Song lyrics

Above it all
All over the place
Always antifascist
Autonomous spaces
Border regime
Box of tricks
Broken cages
Chagossian heartbreak
Choose to refuse
Fashion victims
Freedom fighters
Frightened of freedom
History lessons
Mug’s game
Number one
Property wrongs
Punk as fuck
Quiet life
Raise your sights
Rostros negados
Sick to death
Space invaders
Test tube future
The people’s trial of Jeremy Kyle
We won’t be stopped
Worlds apart

Above it all

Separation, exploitation, you can justify anything
When every living thing’s at our disposal and you think the human race is king
Property, authority, hierarchy lies at the root of it all
But from where you think you’re stood on top of the world there’s a very long way to fall
Objectification, severed relations, numbers replace lives
Mass torture, cruelty, abuse and slaughter are neatly normalised

CH: Categorised as commodities legitimises the atrocities
Ringing any bells from history? Let’s fight like hell for all to be free

Domination, subjugation, ours is the loudest voice
But what makes our species really stand out is it’s capacity to destroy
Domestication, annihilation for fun, food, profit and science
Unquestioning acceptance of horrific daily violence


It’s not up to us how other animals should behave. We’ve got no place to control or to enslave
What makes you think that you can decide their worth, their lives, their conditions, their death and their birth?
Why do you accept that human progress and gains means inflicting so much misery, suffering and pain?
The slaughterhouse, the zoo and the laboratory cage must be demolished and abolished with all our rage
But we can’t stop there because there’s so much more. Total liberation is what we’re fighting for

All over the place

We pile into the van and we’re off on tour. Em’s at the wheel with her foot to the floor
We got places to go and people to see. For a while at least we’re breaking free

We may get lost but we can’t go wrong with so many good people laughs and songs
And collective living where everything’s shared remind us that we are everywhere

Sound system’s full blast and we’re doing alright, dancing all the way through another top night
Tomorrow our legs and heads will hurt but tomorrow we don’t have to go to work

We got a feeling that we’re in the right place and the dancefloor’s full of friendly faces
We’re so proud to support and play in the free spaces where we wish we could stay

CH: For all the trouble makers and the rebels we know
For the squats and the raves and the punk rock shows
GO GO GO!!!!

Buzzin from the music, the people we’ve met, the places and the stories we’ll never forget
all the people who understand, all the organisers and wicked bands:

There’s lots of places we have been that show what we got is more than just a scene
And we can do more than just survive. Resistance culture keeps us alive

Up the punks, anarchists and squatter crews opening spaces and showing new views
They know what they’re doing and show what can be done mixing freedom and autonomy with lots of fun

None of this lot could you call workshy. They’re not afraid of living it DIY
They’ve built so much from fuck all, flying the flags and standing tall

When the cops come it’s less talk more rocks on the streets and barricades defend the squats
Never mind the laws, whatever they say, they may get us out but we’ll never go away


Always antifascist

It’s a tired old story when times are harsh
the fascists and racists go on the march
with twisted faces and ideas
misplaced anger, ignorance and fear
They go for easy targets and never aim high
Believing all the bullshit and swallowing all the lies
yeah they can shout loud but they’ve nothing to say
just the same old bigotry that never goes away
Repackaged as radical, new and improved
but so many times it’s been proved
they’ve got nothing to offer but division and hate
and power and strength to the nation state

CH:Raised fists antifascists help the fightback spread
and the only good fascist is one that is dead
Militants in resistance we know our enemies
and we know that our best weapon is solidarity

Police and fascists march side by side
it’s always been the way, it can’t be denied
waving batons or St George crosses
they’re working for the rich and the same bosses
So there’s plenty of violence to protect “Free speech”
for the fascist scum and the filth they preach
their “right to protest” is always ensured
while antifascists feel the force of the law

Liberals without a clue
trying to tell “the movement” what to do
follow the leaders from a to b
and let’s pretend we got unity
Stirring speeches keep people still
as designated protest pens are filled
miles from the fascists behind police rails
playing it safe and doomed to fail

We know that fighting fascism means sometimes we have to fight
not pacified, dead end demos where everything is so polite
It’s not about being macho, elite or supertough
but a look at the history of fascism should tell us enough
It’s confidence and strength will grow if it is unopposed
so with barricades and whatever it takes we’ll make sure the road is closed
Wherever they start we have to stop them to make sure they have no chance
there’s many ways to beat the fascists and push back their advance
We’ll never accept the rise of the right or fascists on our streets
and we won’t follow leaders on the long road to defeat
In memory of fallen comrades we will never forget
nor do we forgive so our rage is fueled to destroy the fascist threat


As I watch the earth evolve, its revolutions seem eternal
But these are dark days indeed, when ill-conceived deeds dash all hope
Though I try to practice patience, this complacence and debasement
Of rationality persists to be our ever-tightening rope
And it seems to me, unequivocally, these walls deny autonomy
And I can’t accept the tide that’s turning from knowledge to faith
Science now eroded by un-intelligent design 
Archaeology denied to preserve the sanctity of archaic lies

And with the twist of the religious knife, the masses fall beneath the tide
Of rhetoric designed to quieten minds with dividing lines
And suddenly, there’s us and them, a white-washed past, the rule of men
Keeping us sedate, teaching how and who to hate
Their fraudulent directives lead us into our next war
The mechanisms of control to wipe out excess poor
So no, I won’t accept, I won’t forget the blood you’ve shed, I’ll be unled!
Fuck all your religions, I’ll become my own god

Because the sum of my pieces is all that I am
Free of dogma or guilt, forming my own master plan
I mould and shape and create, sculpt this thing that I am
No deity shall provide, but I’m pretty sure I can

CH: Apotheosis – there’s nothing in the sky Apotheosis – religion is a lie
Apotheosis – this freedom is no curse Apotheosis – I’ll shape my universe

