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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

You can go on rolling forever The world outside will still be there The government is taking the best Wishing people all the rest

Riot and dance, riot and dance

Let's go down a few blocks further And join another pitched battle Can't hear the sound of pleasure Cos'I'm craving for the crack

Former strikers urge you to emigrate But you won't find a place to stay Ancient rebels dream to be nowhere But they'll be somewhere anyway

Riot and dance, riot and dance

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

Riot and dance, riot and dance

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's a kind of smoulding hatred Back home I'm lying in bed Waiting for a ring in vain

Nobody really cares to read
And nobody wants to listen
When communication breaks down
Spraying hands are killing time

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

Seven in ten don't know reading And nobody wants to understand When communication breaks down Spraying hands are killing the time

Drifting around in the rain Jettisoning anxiety Silent rantings brighten the streets And clear up the foggy brains

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

When daring to say “never” You're tagged as a troublemaker If you don't toe the line You're yet committing a crime

Bombs and blood and capital (x2)

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

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

Bombs and blood and capital (x2)

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

Violent thoughts churning in my head I won't go for resignation There's a terrorist under my bed I've got a terrorist in my brain

State controlled paranoia ! (x2)

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

They're making plans and regulations 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

When History goes stum-stumbling
The people are going backwards
If the possible means subversion
We must only go forward !

Instead of just reading the news You'd better learn some History Instead of just seeing the facts You'd better learn some History

Young and old we're the rejects The ones with the crippled hopes When millions have nothing left Ignorance makes its come back

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

paroles/brigades.txt · Dernière modification: 2014/04/30 15:51 (modification externe)