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"Behave!"

"Behave!"


Hey diddle diddle, here's a brand new riddle
What's shallow and cheap with a hole in the middle
Five fingers holding four wise angels
Little heads float by on clouds of goodness

They're playing voodoo with their Kylie dolls
Sing it right or don't sing it all
 
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"Bella Ciao"

"Bella Ciao"



The world is waking outside my window
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Drags my senses into the sunlight
For there are things that I must do

Wish me luck now, I have to leave you
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
With my friends now up to the city
We're going to shake the Gates of Hell

And I will tell them - we will tell them
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
That our sunlight is not for franchise
And wish the bastards drop down dead

Next time you see me I may be smiling
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
I'll be in prison or on the TV
I'll say, "the sunlight dragged me here!"
Stamattina mi sono alzato
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao
 
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"Big Mouth Strikes Again"

"Big Mouth Strikes Again"


I caught you with your head down the toilet as you were gulping up dirty words, then later dressed in suit and tie, whilst playing to the laughing crowds, you were gargling, spitting, fingers down your throat, making yourself so sick. Vomiting the words that you'd sucked and slurped all over the cops at the back!
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Flucky now, flucky now, flucky now, oh my, it's a good job Fusion cannot spell. 'Cause if I could you know I'd get a lot of flack off the record company, always on my back. Well I thank God for watching what I'm doing. Whoops. Fusion watch what you're saying. Remember what happened before when you tried to thank God, um, Christ, um, Him--you had to scrap your lyrics and throw them in the bin. I couldn't win, it must've been a thing. Anyway I've been asked here not to give lip, but to talk about a topic which we call censorship. Musicians have no right to say what they want to. MC Fusion want to say some of the people say that blunt--nobody has the right to tell you want to do. 'Cause if you do it to them, it may be [?] on you. Whoever bought this record try and figure out what the flucking hell is Fusion talking about, but it makes sense to the A G I T, cause this is what happened when they try to censor me. Ha. Finally, Fusion, I mean we, got freedom of speech. Censorship is a load of bollocks, and that's wh
at agitation propaganda and anything you can do, I can do better.
'To' is a preposition
'Come' is a verb
'To come' is a verb intransitive
To come, to come
Did you come? Did you come good? Good!
Did you come? Did you come good? Good!
Don't come in me, don't come in me
Don't come in me, don't come in me
It takes technique to thrill me!
Did you come? Did you come good? Good!
Did you come? Did you come good? Good!
Did you come, come, come, come, come good?
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
(Good Thief routine)
Stepford husbands, Stepford wives
With longer scissors, sharper knives
So sugar-sweet, they spend their time as censors, working overtime
This good-good culture
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Welcome Christ, judges, lone ranger
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Padres, pastors, popes, priests
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Critics, comics, you, me
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
 
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"Body"

"Body"



Fighter breaks the web, lights a fire, quite nature
Hearing laughter, still and silent, AWAKE THE HUNTER...

Man tore the tree of knowledge down
and made it into paper money
thinking he could buy -
himself a better world.
MORE MONEY WON'T BUY A BETTER WORLD

Man consumes is all consuming
the earth becomes a treeless moorland
more money and more lies -
more power and more waste.
MY BODY WILL BE MY STATEMENT

This destruction of the earth
requires our co-operation
our voices and our bodies -
our money and our work

I say no,
this body is mine, this earth is mine,
I won't allow - this body,
to play a part in the destruction,
of this earth.
 
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"British Colonialism And The BBC"

"British Colonialism And The BBC"



I'm the boss of the BBC
I'm the monkey at the top of the media tree
Your version of the riots in Cape Town
Comes second-hand from me
Chewing and spewing this revolution
For popular TV
All your opinions are carefully chosen
By what we'll let you see
Televised crap dressed up as fact
Your soap reality
We only want a chance to show the Editor's side
Of struggle in the news
Closer and closer to the State's eye view
And further from the truth
Push a microphone to the mouth of this youth
Bewildered and confused
Misreported, distorted, misquoted
A ready-made victim to be used

Quote you on things that you never said
Put this pencil to your head
Kill your revolution dead
TV tells us what to be and what to say and what to do
How to act and how to lie but never question why
Fighting to stop this mass-deception
Fighting to scrap the pass-laws
Fighting to end misuse of land
Fighting to close down diamond mines
Fighting to feed their hungry mouths
Fighting to change the world
And here, we sit on a fence
Built by distance and enforced by lies
Is a full stomach all it takes
To keep us pacified
 
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"Bury Me Deep"

"Bury Me Deep"



When I first came to Commons Lords
Life was simple for me
Took the milk from the children's mouths
You get nothing for free
Now if I should sleep…
Bury me deep

Waging war on those mutineers
Cut the heart took the soul
Broke the back of the working man
Cut the diamond with coal
Now if I should sleep…
Bury me deep.
 