Hypnotised by spectral effigies, the soldiers fall in line
Stripped of dissent and sense, submerged in caustic diatribes
In life, the architects of death, in death become reasons to kill
Exhumed for exhibition to reinforce the fear instilled
Raping the land and slaying love; guided missiles, misguided men
Execute a scheme conceived to serve up profit without end
While in our safe suburban nests, they dance macabre on our screens
Anaesthetised, we close our eyes, drown and destroy our hope and dreams

So let’s put this one to bed, no, there’s nothing in the sky
Just carbon, chance and energy, no answer to your cries
Your wars, your hatred and your slavery were based upon a lie
No forces forcing all our hands, there’s nowhere left to hide


Autonomous spaces

Can’t shake the feeling we’ve been here before
If I could just get closer to the door
Does anyone else feel the need to scream
Now we’ve spent two hours on the colour scheme
So, twelve more items we’ve got to discuss
Well if this is anarchy, what’s the fuss?
Trapped in meetings with no end
Talking round in circles, going round the bend

But stay calm! Reality check! What the fuck did you expect?
There’s no short cuts and time flies, learning to self organise
With no leaders we have equal say, we’re trying a different way

My time disappears clearing other people’s mess
I’d get a “proper job” if I needed this stress
If we really wanna see the collapse of the state
We’re gonna have to learn to wash our own plate
Of doing battle with the chaos I’ve had my quota
And there has to be life beyond the rota
And why if we’re so many and they are few
Are our sub-collectives made up of two?

But here’s kids coming through the door
They say they’ve never been in before
They’ve heard about the place and like the idea
Right up for it, they wanna volunteer
So much to do but our time we’ll give
Working together in collectives

CH: Autonomous spaces, liberated zones

Sometimes it seems we can never agree
And it doesn’t look good for our autonomy
All the hours we have spent in stupid, pointless arguments
Oh no, here we go, it’s kicking off again
This bickering’s driving me insane
Egos clash and ideas collide
It’s easy to forget we’re on the same side

But there’s friends for life who’ll meet up here
And many more who’ll lose their fear
No more living in isolation
Building trust and cooperation
An open space to communicate
No limits to what we can create

Our city’s dominated by corporate shit
Everywhere they’re getting away with it
Every last corner privatised
Dragging us down with high rise
More supermarkets and luxury flats
To line the pockets of the fat cats
And we’re priced out and pushed aside
Then they whinge about why has the community died

But this place is for everyone
We’ve seen what can be done
With nothing but our energy
Ideas and strength of community
Giving for free as much as we can
This is where make our stand


Border regime

Thousands flee in desperation, their home’s a war-torn hell
Where children play at soldiers to the sound of booming shells
For one young woman who’s grown up fast surrounded by the guns
In the back of a truck to another land, she’s with the lucky ones
But at the end of her long journey, after so much pain
There’s no friendly faces waiting as she’s forcibly detained

CH: Coz the system needs her in the right place, caught in the poverty trap
For the good of the nation, for the sake of lines on maps
And money moves so much further and faster in the 21st century
But the borders get more solid when you’re a refugee

Back home the streets are no go zones where snipers open fire
And here she’s going nowhere, hemmed in by razor wire
They say she’ll be sent back soon to the place where she comes from
Cell door slams shut as she wonders what it is that she’s done wrong
If only they could see the ruins of the place from where she came
They’d probably send her back there just the fucking same


One of the few who made it through is struggling to stay sane
It’s a tonne of sweat just to survive and he’s got no food again
He cane in search of a better life but all he found was fear
Harassed by the cops, abused by the news coz they don’t like gypsies here
All those nights he lay awake dreaming of safer shores
Now he can’t sleep coz the fascists are banging at the door

And the racist scum get all the help they need from the government’s big scheme
Refugees declared the enemy by the border regime

Box of tricks

I’ll tell you about the box of tricks, many see it as a friend
It’s illusions and hypnotic powers appear to have no end
You can sit back and lose yourself, abandon all free thought
Just let yourself be open to it’s tricks of many sorts
It will give you information but twist reality
There’s some things it will show but there’s so much that you won’t see
There’s lots of unasked questions, fact and fiction are the same
And the box of tricks is in control as you’re drawn into the game

CH: What happened to our stories and collective creativity?
Replaced by mass sedation push button apathy
In this disinformation age we’re prisoners of technology
In the comfort of your armchair believing you’re so free

If you’re feeling lonely on your devotion it will feed
And when you’re feeling empty it will show you what you need
If you’ve lost your identity there’s some ideas it can give
About what will make you happy, the sort of life that you should live
There’s really no alternative that the box of tricks could sell
This is in fact the only way, as all your friends will tell
And the box of tricks gets angry if you choose not to conform
It’s power has no equal in bringing on a storm


You’ll be asked to take a side against the demon of the day
The box of tricks knows people’s fears – with them it will play
Sensational live images of suffering and pain
With wars and disasters it will keep you entertained
Just as much as you need to know it brings the latest news
And if you can’t see what all this means it will help you with your views
But what you learn from the box of tricks can never be left behind
It’s illusions and distortions will be always on your mind

So now you’ve heard this warning are you able to reject
Monoculture uniformity – see the need to disconnect

Broken cages

We stand together pushing at the fence and the not so thin blue line
As they faithfully serve the faceless ones to crush these dreams of mine
We’re told these dreams are dangerous by oh so reasonable men
Who torture and abuse for profit time and time and time again
We’re tired of your “proper channels” and protest contained
So shout your orders as much as you like we’re not playing by the rules of your game no more
Your baton charges, CS gas and police state laws
Can’t control us coz we know what’s going on behind closed doors
Your maximum security and propaganda machine
Have protected you well but it just can’t last and the truth will be seen

