THE MASSACRE

• Thanks to the following Mad C---- below:
  From the UK, Colin 'Speedy' Richardson, Lol P 'For the advice', Mark B 'The Skinhead Stripper', Jock Rock, Dougie Brooks, Richard 'Shit Driver of the Year', Stevie 'Explain That To Me Again', Captain Scariet, 'Gas the Gig', Kev 'The Hammer' Moody, Gem 'Honest, I Sent it Last Week' Sure! Everyone at MFN, Jock & The Boys from GBH, Chaos UK 'For Putting US Up', Dave at 'Skin Deep' for the Tattoo, Strut & Skitzo, Dave Moffitt, Angie & Fiona, For the Effort, All the Punk Bands that are still around.
  From Belgium, Wattie Bloos, Blauners, Big Klaus.
  From Holland, Flap 'Punks Not Dead'.
  From Gemany, Carlos Flashman, Thomas Heidorn, Thomas Go Hike, Matthias Gobler, 'For the Great Gig' Cheers.
  From the USA, Jack Koshick, Erin Diamond at Direct, D.R.I., Chris & Josh from Gangreen.
• Special Thanks to the following people for the trust & faith over the years, Martin Hooker, Andy Summers, & Everyone who has made an effort to see us & bought our records, Thanks A Lot.
• Fuck Off to the following Shits who have their heads stuck so far up their Arse! Ron Peterwn 'You Rip Off C---' 'See You Soon', Ramsey 'Fucking Shit Mouth' 'Looking Forward to Meeting You', Max, Rock & Roll 'You're Full of Shit'.
• Produced by Wattie Buchan - Engineered by Colin 'I need My Sleep' Richardson - Recorded at The Slaughterhouse
• Wattie/Vocals - Smeeks/Back & Backing Vocals - Gogs/Guitar - Tony/Drums - The Driffield LAger Louts/Backing Vocals
• Photo by Tracy - Front Cover illustration by Terry Oakes
• Track listing: The Massacre / Sick Bastard / Porno Slut / Now I'n Dead / Boys In Blue / Dog Soldier / Don't Pay The Poll Tax / Fuck Religion / About To Die / Blown Out Of The Sky / Police Shit / Stop The Slaughter

Heavy street fighting
Been going on for days
Makeshift graves outside city limits
Filled with bodies of slaughtered people
Men, women, little children all dead

The massacre - why?
The massacre - why?

Eight month foetus
Sticking on a bayonet
Mother's just a piece of dead meat
Eight month foetus
Sticking on a bayonet
Mother's just a piece of dead meat

You murdered me with rope
You murdered me with guns too
You massacred whole families
And laughed throughout their pain

Repeat verses 1 & 3

The girl was screaming
Go leave me alone
She was only 5 years old
She had done no wrong
Her mother had told her don't talk to men
She'd ignored her advice
Never seen again

Sick bastard
Sick bastard

80 year old woman
Lying in her bed
Someone crept into her room
Left her for dead
He slashed her face
He broke her arm
Now in intensive care
Lying nearly dead

Sick bastard
Sick bastard

Why does he do it
Is he insane
Just what's going on
Inside his tiny brain
Is he sick! Does he know what he's done
One day they'll catch him
Then we will see him burn

Sick bastard
Sick bastard

80 year old wornan
Lying in her bed
Somebody broke into her room
Left her for dead
He cut her face, broke her arm
Now in intensive care
In a hospital bed

I watch you on my TV screen
My mind's in overdrive
You're being whipped, your arse is red
Being suspended by your breasts

I love you, I love you
My little porno slut

I love the smell of leather
You're my mistress of the night
I really want to own you
Your body, soul and mind

Nipple clamps bite your skin
But your pain turns me on
Pubes are shaved
Your c... is pierced
But it's your face I love the best

Lying on your back
Legs spread wide
Dildo between your legs
Now she rnakes you beg

Seen the ad on my TV set
Join the army, be a man
Join the army, learn new skills
Learn to kill and maim your friends

Now I'm dead
And nobody cares
It's part of the job

Now I'm dead
And nobody cares
It's part of the job

British soldier on tour of Ulster
Who's the enemy who's the foe
Sent to the Falklands
It's mites away
I didn't really want to go

On the news
In my living room
Soldier kitied by IRA
It happens now so often now
That people just don't even care

