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Sponge
00:51
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I am very, very humble. Yeah, I’m very humble. I’m in the government and I’m taking everything I can get. I’m watching it all crashing down and you, you suckers are going to pay for it and you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to run off with the money. I’ve got places sorted out that you wouldn’t even dream of. We’ve been having a laugh. We’ve been leading you down the garden path. We just take and take and take. The real laugh is that you believe it. You take it in like a sponge…
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Waddya Want?
02:53
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I’m gonna tell you what I want,
Exactly what I want,
So waddya want?
I want peace not war and justice for all,
I want an end to fascism in the guise of democracy,
I want the rights of children to come first not last,
I want to have faith in myself,
And stop believing in lies,
What do you want?
I want to enhance my will power and stop being mind controlled,
I want to give without expecting anything in return,
I want the politicians to shut the fuck up,
I want them to realise that actions speak much louder than words,
What do you want?
Is that really what you want?
Is that what you want?
What do you want?
Is it really what you want?
Is what you want what you need?
Is what you need what you want?
Is that really what you want?
What do you want?
I want to throw my god damned TV out the fucking window,
I want people to consider each other and not just themselves,
I want the governments to stop making war whilst calling it peace,
I want to wake up to the fact that we’re here to learn,
What do you want?
Is it really what you want?
Is that what you want?
What do you want?
What do you want now?
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3. |
In The Image
03:55
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We’re still in hock to the lords of the Norman Conquest,
A ship of fools with a greedy bastard at the helm,
Male or female,
Who gives a shit when they all just want to be on top,
It’s a travesty of justice,
Watching the way that they take us all in,
We are the sheep that follow the leader,
Blindly to the theatres of hate,
There’s a holy relic from a man long dead,
Who was really a woman,
And something smells,
Yeah, it stinks to high heaven,
And who would have believed,
We could all think plastic thoughts,
In a void that we call this planet,
Civilization, totally uncivilised,
Yeah, we kill each other making money,
For the big bad boss man or woman,
Take your pick,
We’re killing each other,
Making money for the big bad boss man,
We’re killing each other,
Making money for the big bad ass woman,
We’re killing each other,
In the image of the big bad boss man,
We’re killing each other,
Making money for the big bad ass woman,
Now you can’t think straight,
And your legs are shaky,
You can’t move a muscle,
Cos your soul is frozen on ice,
It’s a demon eye,
That stares down from the dollar bill,
And it couldn’t care less,
About a poor little sucker like you,
You ain’t got no power and you got no money,
So you can go straight to hell,
And suffer,
Oh! will you suffer boy,
We’re killing each other,
Making money for the big bad boss man,
We’re killing each other,
Making money for the big bad ass woman,
We’re killing each other,
In the image of the big bad boss man,
We’re killing each other,
In the image of the big bad ass woman,
We’re killing each other,
Making money for the big bad boss man,
We’re killing each other,
Making money for the big bad ass woman,
We’re killing each other,
In the image of the big bad boss man,
We’re killing each other,
In the image of the big bad ass woman,
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This England
04:30
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England…forgive us father,
We know not what we do,
This England is dreaming of lost empires,
This England is scraping the barrels on a sinking ship,
This England is a land of hate and torture,
This England is a crow’s nest of ghouls and celebrities,
This England is sinking,
And it is my only home,
This England uncaring,
Now I feel so alone,
Oh mother don’t leave me,
Don’t leave me on my own,
Oh father don’t beat me,
When I feel so alone,
This England…
This England is a divided nation,
Of broken mindsets,
And this England is mesmerized by TV sets,
And this England’s dark satanic mills,
Churn out the mobile phones,
And this England chews you up then spits you out,
This England is sinking,
It is my only home,
This England uncaring,
Now I feel so alone,
This England…
This England chews you up then spits you out,
Out, demons out.
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5. |
A Different Kind
04:51
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How come we always lose?
How come we always have to lose?
I want to see somebody win,
Not just the heroes that they choose,
A different kind,
This system that ties us down,
Decision’s made and you’re on your own,
Give me someone who can feel,
Someone in power that is real,
I make my own choices cos I’m free,
And I won’t answer to you for me,
A different kind,
There’s an answer we all know,
It was with us from the start,
The solution to the problem,
Of our despair,
A different kind of solution,
How come we always lose?
How come we always have to lose?