CH: Respect to the crowd as I look around to see the fences come crashing down
As on and on the conflict rages I’m dreaming of broken cages

Manipulation of the truth is guided by your hand
To isolate us and discredit the things for which we stand
Branded as extremists by fanatical media lies
State violence and brutality ignored and justified
So the iron fist in the velvet glove grips stronger every day
And a young girl lies knocked out on the floor as the cameras turn away
Show trial intimidation as sentences get longer
Well the prisoner’s injustice is shared by all so you only make us stronger
The voiceless suffer silently it’s been going on too long
We’ll speak for them with our actions and fight to right this wrong


Chagossian heartbreak

There was a community far out to sea over the horizon, a matriarchy
Nothing bought and nothing sold a peaceful life on a coral atoll

A hangover from a colonial past former plantations self organised
Been living here, for hundreds of years ancestors buried roots into the sky

CH: There are no flowers for them, forgotten lives beneath the new runway
The island lost to Camp Justice, beauty shops, haircuts and a laundry service

But all that changed after the war, Uncle Sam was oh so sure
An empty space was needed quick with a nuclear discount as a trick


Banished into misery
Forced out of their own homes
Vanished out of history
Gravestones are no go zones
Exiled, torn apart
Little babies born to starve
No justice on stolen land just a bunch of wars to start
Lives negotiable, totally disposable
Justice is just pish the state is not emotional
Pack of thieves, pack of lies they just cannot hide
Island swept and sanitised
Murder maximised

Ship them off, burn their homes, through centuries of practice the island was cleansed
Dumped at the docks, lost and ignored. Don’t turn around don’t break your heart


Choose to refuse

The elections farce keeps you on your arse
Choosing which scum will attack our class
Voting in thieves and hipocrites
Different shades of the same shit
The only choice here is bad and worse
Why do so many accept this curse
Your cross in a box is not much say
But it helps these bastards get their way

CH: Giving them power is giving in
Whoever you vote for government wins
You got no choice but you gotta choose
It’s all an illusion you can refuse
Giving them power is giving in
Whoever you vote for government wins
The ballot box is a well laid trap
It should only be used to take a crap

Politicians do nothing for me and you
About real life they don’t have a clue
Everything they do and say is fake
They make a career of being on the take
Corrupt, greedy, lying scum
Noses stuck up corporate bums
With your votes you’re saying let’s have more
Of a system that’s rotten to the core


Kneel, bend over and vote in the ultimate show of futility and powerlessness
Vote to be a spectator watching them run and ruin your life
Vote X Factor, Big Brother, choose one lifeless shithead or another
So much choice, it’s so exciting but voting changes nothing!


A dying empire in a state of collapse
Now we see how deeply we’ve been trapped
Everybody’s gotta share in this crisis
and now’s the time to fight for something better than this
Spending our lives in the house of credit cards
Rush to the sales when times get hard
Drawn by empty promises and driven by excess
We let them lead us into this mess
Crippling debt and homes under threat
The vultures circling for all they can get
With so many ways to make us pay
We’re past the worst of it so they say
Race you to the bottom, feel the cutbacks
While the super rich are busy evading tax
And for greedy bankers who direct the fraud
It’s bonus city and huge rewards
for them the system never failed
Blank cheque how quickly they got bailed
With our money of course this is nothing new
We’ve always slaved for the greed of the few

CH: We’re breaking ranks, death to the banks, in anarchy we trust
Let’s turn off this show, it’s all got to go, BOOM AND BUST

Talking heads line up to give their views
Expert opinions to keep us confused
Lots of advice on how how we can cope
Chat shows and adverts selling hope
With recession beating useful tips
They loan us a paddle on a sinking ship
Please don’t panic rescue will come
If we just let them do the sums
The important bit is that we wait
For the leaders of the market and the state
Only they have the power to restructure our lives
With some expertly wielded corporate knives
But we’ve past the point of no return
They’re fiddling figures while the empire burns
Their solution is more of the same
It’s time we changed the rules of the game


Look around you how much more proof
Do people need to face the truth
None of this can be rearranged
Let’s turn their crisis into real change
The bosses’ will feel real executive stress
when we take it all back and repossess
Our time our future our land our homes and start living lives we can all our own


Fashion victims

So many people trying to be different but all doing the same thing
As millions of others stuck in traffic who are also wondering
Why it seems they can never be happy now all their money’s spent
And is it normal to feel so totally fucked – don’t know where the weekend went
There’s a part of them that knows full well it’s driving them insane
But soon it’s put to the back of their minds and they’re doing it all again
Buying substitutes for real life, all the things they can’t afford
Forming orderly queues to nowhere where everyone looks so bored

CH: Shop Shop Shop til you drop – Will you ever get enough? Will it ever stop?
Shop Shop Shop til you drop – Will you ever get enough? Will it ever stop?

While we’re busy doing sums the real costs are never seen
Coz it all adds up to ecocide the damage done by our routines
So when seas turn black, the world’s on fire and ancient forests fall
He who dies with the most toys wins – it’s the rule of the shopping mall
But everyone’s a loser in this inhuman race
Burying our future under tonnes of toxic waste
And burying your head up your arse coz it’s easier to ignore
The misery and lifelessness of our endless quest for more


Freedom fighters

A song for the brave all across the world living under attack
They’ve seen too much and suffered too long but still they’re fighting back
In slavery there’s no justice so they’re breaking their chains
They say they’ve got very little to lose and a world to reclaim
Tired of crippling poverty and living on their knees
They’re taking back control of their lives in the face of tyranny

Generals smile as they make a deal, the guns they buy are the best
They’re drawing up plans to crush these rebels helped by friends from The West
Business booms for the industry, they arm dictators well
No questions asked so far removed from the genocide they sell
So another village is razed to the ground as company profits rise
Robbed from the poor and paid in blood by people brutalised

