THESE COLOURS DON'T RUN
The factories still churning out
Of that there's not a single doubt
There's more snide shit from their flea pits
They couldn't give a fucking shit.
It's true, overdue, and plain to see,
The plights of those in misery
A dead necked vision, product of subsidence
Fucked up, and held in screaming silence
Another police force investigation
Blatant lies, false fucked suggestions
Is it all down to communications?
Or does the grass need cutting?
Has it changed direction?
The chants that only serve to divide
The police link with the revenue, the royalties slide
Now as poor old joy gardener bites the dust
Why should I give a fucking fuck?
But the lefties scream outside the courts
Looking to lay the blame, it's no ones fault
They show sincerity, oh how much they care
Yeah, in their sick, twisted cause, in their affairs
A black boy has just missed his bus
A racist attack? Or blood thirsty lust?
Again the left jump on the back of this weeks attack
And force feed, socialist shit militant crap.
They blatantly try and whip up violence
Why don't they keep their arseholes shut?
And keep in silent.
Another black person has died, that is true
But are you surprised? I ain't, because I already knew
By promoting political deaths they could not give a fucking toss
Sexism reigns in mans green world
The A.L.F. proves yet again that they won't be told
That what they do (or don't) is totally wrong
So fuck off you insane cunts, it still remains... Our song!
Detention centres for the relentless
Approves schools for the fools
Abolish the jury, punish the fury
But it's our power that you fuel
So is it basically blatantly obvious
And in fact fucking common sense
That when people are forced to live in shit
Under your conditions, crime will undoubtedly spread
You may be watching every move we make
You even convince yourself that you're clever
But I'm looking back right into your eyes, so
Don't you ever, never ever, think that I might trip or
Slip right down your stairs
Into your cells, where unaware, you can beat
And fuck me senseless, while the world spins
You may have people on your side that I
Consider the lowest form of life
But don't you think of what you call respect
Even enters into our minds aspect
For I'm sick of respect, how about our causes instead?
What made the maddeened go to extreme lengths
Who simply couldn't take it
Who knew they wouldn't make it
Being ground down fine, by those who haven't got the time
For they shall punish those who sin
Toss the peasants live into the bin
Of those who won't beg for their pittance
And that still remains our fucking difference
Who will not beg to their Jesus, god
Christ I've had enough of that
Christ I've had enough of this!
Standing alone in a mystery
Standing alone in misery
I'm standing alone it's a mystery?
The start of the war, it's the first to die
So on my own, in not the place to be
First, I see visions of insane men
Unaware on the stairs, caught by the same gang
Pure hatred on young and aged faces
There's one, two, three, but they ain't leaving traces
As someone pushes past, I'm trapped right in their path
I try to respond, but this just raises a laugh
A clenched fist punches hard, smashing the face
I try to turn and run, but they're all over the place
I'm pulling hard on the stair rail, but this ain't my night
My shirt rips in two, as they hold me so tight
I feel a terrible blow, as something collides with skull
I fight back so hard but the blades take their toll
So many shots on target, on the floor curled up tight
The crazed just won't stop, is this finally goodnight?
Now a feeling so strange, something won't let it die
And can't let them screw up the rest of our lives
I'm losing all, all track of time
I feel the pain of a real life crime
Boy they roar, let's open up his head
Hey you; see how far you've pushed this
I'm now praying that someone will turn up soon
I'm unaware they're creeping down the backstairs
I shout "Hey, what am I getting this for?,
I weren't even there, I didn't go past the door".
But the baton rains down, the boots pile in
Why don't they leave it, look at the state that I'm in
The choppers chops hard, the blade cuts deep
Flesh hangs off in slices and I start to weep
The baton rains down, the boots pile in
I feel a strange peacefulness building up within
the choppers chops hard, the blood runs red
I feel total release, I think I must be dead
Back alive in the shadow of a dead man
I'm not alone? I'm reaching for the stair rails
Instead I grab the hand of the father
I see a face, it's the face of mother
There's someone else, it's the mother of my mother
Whose strong man is helping me
Climb up the stairs from the misery
Climb and climb, the stairs from the misery
Climbing the stairs
For the unaware?