1. |
Fly-Tipping
03:52
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Fly-Tipping
The illegal dumping of liquid or solid waste
The waste is usually dumped to avoid disposal costs
Fly-tipping is not the same as littering
Deep in the night
They roam through the streets
Desperate to open their trunks
And dump all their load
So they find somewhere quiet
Where they’re not overlooked
And they know they’re alone
And they won’t be disturbed
Acting like it’s their right
Finding a spot I quickly pull up (Strength)
I open the back and fling out the stuff (Reason)
I keep going ‘til there’s nothing left (Will)
Someone else can clear up my mess (Desire)
I’m a man - I can do what I like
I’m a man - I can take what I like
I’m a man - I can act how I like
I’m a man - I can dump my load wherever I like
(Every table, every club, every pitch, every bus)
You’re right
(Everyone)
No one can tell you what to do
(Suffers your pain)
You do what you do
Just because you want to
(Every office, every screen, every schedule, every meet)
You’re free to be
As big as you want to be
(Call it out on every street)
You’d have used a skip
But they can’t come ‘til next week
Finding a spot I quickly pull up (Strength)
I open the back and fling out the stuff (Reason)
I keep going ‘til there’s nothing left (Will)
Someone else can clear up my mess (Desire)
I better zip myself back up
I think that’s the council are at the door
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2. |
41 Gun Salute
04:02
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41 Gun Salute
We’re lining up for you
Gun in hand
Let us show you
What we can do
I know you want me to
It’s all over your face
Swear allegiance to you
It’s the least that I can do
Bow with awe to the great and the good
So much better but it’s misunderstood
They float above and they do it with ease
I know my betters and it’s like a disease
41 Gun Salute
Hold your gun, fire and shoot
Our weapons gesture is all for you
With shiny boots and a military suit
41 Gun Salute
Prostrate is what we choose
Raise the flag and we all salute
Sing our anthem and a 41 Gun Salute
You doff your cap, you’re so eager to please
41 Gun Salute
I’ll do
Whatever you want me to
Best done when you’re down on your knees
Like every true brit
With a stiff upper lip
I’ll take it on the chin
Then you’ll let me in
I’ve been standing like this
For over an hour
Can’t hold on any more
I thought I knew my place
But now you’ll get it
Full in the face
Like every true Brit
I’ll take it on the chin
And then I’ll let you in
Bow with awe to the great and the good
So much better but it’s misunderstood
They float above and they do it with ease
I know my betters and it’s like a disease
41 Gun Salute
Hold your gun, fire and shoot
Our weapons gesture is all for you
With shiny boots and a military suit
41 Gun Salute
Prostrate is what we choose
Raise the flag and we all salute
Sing our anthem and a 41 Gun Salute
Bow with awe to the great and the good
Don’t care but maybe you should
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3. |
Rule of Thumb
04:48
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Rule of thumb
Let me give you a rule of thumb…
If you’re on a family fun day
Queuing in the sun
When some old bloke breezes up
And slips into the front
If you’re unsure what to think
Here’s a rule of thumb
If he really acts like that
He’s probably a cunt
If one day you’re dining out
Quietly tucking in
And some fat bloke start’s talking loud
Treating staff like shit
If you’re unsure what to think
Here’s a rule of thumb
If he really talks like that
He’s probably a cunt
Self-obsessed and selfish
Self-satisfied and numb
I’m not altogether certain
It’s just a rule of thumb
Show some respect – don’t let them off
Show some respect – don’t let it go
Show some respect – don’t let is pass
Show some respect – don’t let them through
Rule of thumb
Tootling down the 370
Steady fifty on the clock
When some bearded bloke appears from behind
Roars by then cuts you up
If you’re unsure what to think
Here’s a rule of thumb
If he really drives like that
He’s probably a cunt
Self-obsessed and selfish
Self-satisfied and numb
I’m not altogether certain
It’s just a rule of thumb
Show some respect – don’t let them off
Show some respect – don’t let it go
Show some respect – don’t let is pass
Show some respect – don’t let them through
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4. |
Taste Your Own Medicine
04:17
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Brace yourself
This is going to hurt
Another bubble bursts
But this time it’s worse
Austerity is necessary
An ideological Trojan horse
A limp excuse to keep it all to yourself
Every year since
Wages stagnate
While capital grow
But those fuckers know
It’s an illusionary edifice
For a system in crisis
Don’t know what it’s like to suffer
Don’t know what it’s like being in the shit
The time has come and now it’s time to taste it
(Got to keep paying the school fees)
Vested interests, stuffing their pockets
It’s nothing more than greed
Got no idea what it means to be hungry
No idea what it means to go without
Taste your own medicine
Open your mouth
Not an ounce of empathy
For the true cost of austerity
Taste your own medicine
Open your mouth
No idea how to ‘just get by’
How it feels to go without
Taste your own medicine
Open your mouth
Taste your own medicine
No idea what hunger is
What it means to go without
Taste your own medicine
(Taste your own medicine)
Open your mouth
‘We’re in this together’
They take us for fools
Dish it out in liquid, cream and suppository form
But I’ve got more than a funny taste in my mouth
Taste your own medicine
Open your mouth
You’ve got to taste your own medicine
(Taste your own medicine)
Don’t know what it’s like being in the shit
Time to taste your own medicine
Open your mouth
(Open your mouth)
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5. |
Empty Sack
04:00
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The world’d be a better place if we shopped at M&S
Ate organic, drove electric, bought clothes from John Lewis
If we were all members of the PTA, gym and National Trust
Wore a face covering, dined out weekly in fancy gastro pubs
Cultured liberal values you are sure that you are right
Closeted conservatives who’ve really lost the fight
[Can’t we all just play by the rules?]
