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"Rape"
"Rape"
[Spoken word piece:]
Leaving at 11:00, walking past your windows
see the kitchen, full of television??
men who grow up in silence, need a voice
old and ordinary, she didn't understand...
Logic was simple, based upon reason
a nice girl wouldn't be out alone
SOME GIRLS GET WHAT THEY ASK FOR
this family we're nice girls
blocked in by marriage,
secure in his home,
PROTECTED,
BUT NEVER FREE..
They rape us in the courts
where the victims go on trial
rape us with their culture, promises and smiles.
Rape us with their wars
to the victor goes the prize
rape us with big business, security and lies
They take away our dignity
and sell us plastic sex
take away our choices and leave us no respect.
Rape is hurt men, hurting women
betraying trust
calculated violence not uncontrollable lust.
Rape's a power assertion
from the press to the street
selling papers, selling products -
packaged sex, packaged meat.
"Rape"
[Spoken word piece:]
Leaving at 11:00, walking past your windows
see the kitchen, full of television??
men who grow up in silence, need a voice
old and ordinary, she didn't understand...
Logic was simple, based upon reason
a nice girl wouldn't be out alone
SOME GIRLS GET WHAT THEY ASK FOR
this family we're nice girls
blocked in by marriage,
secure in his home,
PROTECTED,
BUT NEVER FREE..
They rape us in the courts
where the victims go on trial
rape us with their culture, promises and smiles.
Rape us with their wars
to the victor goes the prize
rape us with big business, security and lies
They take away our dignity
and sell us plastic sex
take away our choices and leave us no respect.
Rape is hurt men, hurting women
betraying trust
calculated violence not uncontrollable lust.
Rape's a power assertion
from the press to the street
selling papers, selling products -
packaged sex, packaged meat.
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"Rappaport's Testament: I Never Gave Up"
"Rappaport's Testament: I Never Gave Up"
[Chorus]
And if you survive me
I Never gave up
Tell them this
I Never gave up
And if you survive me
I Never gave up
Tell them this
Almost as if I were planning ahead
I drank, I ate, I made love
I learnt to snatch whatever I could
I never asked for pity and I never gave up
[Repeat chorus]
Twenty months I kept accounts
And in the end they'll balance out
Sometimes I vomit happy memories
Sometimes I laugh out loud just to crack my face
[Repeat chorus]
And if I meet Hitler in the other place
I'll spit this precious soup in his face
And all my accounts will be settled, you see
'Cause Hitler never ever got the better of me
[Repeat chorus]
I never gave up, I never gave up
I crawled in the mud but I never gave up
[Repeat]
"Rappaport's Testament: I Never Gave Up"
[Chorus]
And if you survive me
I Never gave up
Tell them this
I Never gave up
And if you survive me
I Never gave up
Tell them this
Almost as if I were planning ahead
I drank, I ate, I made love
I learnt to snatch whatever I could
I never asked for pity and I never gave up
[Repeat chorus]
Twenty months I kept accounts
And in the end they'll balance out
Sometimes I vomit happy memories
Sometimes I laugh out loud just to crack my face
[Repeat chorus]
And if I meet Hitler in the other place
I'll spit this precious soup in his face
And all my accounts will be settled, you see
'Cause Hitler never ever got the better of me
[Repeat chorus]
I never gave up, I never gave up
I crawled in the mud but I never gave up
[Repeat]
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"Ratatatay"
"Ratatatay"
George looks gorgeous in pinstripes,
pocket handkerchief and cravat,
swaggering out of the Band On The
Wall in a burgundy Homberg hat,
singing "Ratatatay, ratatatay!" George
after-hours and the worse for whisky
when somebody shouts "Hey, you!" in
a pitch-black Manchester backstreet
... well, what's a poor singer to do but
sing "Ratatatay, ratatatay"? Two men
flashing a knife blade, saying "give us
your notes and your watch" - Singing
the backstreet stand-off to the rhythm
of the fear and the scotch. George, not
wanting to feel the knife, cornered
and speeding and scared ... from the
back of his mind comes 'Ursonate',
Sound and fury and words. He sings:
"Ratatatay, ratatatay!" So the robbers
are stuck to the spot now, watching
George as he sings for his life. Menace
turns to panic and they turn and run
and the song waves goodbye to the
knife - singing "Ratatatay, ratatatay!"
