that you've changed, you grew out of this shit,
But I'll never forget you, you arrogant set of pricks.
14.Never Stop
Start with a beer, 2, 3 or 4＊
Then were downing the absinthe, yet still we want more,
Skin up a doob and pass that shit round,
Phone up tha taxi, get me in to town,
Rack up the cocaine, smoke some more mary,
Down some more vodka, far too much vodka,
Taxi turns up and were already fucked,
Open the window coz I need to sober up, I need to sober up.
Will we ever stop, fuckin' our bodies up？
Get kicked out of a club, for gettin' caught rackin' up,
Those fuckin' bouncers nicked our stash,
Arguin' the toss 'cos we want it back.
15.Think You're A Hero
You say you're a feminist, what a fuckin joke.
Dividing the genders with reverse sexism,
what are you trying to prove？
You're just as bad as the next sexist pig,
but you think you're a hero above all of it.
There's more to feminism than hating men.
fuck your ideas you don't know fucking shit.
You think you're a hero, but your IQ is zero,
and no one likes you.
You walk around like you own the place,
with your fucked up ideas and all your complaints.
Are you just bitter coz your lonely,
you're a fuckin parasite in society.
16.Smell The Irony
Crying child, confused and hurt,
cos his homies been buried by rubble and dirt,
wanders around to find his Dad,
who's been blown to bits by an air strike, it's mad.
These people he thought were here to save,
and divert the terror so far away,
have destroyed his home, his dreams and family,
in a war against terror, smell the irony？
The same excuses everyday,
where we try to justify why we are there today.
Patrolling, abusing, attacking and killing,
even more civilians suffering.
What is wrong with our population,
blinded by the lies of terrorism.
Turn off your TV and use your head,
your not the one who's getting shot dead.
Can you smell the irony？
How many attacks have they made？
And how many people have we saved？
It's propaganda can't you see？
We're not the victims anymore.
Military reports of a wanted man,
located maybe somewhere in Afghanistan,
forget the research, 'call the carpet bomb',
another thousand casualties and no result.
What makes these innocent families
any less valuable than your own？
Can't you see what we've become？
Ignorant, malicious, terrorist scum.
17.Backpains And Agony
Every morning the alarm bells,
pierce my drums and then I smell that smell.
In this bed so nice and warm,
but I know the room I'm in's so cold.
Ignore the time for just five minutes more,
coz my brains not ticking over for sure.
Why can't I just wake in my own time,
Why can't I just lay in this time.
The clouds are pissing acid rain,
and the air I breath, my lungs decay.
Mindless zombies walk down the street,
why？ All we need to do is eat.
Nine to five, five days a week,
and the cars are clogging up the streets.
Depression and boredom sets in my head,
why did I bother getting out of bed？
This isn't life, this is called slavery,
no matter how you dress it up.
Subject to work, back pains and agony,
are we really better off？
Every night I'd lay awake,
worrying about the mistakes I made.
Nightmares of the day ahead,
another day of ass kissing that I can't take.
So I shoved it, left them in shit.
It sure felt good just for a bit,
but now my bank account is dry,
and begging for the day I get another try.
I hate work, work hates me.
18.Memories
Why have you done this to us,
Your friends and family,
What reason did you have your
Ending your life prematurely
It makes no sense to me,
I'm adding 1 + 1 and I'm getting 3,
It shouldn't be like this,
Why did it end like this
I wish I got to know you,
More than that I did,
I wish I got to show you
what a true friend is,
You were our brother,
We took you under our wing,
But that's what gets me through,
My memories of singing these songs with you
Your reasons, your problems,
Could we not help you solve them,
No warning, explanation,
Something we won't get over
I wish we stayed up late,
Laughing and joking around,
We never really opened up,
Or got messed up in town,
Looking back I think I barely knew you,
I regret not really getting to know you,
But then I'd sing these songs with you,
Felt like I'd grown up with you,
I still don't know the truth,
The details of what went on,
And I don't know who to ask,
Would asking be so wrong,
All I know is that you're gone,
Cant bring ya back life must carry on,
The only thing that gets me through,
Is my memory of singing these songs with you.
Your reasons, your problems,
Could we not help you solve them,
No warning, explanation,
Something we won't get over
Your reasons, your problems,
Could we not help you solve them,
No warning, explanation,
Something we won't get over
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