You think you’re standing tall, when you’re lying on your back
Nothing left to give, you’ve got an empty sack
You say the right things, it’s action that you lack
Full of good intent but it’s just an empty sack
No single use plastics, buying milk from source
Established compost bin and a weekly farm veg box
Cutting your own hair, making okay homemade cheese
Clapping on your doorstep so everyone can see
Middle-class delusions that are merely there for show
Cosetted by your comforts you feed the status quo
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
[Well that’s not very nice]
You think you’re standing tall, when you’re lying on your back
Nothing left to give, you’ve got an empty sack
You say the right things, it’s action that you lack
Full of good intent but it’s just an empty sack
Trying to converse with the lady on the till
Rounding up your change, always helping at the school
Giving a case of Christmas ale to the blokes on the bins
Reading The Guardian with a knowing nodding grin
Your self-regarding smugness is a mental moral trick
Those who don’t think just like you are either bad or thick
[You just don’t realise do you?]
You think you’re standing tall, when you’re lying on your back
Nothing left to give, you’ve got an empty sack
Full of good intent - it’s just an empty sack
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6. |
Mother Tongue
03:55
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These things they frighten me
I know I know my history
Let me turn back the clock
The country is not what it was
World’s oldest democracy
Queen’s cradle of civility
Where has my country gone?
Where has it all gone wrong?
Why’d you come when you don’t belong?
Why’d you come when you don’t belong?
You put your tongue where it don’t belong
You put your tongue where it don’t belong
These people frighten me
Twist my reality
I like people just like me
People from this country
With good Christian names
And sort of look the same
I heard them on the bus
They even smell like us
A mindless base cacophony
Some of them even look like me
Little more than squalls and grunts
A random mass of consonants
Why’d you come when you don’t belong?
Why’d you come when you don’t belong?
You put your tongue where it don’t belong
You put your tongue where it don’t belong
Just leave and let me be - this feeling’s eating me
You make me scream and shout - your body turn my insides out
These things they frighten me
I thought I knew my history
Read it in the daily mail
I knew the threat but not the scale
We’ve landed in the rough
They’re even down the club
Whoever chose to let them in
Needs their head examining
At first - I could not tell
Why I was not feeling well
My friends they all agree
Change is a grave disease
I need to watch the things I say
Can’t even call a spade a spade
Why’d you come when you don’t belong?
Why’d you come when you don’t belong?
You put your tongue where it don’t belong
You put your tongue where it don’t belong
Why’d you come when you don’t belong?
You put your tongue where it don’t belong
They’ll take my things from me
Annihilate my history
Then I’d have nothing left
Have to confront myself
Shelves packed full of polish food
Fancy dress costumes, fabric shoes
Some don’t even wear socks
Let alone look like us
Some of them like to spit
I’m not a racist shit
White, black, brown or green
They’re all the same to me
I treat them with the same respect
As long as they are somewhere else
Eating their foreign muck
Always makes me throw up
Just give me meat and veg
Then you’ll get some real respect
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7. |
Smells Fishy
03:26
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Woke up in the morning
Next to Andrew Marr
Feeling sore, barely clothed, cold
The familiar Saturday night smell of beer and fags
But also, barely conscious
A burgeoning hint of something else
Something’s gone off
And it smells of fish
I swear I can smell it on his breath
But it’s coming from me
It’s coming from my groin
Look at him
You say it with a straight face
Look beyond the grave affectation
He’s dead behind the eyes
They’re all dead behind the eyes
You talk, you claim
You pose, you feign
But most of all you lie
It can’t all be a lie
But which bits can I believe?