CH: But in a time of violence there are those who break the silence
They refuse to be victims any more
For the words they dare to speak and the justice that they seek
Their voices can no longer be ignored

The freedom fighters’ struggle is hard, they’ve been fighting for a while
Murderers in the highest places who never stand on trial
Some fight with words, some fight with guns, so many of them have died
Calling out for basic human rights the system denies
But the murders and the atrocities won’t stifle the people’s dreams
They long for a time of peace and no more terrorist regimes
Liberty will not be given, it’s a thing that must be won
And the people will dance again when the soldiers have gone

All strength to the freedom fighters wherever they may be
For the chains that they have dared to break they’re already running free


Frightened of freedom

Is this really the way you choose to live? Can you trust you elected representatives?
Can you really say what you want or is their democracy just a front?
How safe do you feel with more police and do you accept that war is peace?
How much are you prepared to sacrifice, for your so-called freedom what’s the price?

CH: Frightened of freedom so you choose to believe them
When they say we need more control
And everything’s fine if you stay in line
And quietly fulfill your role

Under all the control with which we’re faced most of us just accept our place
Never stand out from the crowd, live your life within what’s allowed
It’s with all the little rules that you obey that you build your own prison every day
There’s a guard that’s living in your head – you won’t be free until he’s dead
But he’s only as powerful as you let him be – you don’t have to surrender your will to be free

More cameras in the streets. More weapons for cops on the beat.
New laws to punish hard. Private security. I.D. cards.
More powers for the secret state to listen in and infiltrate.
With the so called war on terrorism, society is one big prison.

Try doing some things you never dared – each time you do you’ll be less scared
Say the things people don’t like to mention – bare your arse to social convention
Anything’s possible – imagine a life without rules or discipline
Learn to pick the locks of mental cages – disobedience is so contagious
Lose the fear of being on you own and realise anyway you’re not alone



Havoc in the city and the streets run red
Another young fighter’s lying dead
The fuckers shot him in the head
Like so many before
And I thought how his life could have been
And about the new world he might have seen
As I saw his corpse on the TV screen
Wake up this is war

CH: Carlo is dead no more he’ll be with us kicking down their door

It’s the same old shit so many years
When we get stronger they get the fear
So now we see their face more clear
And a struggle lies ahead
Fascist cops ain’t got no shame
Their handlers never take the blame
But all they do is fan the flames
And panic as they spread

CH: Carlo is dead no more he’ll be with us kicking down their door
Though they left him dead on the floor he’ll be with us kicking down their door

Smiling for cameras they raise a glass
To the privilege of the ruling class
But none of this was made to last
They’re headed for a fall
The tyrants feel their final hour
Large cracks appearing in the tower
Brick by brick destroy their power
The writing’s on the wall

CH: Carlo is dead no more he’ll be with us kicking down their door
Though they left him dead on the floor he’ll be with us kicking down their door
Carlo is dead no more he’ll be with us kicking down their door
With all the ones they killed before he’ll be with us kicking down their door

Watching the mayhem in the streets below
Head in hands as the riots grow
Security seems quite upset
At what was once just a minor threat
There’s no hiding from all their crimes
They’ll never be safe all the time
And when the table’s finally overturned
Their stock exchanges will crash and burn


History lessons

Important people make history, so we’re always told
Generals, presidents, conquerors, kings and queens of old
But look beyond the facts we’re given and the books we’re allowed to see
That they’ve used to keep us in the dark, to wipe out our memory
History is re-written by liars, thieves and cheats
But we’re the ones who make it – it comes up from the streets
Sometimes it seems from nowhere, other times well organised
But insurrection spreads like wildfire when we see through their lies

CH: They can change colours, go by a different name
But all government’s violence just the same

Calls for freedom throughout the ages have always been met with lead
By murderous governments everywhere piling up the dead
Whether it’s the minions of the market or defenders of the crown
By sword or club or machine gun fire they’ve always put us down
The force of order wastes no time to go in for the kill
Learn the lessons from the past coz our enemies certainly will
Betrayed, imprisoned, masacred – history gets repeated
But the struggle for a better world has never been defeated


There’s no way they’ll stamp out our ideas
Though they’ve been trying for so many years
Though it may seem hopeless and all the odds are stacked
Every day there’s more of us fighting back
To create the sort of world we want to see
Where all government is history


Wreck the prison society
Rebel against everything that stops us being free
Revolt against sexism and patriarchy
Rethink assigned gender and identity
Reject the culture of celebrity
Wreck, Rebel, Revolt, Rethink, Reject

For all these things there is no app
Could it be your smartphone’s another clever trap?
Full screen dominance, we’re isolated
Keyboard warfare’s overrated

Social media does not make a revolution make
Profile, status it’s just another fake
Mass communications aren’t mine or yours
But another tool to keep us masses indoors

The illusion of community and connection
Has got us all facing in one direction
We won’t change much with all the texts we send
Obsessed with the screen and facebook friends

Can you really do it all from your phone
Or is the power at your fingertips not your own?
Is it all a substitute for taking tho the streets
And the power that we hold when we really meet?

There’s no shortcuts on your laptop
We’ve a long way to go to make the madness stop
Are you carried away with your portable device
And a mobile that keeps you immobilised?