"Ratatatay"
George looks gorgeous in pinstripes,
pocket handkerchief and cravat,
swaggering out of the Band On The
Wall in a burgundy Homberg hat,
singing "Ratatatay, ratatatay!" George
after-hours and the worse for whisky
when somebody shouts "Hey, you!" in
a pitch-black Manchester backstreet
... well, what's a poor singer to do but
sing "Ratatatay, ratatatay"? Two men
flashing a knife blade, saying "give us
your notes and your watch" - Singing
the backstreet stand-off to the rhythm
of the fear and the scotch. George, not
wanting to feel the knife, cornered
and speeding and scared ... from the
back of his mind comes 'Ursonate',
Sound and fury and words. He sings:
"Ratatatay, ratatatay!" So the robbers
are stuck to the spot now, watching
George as he sings for his life. Menace
turns to panic and they turn and run
and the song waves goodbye to the
knife - singing "Ratatatay, ratatatay!"
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"Rebel Code"
"Rebel Code"
Dreaming that you're quietly driving by
Waking, wiping sleep out of your eyes
Watching firry cocktails in the sky
Rebel code, rebel code
Huddled in the cellars underground
They're tapping out a code to bring you down
Hacking into every home in town
Rebel code, rebel code
One mic (one mic), three chords (three chords), our memories stored
Rebel code
One song (one song), two words (two words), no chance to get bored
Rebel code
Stalin waits forever at the gate
We simplify, we complicate
The urge to break, the need to recreate
Rebel code, rebel code
Changing everything that they were taught
Alcohol and fire and ones and noughts
Something in the water and the bones
Rebel code, rebel code
One mic (one mic), three chords (three chords), our memories stored
Rebel code
One song (one song), two words (two words), no chance to get bored
Rebel code
"Rebel Code"
Dreaming that you're quietly driving by
Waking, wiping sleep out of your eyes
Watching firry cocktails in the sky
Rebel code, rebel code
Huddled in the cellars underground
They're tapping out a code to bring you down
Hacking into every home in town
Rebel code, rebel code
One mic (one mic), three chords (three chords), our memories stored
Rebel code
One song (one song), two words (two words), no chance to get bored
Rebel code
Stalin waits forever at the gate
We simplify, we complicate
The urge to break, the need to recreate
Rebel code, rebel code
Changing everything that they were taught
Alcohol and fire and ones and noughts
Something in the water and the bones
Rebel code, rebel code
One mic (one mic), three chords (three chords), our memories stored
Rebel code
One song (one song), two words (two words), no chance to get bored
Rebel code
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"Refugee"
"Refugee"
It's good of you to ask me sir
How I spend my days
Water glass and ladders sir
Working for my pay
Back home I saw a future sir
Learnt my father's trade But here that counts for nothing sir
Paradise betrayed
Looking through the windows
All your world to see
To you I'm just another refugee
My mother needs the money sir
It's hard to make ends meet
Two more children still in school
Hungry mouths to feed
Looking through the windows
All your world to see
To you I'm just another refugee
Now this country is my home
This land of auctioneers
Cast your eye upon me sir
What price the dreams that brought me here?
Looking through the windows
All your world to see
Forever just another refugee.
"Refugee"
It's good of you to ask me sir
How I spend my days
Water glass and ladders sir
Working for my pay
Back home I saw a future sir
Learnt my father's trade But here that counts for nothing sir
Paradise betrayed
Looking through the windows
All your world to see
To you I'm just another refugee
My mother needs the money sir
It's hard to make ends meet
Two more children still in school
Hungry mouths to feed
Looking through the windows
All your world to see
To you I'm just another refugee
Now this country is my home
This land of auctioneers
Cast your eye upon me sir
What price the dreams that brought me here?
Looking through the windows
All your world to see
Forever just another refugee.