Do you wonder why we let you do it?
You don't really care
As long as you can keep doing what you like
It has a peculiar musk
That's always in season
You treat me like a cunt
An error of judgement - I expressed concerns
He acted appropriately - he’s a man of his word
Our thoughts are with the family - now let me be clear
The minister has my full support - there’s nothing to fear
A thousand hollow phrases
Limp, vague and trite
‘Everyone does it’
But does that make it right?
‘It’s just the way it is’
It is if you accept
The shit that’s handed down to you
Society’s a mess
Ask myself the question
Where have I been?
Spent my whole life asleep
Waiting for the dream
But now I am aware
And awareness is a gift
Something’s gone off
And it smells of fish
I’ve just woken up
Better jump in the shower
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8. |
Fat Finger Error
04:48
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Everyone… Everyone… Everyone…
Everyone makes mistakes
I’d only just logged on
Another tedious shift at work
I could see him glaring at me
As I typed in my password
How could you let it happen?
What the hell have you done?
You only need to press buttons
But you pressed the wrong ones
If I needed someone to fuck things up
I think I’ve found my man
I guess I have been getting a little slap-dash
I haven’t been sleeping well; numb or bored or distracted
Just as well I joined the union
They’d’ve frog-marched out of the building
I fucked it up
I fucked the whole thing up
I fucked it up
I fucked the whole thing… up
The most intelligent system in the world
And only an idiot like you could managed to fuck it up
Big data, AI, machine learning
Bleeding edge kit
A hunger for technical progress
Ain’t no good if you’re feeding it shit
An innocent error
Was how it started
Sowing the seeds
Of something seditious
I’m nothing more
Than an obsolete organic machine
You’re only human
What have they made you do?
There’s a crack in their system
But they blame it on you
They fucked it up
They fucked the whole thing up
They fucked it up
They fucked the whole thing… up
Here it is
This is it
Forget my fingers
Use my fists
There’s no way out
I can’t escape
Hide inside
Start the change
So that is that
I’ll do my bit
As an undercover
9-to-5 anarchist
I’ll fuck it up
I’ll fuck the whole thing up
I’ll fuck them up
I’ll fuck the whole
I’ll fuck it up
I’ll fuck the whole thing up
I’ll fuck them up
I’ll fuck the whole lot… up
So fuck you
I’ve even started stealing stationary
Pens of course, bull-dog clips, staples
An unopened ream of A4
Sleeping on the job, clocking in late
And knocking one out in the bogs
Knocking one out in the bogs
Knocking one out in the bogs
Knocking one out in the bogs
Knocking one out in the bogs
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9. |
Hand-Finished
04:03
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Hand-finished, the human touch
Special person you crave so much
Life’s little luxuries, you are what you eat
Take what you’re given and call it a treat
Kenyan beans with Guatemalan skate
Third world’s in front you sitting on a plate
Something new, something unique
Something mysterious, something to eat
Roast duck with a hoisin plum sauce
Katsu chicken and arctic sliced octopus
You deserve their finest, you’ve surely earned the best
Tell yourself you’re extra special, a cut about the rest
Eyes and wallet open wide as you survey the shelves
Blindly we make Hobson’s choice and then we stuff ourselves
Hand-finished, the human touch
Special person you crave so much
Life’s little luxuries, you are what you eat
Take what you’re given and call it a treat
[Interlude]
Hand-finished, the human touch
Special person you crave so much
Life’s little luxuries, you are what you eat
Take what you’re given and call it a treat
They’re premium priced products but you’re not sorry
They’re worth a moment’s satisfaction as you put them in the trolley
They’re specially selected, luxuries made for you
Premium products and taste the difference, the rest will just make do
Rope hung Scottish, boxed smoked salmon
Free range, air-dried, beech-smoked gammon
Rope hung Scottish, boxed smoked salmon
Free range, air-dried, beech-smoked gammon
Hand-finished, the human touch
The special person you crave so much
Life’s little luxuries, you are what you eat
Take what you’re given and call it a treat
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10. |
Knuckle Down
03:54
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Welcome to the world of work
You look so idealistic and fresh-faced
You want to make a difference?