I just want to see one of us win,
Not just the heroes that they choose,
This system it ties us down…
Fuck you, you greedy, thieving motherfuckers and all you brave soldiers out there raping women, killing children and torturing old men. Fuck all of your religions too, you power mad fucking scroungers living off the backs of the poor. You lying bastards. Fuck all of you dim witted morons that swallow the lies for your own greedy benefit, you four wheel drive fucking scum. Fuck you, you corporate media whores that sell the wars for the rich parasites to make even more money and all you members of parliament paid a fortune for making up the laws that you think you’re above. Fuck your 24/7 news headlies and dumbed down fucking phone ins. Fuck your surveillance cameras and your fucking stupid soap operas, your Orwellian utopia and fuck your god too, your fucking rapture and your downright fucking racism. Oh, my language is offensive but it’s all right for you upper class rapists and murderers to do a bit of business on your fucking yacht. I hope it fucking sinks you bastards! Hey, you with the banner. Do you think they’re actually going to pay any fucking attention to your peaceful protest, you idiot? They would rather shoot you in the head with a bullet or break your fucking legs with a baton. Wake up you stupid fucking bastards!
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Might equals right,
And they’re kicking Jesus,
Off the steps of St Pauls,
The strong rule the weak,
And the meek shall inherit nothing,
On this eve of destruction,
The cold wind blows,
And the birds stop singing,
Then silence reigns,
And there’s fire in the sky,
And as Bill Hicks said,
We’re on the third shopping mall from the sun,
And there’s fire in the sky,
No star shines in the firmament,
No moon lights our way,
No human voice can be heard,
And there’s no cry from the wilderness,
We’re on the third shopping mall from the sun,
And there’s fire in the sky,
Time to go shopping…
We’re on the third shopping mall from the sun,
And there’s fire in the sky,
We haven’t yet begun to contemplate,
The true meaning of love,
This life is just a ride,
And we don’t die,
Life is eternal,
The sum of all human experience,
Is just a collective dream,
And it’s time we awoke from our slumber,
And remember just why we are here,
On this third shopping mall from the sun,
And there’s fire in the sky,
I am the god of hell fire,
On this third shopping mall from the sun,
Thank you Bill Hicks,
His spirit lives on…
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Hologram
05:06
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We are of the earth and sky,
And in our hearts we know,
If we really want to change things for the better,
We have to love everything,
Be what they don’t want us to be,
And love everything,
It is all but a dream,
It is all just a hologram,
And here’s where it’s at bro,
In the here and now,
Where hate is all and the few prosper,
As the veil lifts and the truth is revealed,
You can bet your ass,
It’s not what you think,
On the brink of their Armageddon,
It’s theirs, let them keep it,
It is all but a dream,
It is all just a hologram,
And here’s where it’s at bro,
In the here and now,
It is all but a dream, it is all just a hologram,
Here and now, it is all just a hologram.
If we want to change things for the better,
We have to love everything,
Be what they don’t want us to be,
Be everything,
Love all, love everything,
While they do what they do,
And in the midst of it,
You will find you.
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8. |
Age Of Light
05:28
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The tower of Babel is falling down,
And the whore of Babylon is losing her crown,
The takers of blood and human essence,
Flee from the coming age of light,
The time for change is upon us,
And it’s not just a passing fad,
They would have us believe we are but nothing,
Just useless eaters, dressed in rags,
But the tower of Babel is falling down,
And the whore of Babylon is losing her crown,
The takers of blood and human essence,
Flee from the coming age of light,
For they are the chosen, or so they like to think,
Whilst they poison our minds to the meaning of truth,
Where war is peace and the children glow in the dark,
They try to keep the lid on their Pandora’s box,
The tower of Babel is falling down,
And the whore of Babylon is losing her crown,
The takers of blood and human essence,
Flee from the coming age of light,
The existence of hope is an eternal fact,
For without hope there is naught but despair,
No one can tell you how to live your life,
And it’s not theirs for the taking.
The tower of Babel is falling down,
And the whore of Babylon is losing her crown,
The takers of blood and human essence,
Flee from the coming age of light,
Welcome to the age of light,
This is where we cast out the dark,
And we welcome in the age of light,
This is where we kick out the dark,
This is where we let in the light,
Cast out the dark, stand in the light,
Cast out the dark, welcome the light,
Cast out the dark,
The tower of Babel is falling down,
The whore of Babylon is losing her crown.
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