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We've Come So Far
01:47
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We've come so far
We've come so far
We've come so far
So far...
So what?
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Take A Deep Breath
02:09
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TAKE A DEEP BREATH
We’re not in that place with the name
That law dictates we get wrong
Getting on your nerves is me getting off my face
You don’t get off on me going on and on
I won’t shut up and you shut down
Endlessly ridiculed
When you stand up you’re cut down
My condition: critical
Take a deep breath
3-4-5-6
Loveless, sleepless
You don’t deserve this
I can’t help you
I can’t help myself
I’m sorry
I’m not someone else
Select, accept, reject
Leave you high, dry, crying
Why can’t I take those few baby steps
Instead of hiding?
Take a deep breath
7-8-9-10
Let it all out
Then take it all in again
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The Up Set
02:53
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THE UP SET
If you’re feeling post-dated
Ill-fated, isolated
There’s a niche clique
That’ll make you feel unique:
The Up Set
If the new makes you wary
And changes strike you scary
The situation’s not doomed
You can find room in
The Up Set
The Up Set
(We look after our own)
The Up Set
(Reject the strange and unknown)
The Up Set
(Think with a megaphone)
The Up Set
Let’s put an end to taxes
The rich must be rewarded
Punish the poor, let them starve
If they can’t afford it.
Prison terms for strikers
Torpedo refugees
I believe in free speech
So long as they agree with me.
The Up Set
(We are the entitled)
The Up Set
(Upholding tradition is vital)
The Up Set
(Ban films that are subtitled)
The Up Set
We’re happy knowing what we know
We don’t need to know what we don’t
Blinkers suit us perfectly
And these earphones filter out the moans
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SCAB!
01:44
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SCAB!
Who never fights for his rights but reaps all the benefits
And for his fellow workers never gives two shits?
Thinks the boss’ hot air will keep him warm and fine
And scoffs at the strikers freezing on the picket line?
Who’s got a mortgage, car, season ticket, timeshare in Corfu
But can’t spare a couple of quid for his weekly union dues?
Brown-nosing managers, tongue wedged up their cracks
Convinced he’ll be spared from those destined to be sacked
Who’s got pension, holiday/sick pay, paternity leave
That was won by the union he betrays and deceives
Prejudice reinforced by scum rag unfit for arse
In his fitted turncoat, a traitor to his class
SCAB!
SCAB!
SCAB!
SCAB!
SCAB!
SCAB!
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Disturbulence
03:27
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DISTURBULENCE
New York Tuesday morning mass disturbulence
Floors below ablaze, is this war or accidents?
We’re on 88, no escape, got to decide how to die
Stay here and fry, or jump and swiftly learn to fly
Raid the boardroom bar for bottles of bravery
Step outside and find the ground shooting up at me
All my tax-avoiding charity donations do not mean a thing
All my friends in high places cannot save my skin
The long struggle to climb the ladder to the 88th floor
The short seconds to slide down the snake to the plane of the hated poor
Goodbye, high flier, tailspinning vertically
Don’t look down, the ground’s shooting up at me
No poetry or prayers come to mind to comfort me
In my job “Kill Or Be Killed” was the philosophy
Is there reincarnation, a hereafter after here where we’re ghosts?
Get yourself a Ouija board and I’ll be the first to let you know
Is this the way death is supposed to be?
The sun is shrinking, the ground is shooting up at me
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Pure Mayhem
01:24
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Invasion Of BS
04:33
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INVASION OF B.S.
It’s just like any Saturday morning
Brilliantly dull, fascinatingly boring
Bells buzzed, doors knocked by the uniforms
Him and him and her and her forming swarms
Big trucks, tiny cars with somewhere to go
Last night’s litter show the wind which way to blow
No sudden revolution, no instant coup d’etat
Overall mood is mellow, it’s tres petit-bourgeois
From abattoirs to coffee bars, it’s flowing, running smooth
Put the needle on the record, we’re all in the groove
There’s a subtle difference I can’t quite put my finger on
Inner voice says it’s something best not to linger on
We take our usual table at the Lick-Quid barterie
Greasy window, big cardiacs attacking main artery
No cheese of Apollo, no pub quislings, Metro gnomes; we banter
We exuberate, the ant of brilli waves the stick of Fanta
Earwigging patrons sneer at us or fume or fret
It fearises them to know they haven’t got us yet
We’re not the only ones who know what love is
We’re not the only ones who know
We’re not the only ones who know what love is
We’re not the only ones who know
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