Conflict - It's Time To See Who's Who NowIT'S TIME TO SEE WHO'S WHO NOW


Filled with love and compassion
As she fixes her make-up for a day of fun
He reads the news, it depresses her
With reports of death by bomb and gun
Astride their horses in the winter lanes
They smile at nature with tenderness
They hear the call, hold hands with pride
And look down at the bloody mess.

And civilised uproght citizens grin
As the dog's teeth tear at shrieking skin
"This ain't savagery, it's jolly old culture"
As they stand and wait for death like vultures
She laughs as the bloody furs flying
Re-applies her lipstick as te animals crying
He claims the tail as a privileged prize
And kicks the mangled corpse aside.

The time has come when we all must
Turn around and start to think
No more standing in the corner
Question the missing link
The link that creates the misery and pain
That sees the mistakes and makes them again
You've heard it once, you'll hear it again
Your blood, their blood, serves the same.

There they stand and there they grin
Never thinking or questioning
Why the blood of innocents must be split
They smile but they can't hide their guilt
That their life is built on a pile of bodies
Slaughtered animals, slaughtered squaddies
The pleasure they take from another death
Hides the truth that murder feeds their wealth.

She smiles at him as dead eyes stare
He takes her hand and strokes her hair
His fingertips soaked in misery
Are the mark of aristocracy
And the broken form lying in the ditch
The handiwork of the dog and bitch
Bears the label of decency
The honour given so graciously.

And backs are slapped in celebration
At the success of extermination
Freedom maintained so humanely
As they wipe their hands of blame so bravely
Back at home she wears the fur
That proves his precious love for her
Death and glory on her shoulders sit
As the master takes what's rightfully his.

Murder is committed in the guise of sport
Ripping flesh is given no thought
Glasses are raised in dedication
The crime is given a justification
Heart beats faster, eyes wide and staring
Death comes whistling, cold and uncaring
Slaughtered animals, slaughtered squaddies
Their wealth is built on the pile of bodies.


They practice so called justice law & order - Their first trick
They practice so called justice and soon they'll want our necks
They think we are their scapegoats - They look down on me and you
We'll just let them believe that until it's time to see who's who
Sometimes I wonder how much longer it will take
Till people start to realise that the law is but a fake
But across the world rebellions restrained
And turned against itself by there media's brain.

First it's the facts, then they're attacked
Changed too their lies, to maintain pride
Always one side, always their side
Never our side, fuck the lot.

Always titles, always disciples
They're packaging bullets for the rifles
People are dying and people are crying
While other people are mystifying
People are dead the colour was red
Lives are through, the colour was blue
People are fighting while people are writing
I realise someone is hiding the truth.

There's pressure in the east, there's pressure in the west
The pressure's building up but the rulers know best
How to hold back the masses who beg and demand
For the slightest chance of a change of command
A command that forces a lifestyle of sin
Then picks up the pieces and locks them in
That has the power and time to access and control enemy n° 1
The press.

People die in horror cell on the front page of the Sun
Then the page is turned and the real fun has begun
The horror is diluted as the page 3 girl arrives
Shapely tits, big building arse, a sparkle in her eye
More and more and more and more the horror becomes distant
It's swept aside with packaged lies, presented like a present
And by the time it's taken in just as your team is winning
A person's dead, another's lied but no sign of killing.


Looking for an answer to end all the violence,
But you'll find no solution behind that white paper.
Searching for a way to beat the fence
Do you really believe that ludicrous caper?

Mountbatten murdered, IRA gunman been shot dead,
All murdering bastards! Or is that just something that I've read?
Well, whatever, it's just the same
Death, destruction, violence and pain.

This side, that side, that side, this side, what side? Any side!
Can't side me.

Where could it end? What could the outcome be?
One thing for sure there'll be alot more corpses before the government begin to see.
A lot more screaming bullets, a lot more children dead,
A lot more bloody sundays all painted in red.
A lot more pointless talks
A lot more walks.
A whole lot more of whose tribes should rule
The squaddies on the corner, gunmen on the roof,
Who's the real terrorist?
Well it ain't me and you.