Our time is wasted staring at these screens
When we could be in the real world fighting for our dreams
Breaking the grip of handheld distractions
Shutting down their power as we switch to action

Rage against abuse and brutality
Reclaim our lives and our autonomy
Resist the destruction wreaked by industry
Refuse the impositions of authority
Remember past struggles and our history
Rage, Reclaim, Resist, Refuse, Remember


The world we want to live in is too far away
The bad times are here to stay
All hope is gone and there’s nothing we can do
Apathy is everywhere the rebels are too few
No one is listening to the screams and shouts
We’re powerless and we can’t break out
Revolution was just a futile dream
The struggle’s been lost or so it seems

CH: But the only struggle that is lost is the one that’s never fought
so lift your head up high and fight to win
Demand the impossible with a new world in our hearts
Stay solid never give in

Everything has a price and it’s all doomed
to be used, exploited and consumed
A devastated planet pushed over the brink
Millions of species made extinct
So much life annihilated by politics
Toxic air and chemicals keep us sick
Desperate people, ruined lives everywhere
Suffering’s so normal that no one cares
Children learn early on that life is cruel
Violence and domination are what rules
We’ll never know peace or freedom or a life not sold
We’re defeated, beaten, numb and so controlled

Bu there’s many of us having a go
and living our lives against the flow
Remember that you are not alone
and nothing here is set in stone
Recognise our struggles are all linked
and things can change faster than you think
Victories and struggle can be won
The impossible can be done


Mug’s game

So this is how it ends with crying friends and spraypaint RIPs
For another young life, lost to a knife and a grieving family
Scarves hung up at the scene of the ruck, the crew show their grief
So are they sick of it all or will they make the call for payback and more beef
Now it is on and to be someone you gotta be with the gang
With so many screw face it’s a dangerous place, someone’s gonna get banged
Wrong side of the road, wrong look or postcode, BS bullshit
Inner city stress, always a test you could be the next target
They say it’s sick hanging with the clique making a name
With hoods and caps and gangsta rap it almost feels like fame

Got no job so they go on the rob masked up with tools and blades
Mugging is for mugs, parasitical thugs desperate to upgrade
They attack in packs to jump and jack, bikes, wallets, phones
For a few more toys class unity destroyed, stealing off their own
How can they believe it’s okay to thieve, abuse and terrorise
People down the street and when they meet will they look them in the eyes?
I can understand that from where they stand the world’s their enemy
Surrounded by greed and unmet needs of a life in poverty
Community decay, no hope, low pay what do you expect?
But it can’t can’t excuse the way they choose to get money and respect

The cops are never there they just don’t care as long as it’s contained
In the trouble spots left to rot where they put the blame
Calls for more police to keep the peace keep our rulers pleased
Their solutions are fake don’t make the mistake of trusting authorities
Organising for ourselves, where do we begin
With fear, suspicion, a war of attrition and an enemy within

Gangsters and muggers with their anti social crime
are all part of the game to keep us all in line
Cops and robbers should have no place in our communities
They stand in the way of the world we want to see

Number one

There’s a young boy lying face down in the dirt. He’s trying to hide how much it hurts
As he hurries to the gates of the playground away from the big boys who push him around
Class idiot at the back is doing her best but she just can’t cope with all these tests
Sick of being treated like a fool, punished, abused and ridiculed
42” screen his neighbours can’t compete and his car is the envy of the street
But still he hasn’t found the key to be quite as good as the celebrities

CH: Do you ever stop to think about all the damage done
By endless competition, looking after number one?
Tit for tat, an eye for an eye and nobody can see
All against all and the world against me

Climbing the ladder of success treading on the heads of all the rest
Going to the top at all costs she’ll claw her way to one day be boss
Raging inside he’s at his worst and he’ll do what it takes to get there first
He’s a timebomb ready to explode and he’ll kill or die for this piece of road
The boys are out in force on the town looking for a ruck someone’s going down
To prove their manhood and show their might so it’s any excuse to start the fight

A young blood with so much to prove is running with the gang his life is on the move
Until one night it gets cut short another senseless stabbing on a news report
Bigots make a stand for all things white and there’s racists attacks every day and night
They say we’re overrun, we shouldn’t let them in. This is how fascism begins
Survival of the fittest makes the world go round and war on this earth is everywhere to be found
Man versus nature, ecosystems in the way, racing on the fasttrack to the end of our days

Property wrongs

Bangin at the door, it’s the bailiffs and the law but the barricades piled well high
“Let’s make these bastards work for it!” says Gordon with a glint in his eye

He’s had it with being pushed around, left for dead on the waiting list
Now there’s a line in the sand at his front door and he’s ready to resist

Why should he be homeless,forced to sleep out rough
While thousands of homes stand empty, enough is enough

No quarter, just a corner like the one into which he’s backed
Raging as their hammers smash through his door but his dignity’s intact

CH: Scum landlords! They’ve had it all too long!
Their property rights are properly wrong!
Our right to have a home will only be won
when the rule of property’s dead and gone

From the forced eviction coz you can’t afford the rent
to the paramilitaries that the landlords sent
From the benefit cuts and the bedroom tax
to the bulldozers trashing squatter’s shacks
The pressures and the threats of losing your home
besides the comfort of the rich and all they own
Old folks forced to choose between heating or eating
and the homeless freezing under cardboard sheets
Nervous breakdowns and fucked up health
are just some of the costs of the landlord’s wealth!