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"RIP RP"
"RIP RP"
Goodbye RP
Let our words go free
Coo and howl
Lay flat your vowels
Ah ay ee
Goodbye RP
Tongue uncross your t's
Slang and slur
Bah and burr
They thy thee
Goodbye RP Teachered tyranny
Speed this end
Our ows to bend...
Who were he wi'?
"RIP RP"
Goodbye RP
Let our words go free
Coo and howl
Lay flat your vowels
Ah ay ee
Goodbye RP
Tongue uncross your t's
Slang and slur
Bah and burr
They thy thee
Goodbye RP Teachered tyranny
Speed this end
Our ows to bend...
Who were he wi'?
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"Rock 'n' Roles"
"Rock 'n' Roles"
Stripped of life...
Thirty years of the same old shit; (of rock and roll ignorance)
of music, of money of hit after hit...
from blue swede shoes and back again
different era same old game.
They changed it's name once or twice,
dressed if different, and upped the price
and if any question, all a lie
(tell them Elvis never died) tell them Johnny Rotten never died.
and what if your revolution starts, everybody will be to busy watching the charts
Government-sponsored rebellion: BUY IT!
A BIT MORE PRODUCT TO KEEP US QUITE
It's one more method of keeping us in line
it's one more fashion it's called punk this time
we're shouting loud but we're facing a wall
of sexist, drugged up, rock and roll.
[Spoken word piece:]
Meanwhile the industry we call rock and roll carry's on growing
buying up our means of communication, watching and waiting
they've got the check books in the one hand
and the safe, acceptable, finished packaged product in the other.
CONTRACTS! CON-TRICKS!
I don't want to be apart of that rock and roll circus
I don't want to be a passive, well-trained animal or a painted clown
because as we're clowning about in that circus
this planet is being destroyed, bit, by bit, by bit
and rock and roll is helping to kill it.
It's time to kick away the props that hold up the power structures
It's time to create something different, it's time to change!
Rock and roll won't change a thing,
it's the same institution no-matter what you sing!
"Rock 'n' Roles"
Stripped of life...
Thirty years of the same old shit; (of rock and roll ignorance)
of music, of money of hit after hit...
from blue swede shoes and back again
different era same old game.
They changed it's name once or twice,
dressed if different, and upped the price
and if any question, all a lie
(tell them Elvis never died) tell them Johnny Rotten never died.
and what if your revolution starts, everybody will be to busy watching the charts
Government-sponsored rebellion: BUY IT!
A BIT MORE PRODUCT TO KEEP US QUITE
It's one more method of keeping us in line
it's one more fashion it's called punk this time
we're shouting loud but we're facing a wall
of sexist, drugged up, rock and roll.
[Spoken word piece:]
Meanwhile the industry we call rock and roll carry's on growing
buying up our means of communication, watching and waiting
they've got the check books in the one hand
and the safe, acceptable, finished packaged product in the other.
CONTRACTS! CON-TRICKS!
I don't want to be apart of that rock and roll circus
I don't want to be a passive, well-trained animal or a painted clown
because as we're clowning about in that circus
this planet is being destroyed, bit, by bit, by bit
and rock and roll is helping to kill it.
It's time to kick away the props that hold up the power structures
It's time to create something different, it's time to change!
Rock and roll won't change a thing,
it's the same institution no-matter what you sing!
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"Rubens Has Been Shot!"
"Rubens Has Been Shot!"
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
How bent your branches seem to be
Nineteen twenty-one and all's well
Another fifteen years and we'll be laughing in hell
One bullet straight through the heart
Rubens caught a ricochet, Durer's lady cried today
Cracked old masters up against the wall
Blue-faced Wendy Woolworth--she's seen it all
Housepainter, housepainter
Hanging your swastika wallpaper
Rows of pretty cabbageheads to gobble up your words
Laughing along to your blah, blah, blah
"Rubens Has Been Shot!"