The british empire ain't what it used to be, mate!
And it's much too late to try and make Brit great.
What's the point in fighting out there.
British constitution, on the lands fate.

The vengil computer sums it all up,
Packed with reasons to fuck peoples lives up
Well, whatever, it's just the same,
Death, destruction, violence and pain.

I don't see no point in deciding
Because I won't fight for troops in Ireland
I won't shoot the IRA dead
Then again, I won't smash no squaddies heads
Because I don't want to die


This is the country you're supposed to be free
The democratic society
You're only free if you accept their views
And if you don't they'll imprison you

Young gangs fighting for respect
But everyones' a police suspect
The rich say anything for extra money
They're prostitutes and they think it's funny

This is the country that's supposed to help ya
But only the privileged get a fallout shelter
The police force, army, government and more
The tight arse shit's who start the wars

This fucking place is in a mess
The usual people are being oppressed
Kept at bay by piles of pointless laws
And all reasons kept safe behind closed doors

The reasons that they keep from you are the reasons that they've got you beat
They turn you against people like you, people like you on the street
Fighting wars is senseless, this country is not great
Wars are fixed by people who surround themselves with hate
Great Britain thinks it leads the world so civilised pure and free
Great Britain doesn't lead fuck all
Great Britain shit, you don't fool me

Smashing Argies - Falklands' ours
Falkland ours - What a con
We ain't even got a place to stick of arses on

Fighting wars in Russia, fighing wars in Spain
Killing in Nothern Ireland
It's all the fucking same


From day they say listen to me
You are born with eyes but they're not to see
Keep looking straight ahead and don't let them stray.
Don't question anything, don't think or debate

Do you know that at least 70% of the human population of this plantet starve
And many more do not get enough to eat? You must now be familiar with reports
Of the famine in Ethopia, where the weather has been so dry that crops fail,
Where the people are so hungry they have to walk many miles
To the nearest relief station where there might be food. If people have been generous.
In nay one station at least 40 people a day die, totally shrivelled.
They haven't the enegy to brush aay the flies that are wainting for their meal.
These people are the victims of our western government.
In Britain alone there are massive great food stores where surplus grains sits, in the EEC there are food mountains, in America farmers are paid to deastroy part of their harvest, while big corporations plunder the 3rd world countries at the expense of the natives.
Why is this, economic, the science of greed.
The which says people mus pay western prices for their food, the government takes the best first.
The western government have plenty of money, they tax us on our income, then they tax us on what we buy.
They take the money we have worked for and use it to buy arms.
They would rather be able to destroy the world 12 instead of 10 times over than transport surplus food to those who die.
Indeed, they become ill through obesity. must we tolerate these obscenities?
When soon even we may be starving because of their taxes.

Some people don't see the connections between big business and destruction.
The biggest murders are Mac Donald's.
Not only do they breed and slaughter millions of cattle, great rain forest are pulled down to make way for grazing ground.
This destroys hundred of unique specices each time not to mention the fact that we need the trees to produce oxygen for the planet.
Many birds in North America migrate to these forests, on arriving and finding no forest they die.
The drop in population of birds means - more insects and the American's only answer is pesticides.
We all know about factories that manufacture pesticides, you know about carbide, they're an American company that set up dangerous plants, nearly three thousand indians are dead due to their callousness, thousand have strokes and injuries that will never heal, innocent people who had done nothing, whose live isn't easy anyway, and why? So American can steal food from the starving millions.

Nearly all big business is based on exploitation for the worst kinds.
Cosmetic companies use dead animals to make their product,
Yhen poison manymore by feeding it to them with the end result of encouraging sexism by convincing men and women to look the same as each other
Advertising promotes this and advertising of any kind
Usually portrays women as a sex object only there to be raped, drug companie like Roche and I.C.I. claim to invent new drugs to cure imagined diseases.
Thousands die at the hands of their useless reasearch.
They try to make drugs to cure heart disease which was originally caused by the sufferer eating meat and diary products to excess.
Booker Mc Connell own everything from butchers to health shops, as long as the cash rolls in who cares?
Other companies who make machinery / domestic appliances (like thorn EMI) also make defence gadgetry.
British airospace specialise in fighters in favour of passenger jets, governments pay more for weaponry than domestic consumers pay for domestic items.
That's why many companies world wide clamour for defence orders?
Some would go bankrupt without them the final industry, uranium mining, sponsored in Britain by R.T.Z. plunders the landscape, kills the wild life, exploits the natives and gives them cancer.