Repeat verse 1

Police sirens break the air
They're on their way
Riots break out on the streets
Someone's got to pay
Why has it got to this
They wonder why
Why can't they realise
Someone's going to die

They're after you
Boys in blue
Boys in blue
Running after you

Police vans screech to a halt
Out jump the law
Chasing youths down the street
Beat them with a stick
You resist, they hit you more
What can you do
Dragged away into their van
So they can bully you

No-one's left on the streets
Its quietened down
The problems still exist
Solutions must be found
Tension in the cities
It's running high
It's going to explode soon
You're all about to die

The government's not interested
They don't care at all
They think that jailing you
It's the problem solved
My time in prison I resent them more
Why can't they face the facts
That their policies are wrong

Dog soldier
Big and strong
Dog soldier
Heavily armed
Dog soldier
Fully trained
Dog soldier
For money's the game

Kill, kill, kill

Dog soldier
Why you here
Dog soldier
You show no fear
Dog soldier
Kill or be killed
Dog soldier
Death draws near

Dog soldier
Covered in blood
Dog soldier
Villages burnt
Dog soldier
Fire fights won
Dog soldier
Another job done

Repeat verse 1

It's coming through your letter box
A sheet for you to fill in
You know you have to do it
Cause you know you just can't win

Don't pay the poll tax
Won't pay the poll tax
Don't pay the poll tax
Stick it up her arse

Maggie said community charge
You better watch out the government's at large
You don't fill it in £50 fine
So you better send it back in time

Fill in the sheet with all your fax
They'll screw you with their poll tax
Take from the poor give to the rich
Doesn't that just make you sick

Politicians go here
Maggie Thatcher flying there
All the unemployment cuts
That's paying for all their fares

People die over religion
Look at Northern Ireland
Kids are brought up on hatred
If thats religion I don't want it

Fuck religion, full of shit
Fuck religion, full of shit
Fuck religion, full of shit

Jimmy Bakker on TV
A lying fuck but people believe
Caught in a hotel with his trousers down
Saving souls for his fee

Religion ain't worth dying for
Religion ain't worth dying for
Who can prove God was man
Can you prove that God was man

Repeat verse 1

See these missiles in the air
See these missiles in the air
All these missiles just for you
Pointed at me, pointed at you

You're about to die
Don't ask me why
Wave bye bye
Dead

Parents take your children below
Parents take your children below
Is this what you planned for them
In four minutes time they'll be dead

Just figures in government games
Just figures in government games
You're to blame, you're to blame
Was your vote that put them here

Why do children look to the sky
Watching death come from above
All those missiles just for us
Pointed at me pointed at you

Tell us the truth
We've got a right to know
Forty minutes into the air
Then came the final blow

Blown out of the sky
Blown out of the sky

270 victims of Flight 103
A year has passed already
And they still withhold the facts from me

They knew two weeks before
That atrocity was planned
But all the people at the embassy did
Was change their own flight plans

31,000 feet relaxing with a drink
How were they meant to know
That death was nearly theirs
A bomb was planted in a cargo hold
Put on by a person unknown
But the government will not admit
That they knew two months before

Police lie on oath
It happens all the time
15 years for the Guildford Four
Innocent people send them off to jail
You could be next
Can't trust the police at all

Can't trust the police at all
Can't trust the police at all
Police shit
Police shit

Walking down the High Street
With a friend of mine
Got stopped by the police
They asked us where we're from
I wouldn't tell him
Told him to go and get stuffed
He radioed for back up
Then they locked us up

They lie in court
It happens all the time 15 years for the Guildford Four
Innocent people send thern off to jail
Can't trust the police
Can't trust the police at all

Lying bastards police
Lying bastards police
Lying bastards police
Lying bastards police
Lying bastards police
Lying bastards police
Lying bastards police
Lying bastards police

Walking down the High Street
With a friend of mine
Stopped by the police
Asked us where we're from
I wouldn't tell him
Told him to go and get stuffed
He called for back up
Can't trust the police at all

An hour ago you heard kids laugh
Now there's silence
Why they died was obscene
No justified cause

Stop the slaughter
Stop it now
Stop the slaughter
Stop it now

Sudden death horrific injuries
Killed by cowards
Another bomb another cause
Brother fights brother

When will they learn
That planting bombs
Will get them nowhere
Everyone has a right to live without fear

Yesterday you heard kids laugh
Now its silent
Why they died was obscene
A worthless cause