Kids are getting asthma because their home is damp and cold
And the rain is running down the walls through a roof that’s full of holes

A family asks the landlord to do what’s right and fair
They hope for a home that’s fit to live in and they wait for the repairs
The years pass by while they’re ignored but then comes the quick fix
A letter from the landlord with a notice of eviction


Property is theft, property is death
Owners take all and there’s nothing left


Punk as fuck

It’s Saturday night, we’re at another gig and it’s “No conform!” and “Fuck the pigs!”
But there’s still all these unspoken laws and contests to see who’s most hardcore
There’s a bloke who looks like he’s had enough, staggering about, looking well tough
Swearing at the band – oh how fierce!
Did he lose his last brain cell when his dick got pierced?
To him anarchy means blagging the door, kicks and punches on the dancefloor
Getting more abusive as he gets more drunk, reckons it makes him a proper punk

CH: We can do so much more than this or shall we just self destruct?
We could just say “Bollocks!” and go on the piss – yeah really punk as fuck

Then there’s those who allow themselves to be another product on the corporate shelves
Where punk is all about looking cool – the marketing men are laughing at the fools
For swallowing the years of media hype, trying to be a walking stereotype
What happened to the anger, where’s the passion in rebellion sold back as fashion?
So just how much do you care about the things on the T-shirts that you wear
You look like you know the score, but real change doesn’t come from a record store

We can do so much more than this or shall we just self destruct?
We could just say “Bollocks!” and buy more records – yeah really punk as fuck

Then there’s those looking moody at the back, uniformly dressed in black
Been there, done it, got the T-shirt but do they still have the will to really subvert?
Or has it all become just another routine, converted itself to a harmless scene
Where people have forgotten how to speak – a case of the ever-shrinking clique?
So will you stay quiet when they say punk’s dead or show we’re alive and kicking instead?
Despite all the shit that we’ve been fed – alive and kicking , punks not dead!

We can do so much more than this or shall we just self destruct?
We could just say “Bollocks!” and go on the piss – yeah really punk as fuck
We can do so much more than this or shall we just self destruct?
We could just say “Bollocks!” and buy more records – yeah really punk as fuck

Quiet life

Anything for a quiet life, eh?
A life of conformity, complicity, keeping your head down and your eyes, ears and mouth well shut
Where peace is the sort protected by armies and police
And the quiet is the kind you find in the graveyard

If ever I choose to change my ways to a normal life for the rest of my days
To be a good citizen what does it take?
Should I let myself be easily led by soothing voices in my head
To fill my life with plastic ‘til I’m dead?
I could buy a more beautiful better me with people on telly for company
Put all my hopes on the lottery
Should I vote for the government of liberty, shop my friends and family
Feel safe with more CCTV?

To be normal these are some of the things you’ll need
To earn your place in the temple of greed
Carry on shopping while all around you dies

For the rich and famous we’ll line the streets, I’ll live for the chance to kiss their feet
My love for leaders will be complete
I’ll take as truth everything I’m told and learn to be ruthless as my life goes cold
See that all things in this world can be bought and sold
Should I cheer the loudest when we go to war, do my best to despise the poor
When the clampdown starts I’ll be sure to stay indoors

To be normal these are some things you’ll need
See the hand that beats as the hand that feeds
Well this so called quiet life means living a lie

Raise your sights

They sell it as adventure and so much fun, learn to drive a tank and shoot big guns
Put your manhood to the test, it’s your one big chance to be the best
If you got what it takes to lose the fear, the army will give you a good career
For so many this is how it all begins, turned into ruthless assassins

CH: Sign on the line to seal your fate, to do the dirty work of the state
Killing for the bosses and the rich, but for all they care you can die in a ditch
Joining the ranks of millions slain for capitalist power and political gain

Thinking for yourself will be a thing of the past, orders are orders no questions asked
Leave the decisions to better minds and leave your conscience far behind
You’re already a casualty if you let them choose your enemy
Keep telling yourself that you’re with the good guys
“Fighting for freedom”, falling for their lies
The media war’s just one of their ploys to get the nation behind our boys
And when they come back in body bags politicians demand we wave their flags
For the heroes who died in a far off place, it’s always other people’s lives their prepared to waste
Flowers, salutes and names in stone don’t bring slaughtered young men home

If ever there’s a weapon in my hand it won’t be aiming where they planned
See the real enemy, raise your sights against the system that makes us fight
Their peace means constant war and death, we will resist until our last breath

Rostros negados

Lights, camera new democracy but there’s millions left for dead – history
Now the cute little Indian tourist attraction’s saying “Basta Ya!”, it’s time for action
In a quiet town you’d never know of the battle in this place seven years ago
Well they remember those who fought with a rebel dignity that could not be bought
Masks cover faces but not the pride of the ones who could never be pacified
Kids grow up fast and they don’t forget the age old struggle ain’t finished yet

CH: Through the jungle valleys there’s a ghost who rides
They say the old guerrilla never really died
They’ll never catch him though many have tried

They told us how the uprising began, how the landlords shat a brick and ran
Stolen lands now occupied, rightful owners working side by side
Soldiers storm through the conflict zone but the companeros know they’re not alone
Their words find an echo in distant streets, there’s millions beside them on their feet


El pueblo olvidado, su rostro negado, jamas sera callado
Zapata vive, la lucha sigue aqui nadie se rinde

Sick to death

If you’re hard to condition they’ll give you a condition with letters by your name
It’s a war of attrition and expert decisions to make sufferers feel the blame

Oppositional defiance and non compliance are now syndromes and disorders
Bogus science and a frightening alliance of discipline and doctor’s orders

Dans ce pays, l’argent est important
Un compte bien garni vaut plus qu’un physique bien portant
Pourtant omnipotents beaucoup d’entre-nous sont mal partis
Trompés, trahis sans emploi dans la mère patrie
(In this country, money’s important
Their bank accounts health is more important than your body’s
Even though we’re capable, we start on the wrong foot
Sabotaged, betrayed, unemployed in the motherland)

They’ve got the skills to keep you taking pills conveniently anaesthatised
But feeling more ill and with a breaking will as you’ve been medicalised

With a toxic cocktail good for corporate sales and keeping you disabled
Feeling you’re a fail and your life’s off the rails dragged down by your label

CH: See through the mind tricks
There’s no quick fix
It’s the system that’s sick
It’s the system that’s sick

Again and again you’re told the problem’s with your brain you gotta find ways to adjust
To the system that remains the source of all the pain but their medicine you have to trust