The product Makes bombs to kill all and is used for nuclear fuel the kind of power that produces waste which can be pumped into the sea in Cumbria.
Deformed babies and children dying of Leukaemia are coincidences we are told.
How many more lies must we listen to?


One nation under the bomb
One nation under the bomb
One nation under the bomb
All nations under the bomb

Four minutes left in the game to play
Since that day in forty-five
We've never had a say
Was it a solution
To combat the right
Or just ahead in the never ending fight
The presidents plaything in the name Manhattan
Just another Hiroshima for him to flatten
The protest signs are spead across the earth
But will the protest pay their worth?

They keep us at bay with pilesw of business mans' excuses
Planning hard, they've got us bared, our blood will run like juices
How long left now, the hands tick by
Will we get our answers to what, where, why?

Who'll press the button? Who'll start the war?
Who'll survive the slaughter?
Who'll perish on the floor? The part you play in this fucked up set,
Leads to the overhead threat you'll never forget
The times up now, no protest crowd
Just have got your fucking shroud? It's coming now. Now, fucking now.


Left wing, right wing, you've heard it all before
Well can you spot the difference when they're knocking at the door?
And while you're poncing yourselves up to follow hordes of shit
Just remeber how it feels to be pushed, punched, kicked.

You can't change nothing with your violence and your hate
Do you really think by smashing heads you're gonna change that state?
You can't change nothing with your violence and your hate
Do you really think by smashing heads you're gonna change this place?

You talk of people dropping out, but the system just loves you
You stand in line and are counted now your revolutions through
Cos the movement that it started, it was arranged then logged and filed
More of your mates are dead now, soon you'll see them neatly piled.

You can't change nothing with your violence and your hate
Do you really think by smashing change that state?
The battlefield is set at Margate, and the bloods gonna run,
So don't be late.

Well they can keep that because I don't want to know
Won't play no part in the muscle man show
Won't be told that I should fight with you
Cos the real enemy sits back and grins at us too.

There's always people who'll hate what you say
There's always people who'll lock you away
There's always people with jobs to do
They're still flesh and blood like me and you.

Forced in jobs they don't want to know
For Monopoly money that's made to show
Taught to complete against the people in the street
Down on your knees, don't you think that's a treat?

This is planned from early on, when just tiny little mites
Squatting in the classroom learning how to read and write
Hearing all the good things like how to be polite
What we realise now is that they had control of sight.

We're told of gods galore, and heroes more
And never of the people that we're battered to the floor
Told to admire all leaders great and tall
But never told it was those bastards who made the people crawl.

If you look quite deep enough you'll see it all a con
A look at past history tells all government is wrong!


They say from acorns great oak trees do grow
And from evil man the genocide does flow
From the expenditure the schock waves spread
And the innocents in masses are easily led
It don't really matter if it's Communist red
Or whether it's Fascism that causes the fatal blow to the head.

America still don't realise it's mistake in Nam
But they weren't on the wrong end of the napalm
They still carry on their search for power and glory
It's just another chapter in mans story
Across the world they rear their ugly heads
Across the world in bloodshed red.

The story begins to wear thin
They say it's in the name of law
Will Vietnam be the forerunner to El Salvador?
Another nine years of killing, injuries and rapes
This year's winner is The Watergate Tapes
And this years Kissinger's a man called Haig
And the descendants have all caught the red, white and blue plague.


Political factions stepping into line
They think they're helping people when they give a date and time
But if they knew the truth of what was going on
There'd be no campaings or party broadcasts on
They're sitting in the backrooms giving orders out
Go and smash the other side, and get the bastards out.

