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| + | =====Brigades===== | ||
| + | ====Riot and Dance==== | ||
| + | It's just another summer night | ||
| + | And you feel like dancing tonight | ||
| + | What's the idea of using your feet | ||
| + | When you can't even use your brain | ||
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| + | You can go on rolling forever | ||
| + | The world outside will still be there | ||
| + | The government is taking the best | ||
| + | Wishing people all the rest | ||
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| + | Riot and dance, riot and dance | ||
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| + | Let's go down a few blocks further | ||
| + | And join another pitched battle | ||
| + | Can't hear the sound of pleasure | ||
| + | Cos' | ||
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| + | Former strikers urge you to emigrate | ||
| + | But you won't find a place to stay | ||
| + | Ancient rebels dream to be nowhere | ||
| + | But they' | ||
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| + | Riot and dance, riot and dance | ||
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| + | It's just another summer night | ||
| + | And Joe is rioting tonight | ||
| + | Hurling some bricks ar the coppers | ||
| + | A taste of revenge is in the air | ||
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| + | Riot and dance, riot and dance | ||
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| + | ====Stand Up and Spray==== | ||
| + | Staring at the city walls | ||
| + | I feel human after all | ||
| + | Bricks and stones cheerfully painted | ||
| + | Show angry hearts and witty minds | ||
| + | When stranded in the tube train | ||
| + | There' | ||
| + | Back home I'm lying in bed | ||
| + | Waiting for a ring in vain | ||
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| + | Nobody really cares to read | ||
| + | And nobody wants to listen | ||
| + | When communication breaks down | ||
| + | Spraying hands are killing time | ||
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| + | When watching the news on TV | ||
| + | I can't see or hear reality | ||
| + | And when the night is coming down | ||
| + | I'm planting bombs of my own | ||
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| + | Seven in ten don't know reading | ||
| + | And nobody wants to understand | ||
| + | When communication breaks down | ||
| + | Spraying hands are killing the time | ||
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| + | Drifting around in the rain | ||
| + | Jettisoning anxiety | ||
| + | Silent rantings brighten the streets | ||
| + | And clear up the foggy brains | ||
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| + | ====State Controlled Paranoia==== | ||
| + | You gotta get their book of rules | ||
| + | And pray for a brighter future | ||
| + | Change was only meant for fools | ||
| + | And carried by politicians | ||
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| + | When daring to say " | ||
| + | You're tagged as a troublemaker | ||
| + | If you don't toe the line | ||
| + | You're yet committing a crime | ||
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| + | Bombs and blood and capital (x2) | ||
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| + | You don't need to carry a gun | ||
| + | To be filed under killer | ||
| + | You might as well be a striker | ||
| + | Or refuse to be a soldier | ||
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| + | Terrorism goes for a blind attack | ||
| + | But I can't see terror in a squat | ||
| + | the only mindless violence you get | ||
| + | Comes when the fuzz storms up the place | ||
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| + | Bombs and blood and capital (x2) | ||
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| + | Wars make a billion death banquet | ||
| + | And I'm laughing when a big shot kicks the bucket | ||
| + | Freedom and justice are only words | ||
| + | They can invest into poverty | ||
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| + | Violent thoughts churning in my head | ||
| + | I won't go for resignation | ||
| + | There' | ||
| + | I've got a terrorist in my brain | ||
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| + | State controlled paranoia ! (x2) | ||
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| + | ====When History Goes Stumbling==== | ||
| + | It seems we're back in History | ||
| + | Seeing again the same old movies | ||
| + | Corporations never had it so good | ||
| + | But bosses keep on running for more | ||
| + | They even indulge in giving food | ||
| + | Making you crawl for charity | ||
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| + | They' | ||
| + | Wiping out hints of revolutions | ||
| + | Axing the workers communities | ||
| + | Creating remote reservations | ||
| + | The city centre is like a decoration | ||
| + | Designed for the rich and the yankees | ||
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| + | When History goes stum-stumbling | ||
| + | The people are going backwards | ||
| + | If the possible means subversion | ||
| + | We must only go forward ! | ||
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| + | Instead of just reading the news | ||
| + | You'd better learn some History | ||
| + | Instead of just seeing the facts | ||
| + | You'd better learn some History | ||
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| + | Young and old we're the rejects | ||
| + | The ones with the crippled hopes | ||
| + | When millions have nothing left | ||
| + | Ignorance makes its come back | ||
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| + | Thousands of flats are now vacant | ||
| + | For nobody can afford the rents | ||
| + | Meanwhile a whole population | ||
| + | Is haunting tube and railway stations | ||
| + | Troglodytes are back in the West | ||
| + | Invading cellars of council estates | ||