These pills aren’t for you they’ve got more to do with helping authorities cope
And to renew the expert’s view that troubled kids must be doped
Tu penses que je pense que tes pensées ne sont pas réfléchies
Mais quand tu diras santé, certains entendront ke-fri
La valeur marchande au détriment de la valeur humaine
Bienvenue sur ta planète ou la consommation est reine
(You think that I think that your thoughts aren’t thought out
But when you say health, others hear only money
Market worth is more revered than human values
Welcome to your planet where consumerism is King)

The “side effects” make you sick and vexed so it’s time to add more drugs
To keep it all in check and to keep you wrecked as your health goes down the plug

Angry or depressed there’s interests that made and will keep you that way
And they know what’s best when you fail all their testscit’s a professional game they play

La santé, les gens, passe au second plan
Profits et bénéfices suffisent à motiver les gens
L’amour le plus important est celui voué à la monnaie
Plus de sentiment tout n’est que conflit d’intérêts
(Health and the people are a secondary matter
Profit and benefits are the prime motivators
The most imperative devotion is the one to money
No more sentiments, they’re but a conflict of interest)


Space invaders

When I was a kid I remember I used to play this game
But now it’s all so much more real since space invaders came
They’ve slipped past our defences, declared a liberated zone
Now their symbols are everywhere and the schools are full of clones
All subjects will be targeted from a very early age
Space invaders mesmerise from the very first page

CH: In the global village you’ve got no place
They’re taking every bit of space
Alienation corporation in your face

Bombardment of your senses they’ll  make you understand
All the world now communicates in the language of the brand
And the choice of a new generation fits neatly in the mould
Revolution is a soft drink best left in the cold
To be a part of the one big family it’s important what you wear
But the family fun for everyone ain’t for everyone to share


From neon temples everywhere they preach
About chasing things that are out of reach
In virtual reality life’s a beach
From neon temples everywhere they preach
About chasing things that are out of reach
Make believe that life’s a beach


The whole world stopped to watch the towers fall
A playground bully got a kick in the balls
U.S.A. takes a body blow
Get ready for a million T.V. shows
About attacks on “all that we hold dear”
And the news just keeps us living in fear
When everybody’s really scared
The scene is set, our minds prepared
It’s all straight out of Hollywood
Terrorists bad, governments good
Eyes glued to the TV screen
Overdrive switch on the war machine

CH: Flags are flying in the land of the free for defenders of hypocrisy
A minute’s silence then back to work and the dogs of war are going berserk

So we’re told we have to make them pay
But who is “we” and who is “they”
Are they the mothers who silently pray
For their dying kids who got in the way
Of the superpower blitzkrieg advance
No, they never stood a fucking chance
Born in the wrong place at the wrong time
Made to suffer for the tyrant’s crimes
Smart bombs and words alike deployed
To hide the truth of lives destroyed
Are these the people we must hate?
Is this what makes a nation great?

CH: Flags are flying in the land of the free and it’s looking good for the economy
A minute’s silence then back to work and the dogs of war are going berserk

“Liberated” by the action heroes
But enduring freedom’s still stuck at zero
War for democracy or power and oil?
The corporations are waiting for the spoils
Moving in to “reconstruct”
But for the survivors the future’s fucked
As the force of order gets let loose
Human life’s nothing but a target for abuse
So now it’s all over – victory
but everyone is an enemy
they’re always looking to start more wars
This ain’t no game with a final score

In one place the dead are victims, never to be forgot
In another it’s collateral damage, where life doesn’t mean a lot

Test tube future

It started not so long ago, the experiment to show how little they know
The scientists blindly racing forward to perform their tricks for the company board
How long before we count the costs of boundaries we should never have crossed
And all things living used as tools to make big bucks for corporate fools
The web of life they will not see, can’t be a research laboratory
Playing god with life is a dangerous game, when it fucks up will they take the blame?
Test tube logic strictly followed, disinformation easily swallowed
The experts say it’s safe for sure – where have we heard all this before?

CH: You’re part of this experiment, you’ve not been given a choice
So will you be forced to comply or will you raise your voice?
Do you want a test tube future, subject to a master plan?
No, I say it’s time to resist in every way we can

They say it’s carefully regulated but it’s not just the food that’s manipulated
Coz the relevant authorities have strings that are pulled by the industry
So they set out hand in hand sowing mutant seeds across the land
As the biohazard quickly spreads no-one knows what lies ahead
Unseen dangers ignored by tests in line with company interest
Millions spent to deceive to ensure the guinea pigs still believe
Experts decide where are future lies, don’t question them for they are wise
“For the common good” you’ll hear them say
and you can’t stop progress anyway


Now they’re looking hard to find the genes to realise all their long held dreams
With new, improved technology – unquestioning conformity
Building a world of happy clones with no ideas of their own
And the ones that will never suit their tastes will be dealt with as genetic waste
In an endless quest to control there are those who will gladly sell your soul
There’s nothing they won’t manipulate, take action now before it’s too late


The people’s trial of jeremy kyle

On a show like any other is where it all began
They say no one saw it coming and there was no secret plan
During the daily dose of ridicule, contempt and disdain
For the riff thrown to the lions for their entertaining pain
Because there’s nothing like easy targets and public misery
To misdirect our outrage and for making good TV
Superior, self righteous, arrogant and slick
Smugly beating lowly proles with his moralist stick
The attack dog of family values is he how he made his name
But now he’s just remembered for the show of his own shame

CH: Jeremy Kyle, a man so vile, choked to death on his own bile
And the people’s trial of Jeremy Kyle for a long while will bring a smile