Make a perfect world, is that your fucking aim?
Or are you just another sect who wants it's slice of fame?
Government, law & order can't you see that that's the con
Can't you use your fucking head and see what's going on?
They're all just rulers to dish the orders out
Go and smash each others side, but leave the people out.


Another find timing for a step into line.
For budding young stars who've just found the time
And old tune and shit words, as long as they rhyme
Well just watch them boys 'cos they can't fail this time

Well I've heard all the screams of another barmy army
But who sits in hotels with a champagne and salami?
It only leaves you to be the ones who barmy
You're being led on to make superstars fortune.

Yeah, we live in dead cities, and the streets are grey
But I don't need Top of the Pops to make me think that way
I can see this rebellion on my T.V. screen
But no sign of a future for you and me
A slight reflection of the past
But that didn't last
'Cos the people who mattered weren't roled in the cast
They're lining up another lot, all idols who'll
Be nailing down the coffin on me and you.

You tell me about the con barmy army
Well, excuse me if I laugh, but I think it's rather funny
That when the businessman farts the punters go running
It's just another pile of shit you see what's coming?

The businessmen whisper from backroom thrones
Their long grasping tentacles are hungry and strong
Top chart hits and future, we can't go wrong
But it's only their wallets that get fat on our songs

Does it really matter about the businessman's side?
I don't really give a fuck, if they're dead or alive
Top chart hits and future, they'll do that for you
But just ask this question, is it false or is it true?


The factory is churning out all processed packed and neat
An obscure butchered substance and the label reads "meat"
Hidden behind false names such as pork, ham, veal & beef
An eyes an eye, a life's a life, the now for forgotten belief
And everyday production lines are feeding out this farse.
To end up on a table then shat out of an arse.

Yet, still they're queing and still they're viewing
Sawing out limbs just right for stewing
Carcasses piled up in a heap
Sort juicy chunks from freezers deep
Well, can't you see that juice is blood
From new born throats red rives flood
Blood from young hearts, blood from the veins
Your blood their blood serves the same.

Now you're at the table, sitting, grinning
Sitting there eating you never realise the filling
It's served upon a sterile plate you don't think of the killing
The furthest your brain takes you, is it for frying or for grilling?
You moan about the seal cull, about the whale slaughter
But does it really matter whether it lives on land or watter?
You've never had a fur coat, you think it's cruel to the mink
Well how about the caw, pig or sheep, don't they make you think?
Since the day that you were born you've never been told the missing link.

It serves the same!

Yet still they're queuing and still they're viewing
Sawing out limbs just right for stewing
Carcasses piled up in a heap
Sort juicy chunk from freezers deep
Well can't you see that juice is blood
From new born throats red rivers flood
Blood from young hearts, blood from the veins
Your blood their blood serves the same.


There's a place that's neastly tucked away beyond the other side.
A place in which you'd never dream there would be a need to hide.
For the building is surrounded by pastures pure and green,
The image hides reality, and the distance kills the scream.

That comes from inside is never exposed to be fair, for the place is packed with scientists who show how much they care.
The guard stands bravely at the gates, with guard dog by his side.
The same breed of animal is butchered inside.

What a fucking waste of money
What a fucking waste of time
What a waste of human knowledge
What a fucking way to die.

Human freedom, animal rights, it's one struggle, one fight.

There ain't no fucking truth in the inspector files
As she walks down the death corridors, she covers her sighs with smiles.
She sees the pain and agony but remembering her position
She's got her place, another face, but she just ain't paid to question.

She thinks it's rather funny she's earning loads of money
Her eyes are forced aside as out comes another trolley
Another tray of corpses, more unballed, more unmentioned.
It's no good asking why? Why? Because they never fucking listen.

So liberate.... Liberate

Animal testing to detect thalidomide,
Torturing, killing, but there's loads more things to try.
The suffering, the pain, that excruciating pain,
It all goes over and over again.
This fucking witchcraft won't solve anything
The same experiments, over and over again

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