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
How bent your branches seem to be
Nineteen twenty-one and all's well
Another fifteen years and we'll be laughing in hell
One bullet straight through the heart
Rubens caught a ricochet, Durer's lady cried today
Cracked old masters up against the wall
Blue-faced Wendy Woolworth--she's seen it all
Housepainter, housepainter
Hanging your swastika wallpaper
Rows of pretty cabbageheads to gobble up your words
Laughing along to your blah, blah, blah
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"Salome (Let's Twist Again)"
"Salome (Let's Twist Again)"
Part punk, part God almighty
Part fuck you, part Mister X-ray Eyes
I didn't choose to be shouting for a living
It happened
Something snapped and I don't know why
Too many slaps?
Too many priests?
Fumbled sex in parks?
Or just a part of the me, me, me generation
The Thatcher youth
Coming home to roost
If the old school cap fits, wear it
But I'll take my cake and share it
Burning down a bonfire made of teachers
Pay your VAT bills on the cinders
Just you and little Molly Flinders
Doing the twist at all the dances
Don't look to me for answers
(Let's twist again)
Hear them sing
(Let's twist again)
See them sing
(Let's twist again)
(Let's twist again)
Hear them sing
(Let's twist again)
See them sing
(Let's twist again)
Bring on the dancing girls
Part sussed, part amateur
Part love you, part mister bleeding heart
I singalonga, jump uppa-downa
Watch this space
I've got lungs full of this stuff
Two sides together in the commons bar
Just who the fuck do they think they are
I am not a pop star
I'm a part of the class war
Every revolutionary
Is motivated by love
I see the newsreels, two hundred bodies
In a shallow grave in Timor
What am I supposed to do?
Forget it?
Pretend it never happened?
Whilst politicians circle-jerk 'round
Legal jargon totem poles
(Let's twist again)
Hear them sing
(Let's twist again)
See them sing
(Let's twist again)
(Let's twist again)
Hear them sing
(Let's twist again)
See them sing
(Let's twist again)
Bring on the dancing girls
You tell me
Where does entertainment end
And responsibility begin
Oh Salome waits
Oh Salome waits
Oh Salome waits
She says 'bring me all the heads
of all the heads of state
[Repeat]
(Let's twist again)
Hear them sing
(Let's twist again)
See them sing
(Let's twist again)
(Let's twist again)
Hear them sing
(Let's twist again)
See them sing
(Let's twist again)
Bring on the dancing girls
"Salome (Let's Twist Again)"
Part punk, part God almighty
Part fuck you, part Mister X-ray Eyes
I didn't choose to be shouting for a living
It happened
Something snapped and I don't know why
Too many slaps?
Too many priests?
Fumbled sex in parks?
Or just a part of the me, me, me generation
The Thatcher youth
Coming home to roost
If the old school cap fits, wear it
But I'll take my cake and share it
Burning down a bonfire made of teachers
Pay your VAT bills on the cinders
Just you and little Molly Flinders
Doing the twist at all the dances
Don't look to me for answers
(Let's twist again)
Hear them sing
(Let's twist again)
See them sing
(Let's twist again)
(Let's twist again)
Hear them sing
(Let's twist again)
See them sing
(Let's twist again)
Bring on the dancing girls
Part sussed, part amateur
Part love you, part mister bleeding heart
I singalonga, jump uppa-downa
Watch this space
I've got lungs full of this stuff
Two sides together in the commons bar
Just who the fuck do they think they are
I am not a pop star
I'm a part of the class war
Every revolutionary
Is motivated by love
I see the newsreels, two hundred bodies
In a shallow grave in Timor
What am I supposed to do?
Forget it?
Pretend it never happened?
Whilst politicians circle-jerk 'round
Legal jargon totem poles
(Let's twist again)
Hear them sing
(Let's twist again)
See them sing
(Let's twist again)
(Let's twist again)
Hear them sing
(Let's twist again)
See them sing
(Let's twist again)
Bring on the dancing girls
You tell me
Where does entertainment end
And responsibility begin
Oh Salome waits
Oh Salome waits
Oh Salome waits
She says 'bring me all the heads
of all the heads of state
[Repeat]
(Let's twist again)
Hear them sing
(Let's twist again)
See them sing
(Let's twist again)
(Let's twist again)
Hear them sing
(Let's twist again)
See them sing
(Let's twist again)
Bring on the dancing girls