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Build Back Better
03:19
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You'd better believe it
And you know that you reap what you sow
Ragged-trousered philanthropists
Vision ripped up
Like the hearts from our chests
You'd better believe it
And it’s worse than the devil you know
Time's up like a poisoned mayfly
Last orders please, don’t hold the cyanide
Then we’ll build back better yeah,
We’ll build back better
We’ll build back better
Then we’ll build back better again
Don’t forget to consume
Alright!
This is when the walls fell
The alternative to alternative truth
Rodeoing the goddamn bomb again
Let’s go!
Hey hey!
Hey hey!!
You better believe it
And this salted ground won’t grow
When the five basic needs are privatised
When you’re committing a crime just by being alive
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2. |
Failed State
02:46
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How many times will we accept that less is more?
Turned our cheeks so many times that both of them are raw
No neutron bomb needed to kill the poor
Just death by a thousand cuts
By the grace of god
There goes all of us
And oh,
It’s not that great
In our failed state
They feast on our labour
We get crumbs from their plates
It’s not that great
In our failed state
There’s no rule of law
Only freedom to hate
Living like worms
So desperate for turning
And we’re upwardly mobile
Hope to one day be vermin
And that one in a hundred
By rights should be squirming
Get those boots off your necks
Get these cities burning
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3. |
The Long Con
02:14
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Who among us can say they’ve seen the light?
Whose values can’t be bought
Who doesn’t have a price?
Power corrupts both left and right
And wrong is just a word
Where consequences go to die
From trash can
To dustbin
Those who we put our trust in
All burn us
We turn around they’re gone
It’s the long con
How do they get to sleep and
Why don’t they just wake up screaming?
How can they hold their heads up high?
How can you even reconcile?
A life lived avariciously
A life dedicated just to greed
A life that lacks much deep meaning
A life surely not worth living
It’s the long con!
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4. |
Kingdom Come
02:23
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Some days I feel like
I want to rip the fucking cord, take a tail dive
Head straight down into the goddamn sand
Cover up my eyes, and never leave it again
I’m scraped thin, and I’m feeling broke
Every headline makes me sick, every twist a bitter joke
Can’t help feeling that our time is running out
Getting ready for the reset, and the bombs are coming down
And it feels like
I’m coming apart at the seams
It feels like
A rich man’s fever dream
Like we can’t go on, and their war is won
And with the damage done
Their kingdom’s come
Some days I pace myself
Ask the devil on my shoulder: “What have we got left?”
The system’s rigged and we can’t move on
These motherfuckers got it all sewn up
Endless rule from pricks you wouldn’t trust
To walk your fucking dog or lead a piss-up in a pub
Just 1922 and a big screw-you
At least that devil wants my soul, these fuckers want it all
And it feels like
I’m coming apart at the seams
It feels like
A rich man’s fever dream
Like we can’t go on, and their war is won
And with the damage done
Their kingdom’s come
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5. |
Into The Tempest
03:21
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The pound hits new lows
Well, don’t you all?
I hope the FCA takes a vice to your balls
But when they don’t, it’ll come as no surprise
You don’t leave it to chance
While you leave us for dead
And your pockets grow fat
While we can’t afford bread
And you have the sheer front
To do it right before our eyes
It’s a race to the bottom
And the con is in
Short your bets hit your shots
We take it on the chin
Again, no end
No hope, no prayer
No more…
Pitchforks drawn, come out and get quartered
Sing "these are our streets," and it sounds like a sonnet
Traitors' Gate could use some fresh heads on it
Wanna tell us again that you decline to comment?
Insider called out trading lives for profit
Only growth you’ve caused is in hurt and torment
Defunded police can’t defend your spoils yeah,
No mercy no peace, we decline to comment
I’ve had e-fucking-nuff
And it still gets worse
And if I finally give up
They won’t carry my hearse
By hand, all round
Old London Town
With a million police
To watch 60 million starving mouths
Nah, they’ll just write me off
Another also-ran
Not a member of their club
So they don’t give a damn
So I can’t, instead
I extend a helping hand
Passing out Molotovs
Outside the food banks and…
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6. |
That's Alright
02:53
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You wanna fight to free the world
You wanna fight to free the world
Don’t believe in what you’re told
We’re gonna kick down every wall
Egalitarian, peaceful, silenced.
If they won't listen to reason, violence.
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7. |
False Gods
03:13
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What have I done,
My god what have I done?
I give you the future
A foregone conclusion
Of iniquity
We play make-believe
I try to pretend
You’ll do better than me
You don’t deserve this
I don’t deserve you
Waiting for bombs
Red, white and blue
Not Old Glory
Or the Trinity
Or old agreements
They discard callously
Special Friendship
Meet the hind teat
Meet the grinder
And we are the meat
Grist for the mill
It cannot be stilled
Crush grapes of wrath
The hangover kills
Selfish to a fault
One of many in me
I give you the world
And I’m sincerely sorry
We just didn’t know
How bad it could be
I thought we hit bottom
But we just keep sinking
You don’t deserve this
I don’t deserve you
Waiting for bombs
Red white and blue
Not Old Glory
Or the Trinity
Or old agreements
They discard callously
Special Friendship
Meet the hind teat
Meet the grinder
And we are the meat
Grist for the mill
It cannot be stilled
And I don’t think it ever will
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8. |
Witches
04:40
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Lifted my head up
And looked out at the crowd
Asked them what my crime was
And they didn’t make a sound
As the smoke rose higher
And it whispered all around
I saw the night get brighter
And a scream ripped from my mouth
Are you all so proud
Of what you’ve done here now?
Shield your eyes from the light
And just watch the witches burn tonight
Is this what it feels like to fly?
We offer our prayers to the sky
Watching the flames in the night
Even as fires light our eyes
Embers that dance at the sight
Of watching the witches ignite.
A paper tiger bonfire
So you can drown out
That little voice inside
That tells you what is wrong from right
Is this what it feels like to fly?
We offer our prayers to the sky
Watching the flames in the night
Even as fires light our eyes
Embers that dance at the sight
Of watching the witches ignite.
Watch them burn
Watch them burn
Let’s watch the witches burn
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9. |
No Gods, No Masters
02:33
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Come in from the cold
Now stand up and fight
You don’t wanna stand against us
We don’t need you like you need us
We’re not the ones who eat up the party line
More like the heralds of a fast-coming decline
We’re not okay, and almost nothing at all is fine
We can’t save the world or even self-sacrifice
We self-medicate like a gut-shot doomed G.I
Keep up the syrettes maybe see another night
Living each day like we’re sitting on lit dynamite
No gods, no masters, no hope, no compromise
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Always our worst enemy
Fuelled right up on endless greed
It wasn’t good what about me?
Never thought of us
So this is what we reap
And firestorms or toxic bleed
Didn’t bring on an epiphany
Just an epitaph no one will read
Because the fire claimed the libraries
Why should I?
Not my problem
Plastic bags
Worth more than oceans
Not so great
And not the chosen
Fuck, let it go
The world is frozen
Nowhere to go because of where we’ve been
This is the winter of our discontent
There was a price to pay as for all things
This is the winter of our discontent
Fallout!
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