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War
01:16
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War
I'm writing this from hell to say
That they forgot you in all but name
And I don't want to be the one to tell you
You fought your war in vain
But the symbols of horror and pain
Are re-appropriated for your enemies gain
All the while your memory
Slowly fades
They'll use your face as a campaign
To send children to an early grave
Steal your medals for their brand
To send us back to no man's land
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Red Poppies
You can't save the soldiers
Who died in 1917
But with a canteen full of hate
You can desecrate their legacy
Shedding blood for oil
You guaranteed your place in hell
Pulling the triggers for the rich
In the wars the rich won't fight for themselves
And you can wave their flags
And you can dance their dance
But there's no help for heroes
They're still rotting in France
And you can sound the horns
At the cadets parade
But they're following footsteps
To an unmarked grave
Rotting and forgotten
In an unmarked grave
And you can fight for England
And say you killed for your country
But you'll die for a German Queen
And an all American currency
Dropping bombs on schools
You guaranteed your place in hell
Killing children for the crown
In the wars the crown don't care about
'I was born in this town
But I was made a monster
Dehumanised. Radicalised
Taught to kill without compromise
So pack up your troubles
In your old kit bag
But they won't support you
When you come back.'
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3. |
Vinegar Tom
03:12
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Vinegar Tom
Here they come with their pitch forks
Here they come with their clubs
'We're gonna smash up the past
'Cause it feels good'
Here they come like progression
Here they come like disgust
'We're gonna take something pure
And reduce it to dust'
'Bring out the nonbelievers
The time has come
Sacrifice the scapegoat
We need to blame someone'
Here they come scratching records
Here they come burning books
'We're gonna tear up the truth
'Cause it feels good'
Here they come like salvation
Here they come like disgust
We are the merchants of death
Dealing war like a drug
Burn that witch.
That witch has to burn.
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4. |
Another New Messiah
03:02
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Another New Messiah
The men are at war with the women
The rich are at war with the poor
The black, the white, they all want a fight
And their bodies are piling up at my door
Hey, hey, another day
Another new Messiah
They will love you and all you say
And then they'll crucify you
Hey, hey, another day
Another funeral pyre
Will erase our yesterdays
As soon as we light the fire
The headlines are at war with the readers
The left are at war with the right
We're all extreme when we say what we mean
And our battles rage every night
This is not the third world war
We don't count them anymore.
The parents are at war with the future
Their kids are at war with the past
Lessons unlearned in our grave new world
Where each prophet is the same as the last
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5. |
Summer Fate
01:19
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Summer Fate
The flowers for the brave
Can't mask the scent of the decay
Our hero can't escape his summer fate
They're marching in berets as the brass band play
But there's blood on the bunting and the cake
Pipers and pallbearers
Bewitch us and persuade us
That there's life in the old lie yet
Future soldiers smile and wave every gala day
Stop the band. There's blood on your fete.
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6. |
Red Is The Colour
03:35
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Red is the Colour
Red is the colour of the box on the green
Just like the cross on the flag at sea
I've got the gentlest hands, And the sweetest smile,
I love the ground, Whereon they lie.
Red is the colour of buses and trams,
Post-boxes line an idealised land
I've got the sharpest bones, And the cruellest eyes,
I love the ground, Whereon they die
I love death, and well they know
I love the ground where poppies grow
I know the day, it soon will come,
When they and I can be as one.
At the graveside, I smile with glee,
Satisfied, I will always be,
I conjure a cause, just a few short lines,
And they suffer death, a thousand times.
Red is the colour that brings them to me
Their blood and their souls, they gave for free
The perfect corpse is a call to arms
I love the ground, whereon young men march
Red is the colour of the petals they wear,
I whisper lies that all is fair
They called me pride, but my name is war
I love the ground, Whereon they fall.
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7. |
Peace
01:57
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Peace
I'm writing this from Hell to say
We're gonna learn from their mistakes
I'm gonna wear your pain with pride
And try to love everyone I hate
We'll take the symbols of horror and pain
And say: Never again.
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8. |
White Feathers
03:00
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White Feathers
Sick with hate
In the city of love tonight
Blackpool tower's burning
Red, Blue and White
If we know what's wrong
And we know we're right
Why do we become the things we fight?
There's a riot in my mind
And a riot on the streets
We reel from horror
Then we bay for more
There's violence in my heart
And violence in the East
We cheer the body count
Like a football score
Peace or war?
War or Peace?
I want to fight
And spit forth disdain
But every trait that I despise
Festers in my brain
If we don't forgive
Then we're stuck here in hell
The fight to overcome
Is a battle with yourself
There's hatred in my soul
For all my enemies
Shell-shocked in stalemate
Now and evermore
Peace or war?
War or Peace?
And here comes Emeine Pankhurst
Waving white feathers in my face
But we have reclaimed
The tools of recruitment and shame
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9. |
Shellshocked
02:46
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Shellshocked
Off with their heads. Off with their heads.
The hydra is alive, but the king is dead
My name is Myra Hindley
My name is Annelis Marie Frank
I am the sins of humanity
Stitched together in the shape of a man
My name is Adolf Hitler
My name is Jesus Christ
I am made of the dust
Of a million previous lives
My name is genocide
My name is love
I'm everything that never was
And everything that could
I'm having a nightmare
I'm stuck in a terrible dream
I severed all the monstrous necks
But the final head was me
Burn that which has to burn
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10. |
Battlefield
02:16
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Battlefield
Money is a lie
Credit is a lie
Royalty a lie
Religion is just an idea
Countries are a lie
Politics a lie
Borders are a lie
Immigration is just an idea
The headlines are a lie
Property a lie
Adverts sell a lie
Possessions all transitory
Love is not a lie
Freedom is a right
Infinite in might
Every human is born equal and free
You can dress it up in isms
You can hide in ideology
But there is only one war
The war against all humanity
You can wrap it in a flag
You can call it nationality
But there is only one war
The war against all humanity
'The Devil wore a crucifix
"The Christians, they are right
Let's burn a heretic tonight."
The crescent star or swastika
The Devil doesn't care
Whenever there's a lynching
The Devil will be there
He'll beat the drums in The Middle East
He'll beat then in The West
He'll beat the drums for anyone
And holy war is best'
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11. |
Victory Gin
03:33
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Victory Gin
The air conditioning is so welcoming
Half-price. Pesticides. Nice and Clean.
The central heating is so comforting
Strip lights. Cash machines and caffeine.
I know where everything in my town is
I know where everything in my town is
They want to sedate me
To subjugate me
24/7 and convenient
Sanitised. Coropratised and meaningless
And I get so scared
When I'm out of my comfort zone
In the arms of fluorescent lights
I know I'm not alone
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Love
I love the government
I love the monarchy
Because I want to be everything they're not
And they've got no love for me
I love the terrorists
I love the military
Because they want to fight and they want to kill
But I want to live in peace
These are the hardest words
And I choke as I say them
"I love you
And I forgave them."
I love the racists
An amnesty with bigotry
'Cause they want to die in ignorance
And I want to be free
I love the clergymen
I love the homophobes
I am the antithesis
Of everything I don't condone
They call me blind
But my name is peace
I am the silence
When the guns have ceased.
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