All cameras were on the high priest spouting his usual crap
But it all went very off script on the day the audience snapped
A long overdue and vengeful spectator intervention
Showed viewers at home some of the things that scumbag never mentioned
As the people grabbed the microphones to expose this hypocrite
Poor Jeremy must have realised then his life was not worth shit
Demanding someone pull the plug but the whole things been rewired
For 15 minutes of shame before this bastard gets retired
He tried to run for cover to the safety of backstage
But there was no escape from the slimelight and his podium was his cage
His minders too had changed their mind, all they could do was grin
And join millions watching Mr. Kyle taking it on the chin
But still he sneered, scoffed and jeered, looking down his nose
At those who dared to laugh and point at the emperor with no clothes



In your eyes I see no life, just a cold and empty stare
Your spirit’s been imprisoned by the uniform you wear
Behind the strongest bars your ideas are controlled
So when the orders come you’ll always do just what you’re told
For so long you have believed in the sanctity of rules
Well the system you protect so well is using you as tools

Maybe one day you’ll realise as you’re just doing your job
After years of blindly following orders your humanity’s been robbed
And the criminals who stole it are the ones that pay your wage
It’s the weapon that they use to keep your mind in the cage
So from where I sit inside this cell it’s easy for me to see
Which one of us wears the shackles and which one of us is free

Do you ever stop to think that there might be a different way
Than bowing to your bosses whose commands you must obey
Does it make it that much easier if you think about the pay
When you do the things you do and you say you have no say
The excuses that you make have all been made before
That’s how millions end up murdered by enforcers of the law

The excuses that you make have all been made before
That’s where they get their power from you oppressors of the poor
The excuses that you make have all been made before
That’s how millions end up murdered by enforcers of the law

We won’t be stopped

This is a sad tale of people betrayed
Sold out by their leaders who stand in the way
And under thumb’s where they’re happy to stay
Complaining their hands are tied

With deals, defeats and compromise
They manage to keep workers paralysed
Parasitical bureaucrats in disguise
As union men on our side

All this talk of the struggles of yesteryear
But when the class war breaks out too fierce or too near
And the conflict might threaten their comfy career
They’ll find ways to make us wait

Our fights are just part of their industry
And they’ve more in common with the bosses you see
Aiming high for a place in the bourgeoisie
Watch them step in to mediate

For too long we’ve been paying our dues
To help these bastards ensure we lose
We won’t be bought off with a few more pence
Going on the attack is our best defence
Our lives are worth more than a measly wage
No more will they represent our rage
Revolutionary change, don’t let them co-opt
When we realise our power we won’t be stopped

We have to find ways to turn our disputes
Into sacking the system, giving bosses the boot
Because their world is only fit to loot
Let’s rock, then sink their boat

Don’t listen when they say our struggle’s outdated
And demands are best negotiated
No Way! Get organised and agitate
Get the boss’s foot off your throat


Well I reckon I’ve seen how the system works and there’s one thing I’ll avoid
That’s allowing myself to be exploited and mindlessly employed
Wasting my  life by endless toiling as a serf
Ain’t my idea of a useful life, I’ll not be told how much I’m worth
I don’t think it’s very productive living on a production line
To another cog in the money machine I will not be confined
In making riches for the wealthy there’s many a soul been trapped
Searching for fulfilment, fighting over scraps
With the race for jobs and pay packets our lives they will divide
Making sure escape’s impossible, real choices denied

CH: I won’t sell myself for the profits of the few
My life’s worth more, I’ve better things to do
I don’t need bosses and I won’t behave
If ever they try to make me a slave
I don’t owe the system any debts
I won’t be held to ransom or bow to threats
I’ve seen the things our rulers have done
And I know what makes their system run

With one hand they’ll point the finger at the menace to society
While the other one’s taking all it can by official daylight robbery
I’ll try not to pay taxes for bigger prisons and more wars
I’ll not contribute to their progress, mine’s a different cause
No way I’m chasing more and more to measure my success
They’ll try to tell me what I need, I’m always happier with less
See how the bosses reward themselves, they say the choices they make are hard
But when there’s riches to be made there’s human beings to discard


I’ll spend my time doing things I know to be useful and worthwhile
When work is on my own terms I’ll go to it with a smile
Let’s employ ourselves at taking back all the things they stole
Our lives can be our own when we refuse the work that numbs the soul
There’s so much more that we can do when our labour isn’t forced
Making our own choices, our lives can take their course


Worlds apart

A row of TV screens shows happy boys and girls
Kids on the street gather round to get a glimpse of a different world
Then it’s back to real life selling what they can
To survive the latest progress of the banker’s latest plan
An economic miracle that works only for a few
While others live off rubbish dumps and shining rich men’s shoes
Maps by no accident made poor countries look small
Now they’re hiding cardboard huts behind security walls
It’s all got to be ready for when the delegations come
They don’t want to be troubled by unsightly views of slums

CH: This doesn’t just happen over there – Pick any two cities you can make a pair
The same two worlds are everywhere and we’re told this fucked up shit is fair
But however much they try to hide the ugly truth of the class divide
When dirt poor and filthy rich collide there’s gonna be conflict far and wide

Billboards say “Live healthy” but it’s more like living hell
For so many with no clean water but Coca Cola’s selling well
The church is celebrating – they’re buying a new Lord
But the beggars outside will have to wait ‘til they’re dead for their reward
Huge monuments to the nation – for miles you can see the flag
Look closely under it’s shadow – you’ll see people dressed in rags
But the truth is never included in the friendly guided tours
While big men with sticks stand guard to keep hotels and banks secure
From the desperation and anger of those trapped in the squalor
Fenced in by market forces, devalued by the dollar


Out of sight and out of mind
They know all the ways to keep the people blind
Living the good life in another part of town
They’ll try to avoid the riff raff, do their best to keep us down
It’s all expenses paid where they feast the night away
While for others the night’s another struggle to find a place to stay
Or stay out of the prison cells they built for when the two worlds meet
Zero tolerance control at the request of the elite
Who have hired thugs on guard to keep us safe behind the fence
Democracy or dictatorship – spot the difference