WASTELANDERS

Do you really know my face, do you know my name?
Try and make an effort to understand, everyone’s the same.
Look at me, hear my voice, what’s that mean to you?
I’m a bloke who won’t back down, what you gonna do?

I’m a bloke I’m working class, does that mean I’m thick?
Does that mean I’ve got no brains you stupid little prick?
I’ve seen your game, I’ve seen it all, I’ve watched you all these years,
Now I’m here to sort you out and realise your fears.

You might be rich and powerful, beat us to our ground,
But we’ll rise up, we’ll never rest as long as you’re around.
‘Cos we got heart, we got soul, all you got’s your wealth.
You better fucking watch us mate we’re harmful to your health.

Chorus:
Who the fuck are we? Wastelanders
Who the fuck are you?

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DIGNITY

Kids are walkin’bout the street, nothing to do this is where they meet.
Looking at the world form their young eyes all I see are blatant lies,
No prospect no will to live, smoking joints and popping pills,
Where is our dignity, where is our solidarity?

Got something to so, something to say, but it’s hard to keep apathy at bay.
When we’re in the mood we’re fucking mean and we aint bloody drama queens,
Pissed up, raise our glasses, fuck off, show our arses,
Where is our dignity, where is our solidarity?

It’s called a triumph of the inane, will our actins be in vain?
Talking for England, drinking for Ireland, it’s groundhog day on this little island.
It’s time, for a change, this society’s deranged,
Fuck off with your welfare state, fuck off tony, I aint yout mate!

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BENT COPPER

He’s a good boy, he’s got no choice,
everybody thinks he is so nice
he’s a copper on the vice
backhanders every night

He’s a bent copper, it’s the filth

He’s got this power over you and me
I don’t think that we agree
Who gave it I can’t see
Take your fucking hands off me!

He’s a bent copper, it’s the filth

Wears a tit on his head
Bow legged
Soon dead
I wanna shoot him in the head
Applause to his mother, applause to his father,
To the system that produced this fucker
ACAB, its all been said.

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YOU’RE GONNA LOSE

Some people give us hope, some people give us stress,
Some people step on us, I wish them all the best.
Nobody’s perfect so we’ll give you a chance,
We will sort you if help yourself you can’t.

If all you are is fallacy and pose
You’re gonna lose
If it’s all font front front your just a parasite
You’re gonna lose

Some people give us stress some people give us hope
Some people get pissed up some people have a smoke
Nobody’s perfect so we’ll give you a chance
We will sort you out if help yourself you cant

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REBEL

Now there’s a story that everybody wants to tell me
Now there’s a story but is it all a lie?
They call it anarchy, is that a fucking joke?

I wanna I wanna I wanna change the system
They wanna they wanna they wanna act so selfish
Take your lifestyle, stick it up your arse

Co-operation is what I thought it was about
Stick together and treat each other with respect
Lifestylist bollocks is that all we get?

We gotta stick together,
not fight amongst ourselves
‘cos who wants rebels who like the world they live in
against what do you rebel?

A ghetto a ghetto a ghetto full of arseholes
Wake up and realise your posturings are shit
Lifestylism, is that all we get?

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HISTORY

We are told what to say, who to be everyday
We are born free yet we’re in chains
Wild animals to be tamed
And we’re walking down the street every night
See the people they’re alright
We ignore the misery , that’s our history

Don’t want us to think our take control
Even prefer us on the dole
See our spirit it don’t die
They’ll never see us cry
We won’t obey or be led
We’re alive and they are dead
We ignore the misery , that’s our history

We’re loud, we’re proud, we won’t let you forget it
We’ll rise, we’ll win, we’ll smash up everything

They tell me things I cant see, about the people like you and me
Well I’m descended from the peasantry, class struggle and anarchy

That’s our history That’s our history

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BULLETS FOR THE RICH

I see violence everywhere
Poverty, no hope despair
I see this everyday of my life
People taking liberties everywhere
Robbing their own kind, don’t they care?
We gotta rob the rich not our own

We like football we like books
Some of us are petty crooks
But in our lives we don’t get no say
So we’re taking control of our destiny
Only got ourselves to please
We’re full of vove, full of hate

So look after your own
‘cos no-one else will get rid of this system
united we stand, divided we fall
1984 is knocking at the door
stop talking bollocks we know the score
and all you know is fuck all

Guns for the poor, bullets for the rich
Gotta shoot one now but I don’t know which
Guns for the poor, bullets for the rich
Gotta shoot one now but I don’t know which

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DRINKING LAGER

Walking down the streets with my boots and braces
People stare at me with their scared faces
Say whats’s up,
go and fuck yourself
Five days a week working like a cunt
Spend my weekends in the pub
Drinking lager, just having fun

Honest john, that’s my name
I’m as dodgy as they come
Don’t be silly, only joking
That’s what I do when when I’m with me chums
Rubbing sulphate on our gums
Drinking lager, yes we drink tonnes.

We don’t care if your black or white
All we want is drink and shout
Oi

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KILL YOUR BOSS

Just got out of bed, won’t work today
Bollocks to them, get fuck all pay
“Earn your keep” that’s what they say
Go be a slave without delay

I’ll go tomorrow and jack it in
And punch that boss right on the chin
‘Cos he’s the cunt who thinks he’ll win
I’ll fuck him up, cos I’m a skin

Kill your boss kill your boss
Nobody will give a toss
Beat him up have some fun
All bosses are fucking scum

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