Put to death in flames and smoke. You were used as a scapegoat. Troubles blamed upon the witch. When they should've really burned the rich. . No! Bon't burn the witch.
Come to the rescue now. Come to the rescue and stay for a little while. Come to the burning house. All of the ladybug's children are screaming fire. Come to the rescue now.
Eighteen years old, screaming in a ditch. Amputated legs in a war fought for the rich. But the bosses shed no tears as you bled and cried. 'Cos your butchery battle-proved the weapons they had sold to the other side.
Oh... You can tell a dirty story. In the old conservatory.... . But don't go in the basement!. . You can make a scene. On the mezanene. . But don't go in the basement!.
See the sales rep peddle lies. Watch as the mother's baby dies. Tricked by whitecoats, so misleading. Into unhealthy bottle feeding. Hear the diseased infants' cries watch the mothers' tearful eyes.
There in the shadows, looks like a hand. Without its owner to give it a command. It's got a purpose but I don't know what it is. I'm in trouble. . There in the streets looks like a man.
I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go. Walkin' with a dead man. I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go. Walkin' with a dead man over my shoulder. Don't run away it's only me.
Hey there Mr. Kipling. Exceedingly good cakes?. You're a dealer in death. Your cost image is a fake. . MR. KIPLING - DEATH DEALER!. MR. KIPLING - LIFE STEALER!.
I want to have a drink I want to have a laugh. I don't want no dodgy politics 'cos I ain't that daft. Don't need some nutter telling me what to do. I can think for myself and so can you.
[Backwards]. First part:. (?)Praise God brothers and sisters.. Just once or twice is good for your soul, Praise God!. Accept Jesus into your heart and you will saved..
As a black night fast approaches dawn. We gather in mist by the gnomon. As the stones are struck by the suns first rays. We feel the Earthpower in our veins.
Born to trouble, poised for action. Ready to spring at a moment's notice. Nerve's like a trigger, waiting to be pulled. Covered with sweat, it ain't nice.
Another adolescent suicide - 'cos you don't look the part. Killed by the glossy magazines that brainwashed you from the start. Photos of models in expensive clothes.
United we stand, divided we fall. skins and punks rally to the call. now's the time to change this land. and it's your duty to lend a hand. . We gotta boot down, boot down, boot down the door.
Icy steel shoots through concrete, Cool City. Mountains of glass reflect the sky. Everybody feels real good in Cool City. Each day brings a new surprise.
There's someone knockin' on my door. There's someone knockin' on my door. I think they're looking for me. I think they're looking for me. . Pretend there ain't nobody home.
Oi!. Nineteen nineties and the nazis are back. Family burnt out in an arson attack. Children lying in hospital dying of their burns. It's about time that everyone learns (to).
This next song is. Is dedicated to those American fighting girls!. . That's right. Those American fighting girls. Who aren't afraid to take the law into their own hands..
Most people's experience with the police isn't some sort of rose-faced "Dixon of Dock Green" type who goes around cuffing someone on the shoulder for nicking a rosy apple or something right. Their experience of the cops is: They ride around in riot vans all day(they can't walk anywhere. If they're so popular how come they can't wlak around on their own anymore?) They turn up five days after your house has been burgled and say they can't do nothin' about it right. They kick shit out of you up in a magistrates court on a Monday - that's the reality of the cops..