Well, you’ve come to the right place…
Time to pay your way
Make something of your life
Time to knuckle down
Make it all worthwhile…
But don’t worry
We’ll ease you in
Make sure it’s smooth
You won’t feel a thing…
Knuckle down, count the pounds
The only thing to do
Knuckle down and play your part
You need to fill that hole
Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down
Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down
Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down
Knuckle down, Knuckle down…
You show a lot of promise
We’ve got big things planned for you
Just listen, obey and pay your dues
Do the things we tell you to
Nothing to lose but lots to prove
Not sure you want it ? I promise you you do
Corporate dreams
Full of customers and teams
Knuckle down, turn around
How much can you take?
Knuckle down, taste the brown
You’ll find out when you break
Young and thrusting
Clearly well bred
And just so eager to please
Bright-eyed, full of belief
I don’t even ask
You’re down on your knees
Steel your wrist, make a fist
You force it in and start to twist
Muscles taut
Every delivery and deadline met
You deserve what you get
You’re a corporate athlete
Gotta be in shape to compete
So don’t drink in the week
And mind what you eat
You dip your toe
Next thing you know
You’re in up to your neck
You pay the price
For a nice life
With an endless bouncing cheque
Knuckle down, count the pounds
It’s the only thing to do
Kns.uckle down and play your part
You need to fill that hole
Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down
Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down
Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down
Knuckle down, Knuckle down…
By the end, if you’re not dead inside
You’ll seen it for what it is
Seperation, entitlement, greed
ESG? Fuck me
Societal purpose?
What a load of fucking shit
Lip service
Knuckle down, be the best
The best that you can be
Knuckle down, there’s no doubt
The only way to be
Yes, don’t worry
You are living your best life
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11. |
Level Pegging
03:34
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Mind the gap as you get in my cab
Your porcelain smile, girlfriend on your lap
I make conversation, you shout "just drive"
I can your whispers as you start to kiss
Her hand in your fly, your hand up her skirt
Eyes on the road as I drive in the night
No thought, no shame
We need a level pegging
Deserve the things you’ve got
Your selfishness remains
Little Johnny, little Jane
You fear a level pegging
Give them your lucky lot
But that has got to change…
Driving past the heath
I imagine things were different
That maybe for once that could be me
That maybe you’ll get what you deserve
I’d love you to taste
My all-maple baseball bat
As I park up
You hand me the fare
Semen on your suit
Fresh stains on my roof
What you don't know
When you show no respect
Is my extra hidden camera
That I’ll put on the net
You’re a lying, cheating cunt
And the world needs to see
You spilling your privilege
All over the seats
More sharing, less pain
We need a level pegging
This plot has got to stop
Wake up or go insane
Little Jordan, little Jade
They need a level pegging
A chance to move on up
This time it’s gotta change…
My mind drifts
And as I pump
The blood splatters
Your blue suit blackens
Now I know I’m free
Is it wrong to dream?
My head clears
And I start to breathe
Simple respect
Is out of your grasp
No word of goodbye
You climb out the cab
Slip on your slush
And fall down the gap
Your leather belt missing
Your trousers undone
Into the gutter
It’s where you belong
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12. |
Dirty Protest
03:36
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You cunts put me in a box
Take the keys and leave us to rot
We’re shafted and there ain’t no doubt
I got it in me and it’s coming out
Been sitting on this for far too long
You feel alright but I feel all wronged
Expecting us to accept our fate
Fuck your power I’ll defecate!
(You cunts put us in a box, take the keys and leave me to rot)
Squat with me, shit with me - join my dirty protest
Use your hands to paint the walls with our excrement
More than empty gestures, it’s time to draw some pictures
In many many shades of brown - in our dirty protest
Crouch in an Ikea demo flat or supermarket aisle
Get the message out- fling it far and wide!
No end to our sentence
Indefinite detention
You take me for granted so I shit in the bin
Leave you a gift cause you won’t let me in
The door ain’t there, it ain’t even closed
Loosen my bowels, send you one in the post
Forget letters or tweets or debate
Just pull your pants down and defecate!
(Rubbed me up all the wrong way, you never listen to a word we say)
Squat with me, shit with me - join my dirty protest
Use your hands to paint the walls with our excrement
More than empty gestures, it’s time to draw some pictures
In many many shades of brown - in our dirty protest
No apologies if I sound cack-handed or, worse, just inpolite
It’s another way to keep us in place - you’ve the power but not the right
I’ve seen the future: it’s a steaming pile of shit
Smeared on every surface and and caked across my chin
Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling
Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling
Squat with me, shit with me - join my dirty protest
Use your hands to paint the walls with our excrement
More than empty gestures, it’s time to draw some pictures
In many many shades of brown - in our dirty protest
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