Blood & Honour

To dream of freedom in this world. Our banners flying proudly are unfurled. Even if we stand alone we must never hide. For in our hearts there is a sense of pride.

Behind The Bars

lying in the cell, lookin through the bars. lookin at the open feilds, so near and yet so far. wonderin bout your freinds out there, and what they're doin now.

Before The Night Falls

They come here to this country from the jungles and from trees. The traitors in the parliament give them a better deal. Spend the nation's money, to cater to their needs.

Backstreet Kids

Backstreet kids, no future in sight. Backstreet kids, can't see no light. Backstreet kids, no money too. Backstreet kids, well what you gonna do?. . Chorus:.

Back With A Bang

Back with a bang now!. . Do you remember in summer back in 1978?. When they reckoned that the skinheads' days were numbered. And the papers dripped with liquid hate.

Blackened Earth

Sell us, all of this shit that you tell us. Condemn ostracize and expel us,. as you profit for blood lust adn chaos. . Chorus. Twisting and turning as our world is burning,.

Bad Trip

I cut my fingers so my hand won't let this fucker slip. And every word it lingers, louder as I tighten grip. In every dream he haunts me mocking in his ignorance.

Broken Knees

My eyes seem to see. What others never see. Something's building inside me. But it's not for real. . You hate, rape me. . Some way is how. My resurrection's now.

Blow Up

In time the truth will come. Your mind's blind and you won't come home. . It's what you need to ignore. It's what you get in store. You can't explain.

Bleach

In the air my troubles are away. Only if just for this one day. Everyday is an afternoon clowns. Kings and Queens and we all get crowned. . The change has fly, leaving you left to try.

Biniditat

Boomerang

Burnt With Water

Brownstone

Mr. Brownstone sits in the titan of the ship. Meddle state he will liken to a minute. Mr. Brownstone hears the misfit. Waiting on the street where he'll be with her.

Brap

Cannot touch me, you fool. I'm not one of you. . You cannot touch me, you fool. I'm not one of you.

Brak Talk

"I got something that I gotta say...truth...jesus...fuck all them motherfuckers". "What? Shut up!". brak talk. . you know the brak talk. brak talk. you know that brak talk.

Blue Serge

worn out gone ocean calmly lowers bodies offering. whims condition as night falls. spills disease mental sores. mine exploding you fucking liar. . lines form short mans views.

Blood On The Wall

There's blood on the wall. So what. There's blood on the wall. Blood on the wall. Shadow wall. Shut up. Get up. Shut up. There's blood on the wall. There's blood on the wall.

Bark

After many hours. higher. . --nated fixture. . Whatever bells toll. Curls up inside. . Curls up inside. . Curls up inside. . After closing nightfall. .

Bobbing For Heads

Rip, staple bite babies!!!. I tear heads off babies and lick their soft skull caps. Spineless fetus round and supple. Suffocated within my duffel. Infant decay and rot.