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"Butterflies"

"Butterflies"



Watching a butterfly
Move over moorland
So pretty and colourful
Wings catch the sun
Such simple beauty attracting a mate
For creation of life
For the cycle to carry on
To carry on
Contrast the bomber that turns in the sky
Ugly and lifeless and serving no purpose
Save war
And the politics of war
What are wings for?
They borrowed nature's skill
And taught it how to kill
How to kill
So crossing their bypass?? and crossing their purpose
The butterfly shadowed by bomber above
Alone and distracted and thus unaware
Of the butterfly collector
A butterfly collector
A butterfly collector
A butterfly collector

"Hehe, well I'm outraged..."
 
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"Buy Nothing Day"

"Buy Nothing Day"



I woke up this morning, my temperature high (buy, buy, buy)
"I'll never buy nothing again," I lied (buy, buy, buy)
My doctor, he told me to stay out of town (buy, buy, buy)
He said, "affluenza will get you down" (buy, buy, buy)

What did you do in the war, dad? What did you do in the war?
Ring up the tills in the High Street, I'm not coming in anymore

There's a price tag on me and there's sick on the floor (buy, buy, buy)
We're buying up anything we can't afford (buy, buy, buy)
Wherever I go, I keep hearing this voice (buy, buy, buy)
Saying "choose what you want" but there's so little choice (buy, buy, buy)

What did you do in the war, dad? What did you do in the war?
Ring up the tills in the High Street, I'm not coming in anymore

Give it a rest

There's dumb moves behind me and bad debts above (buy, buy, buy)
I pawned my affections and still got no love (buy, buy, buy)
My heart and my pocket will say it's unfair (buy, buy, buy)
I'm unlearning the cost of this laissez-faire (buy, buy, buy)

What did you do in the war, dad? What did you do in the war?
Ring up the tills in the High Street, I'm not coming in anymore
What did you do in the war, dad? What did you do in the war?
Ring up the tills in the High Street, I'm not coming in anymore

November twenty-three is buy nothing day
 
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"By & By"

"By & By"



Don't waste the days when I'm dead and I'm gone
Wind up the clocks, ring around, carry on
Don't gather flowers, dry your eyes, call your friends
For all I sang was a start, not an end.

Catch your breath, feel the life in your bones
Enjoy what's to come, not the things that we've done.
Save all your prayers, take the pain and the hurt
Add your chorus to my verse

By and by, by and by
Forget that glorious land above the sky
Don't you cry, don't you cry
By and by

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night
Alive as you and me
Says I, "But Joe, you're ten years dead"
"I never died," said he.

By and by, by and by
Forget that glorious land above the sky
Don't you cry, don't you cry
By and by
 
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"Cartrouble"

"Cartrouble"



Big tall courthouse, a clock upon the wall
A hammer on the table and a copper on the door
A judge in front and a jury at the side
A judge in front and a jury at the side
A judge in front and a jury at the side
And a Bible on the stand to say I won't tell lies
Well it's one o'clock, two o'clock, any old o'clock
Between the rock and roll devil and the fear of god
Big brotherly love runs shallow as skin
In the deep south of America
Can the lady take the stand now? Blah, blah, blah
And how comes a black woman drives her own car?
And what gives you the constitutional right
And what gives you the constitutional right
And what gives you the constitutional right
To drive a car through a junction on a red stop light?

Well it's one o'clock, two o'clock, any old o'clock
Between the rock and roll devil and the fear of god
Big brotherly love runs shallow as skin
In the deep south of Yorkshire
Well of course I drove the car through a red stop light
But well, I thought that law was just for whites
I saw the white folks drive through on green
I say, I saw the white folks drive through on green
I say, I saw the white folks drive through on green
So when the red light flashed, I thought this must be for me
Well it's one o'clock, two o'clock, any old o'clock
Just a fear of the people with a fear of god
Lancashire white girl tries to sing the blues
Well, I woke up this morning like I usually do
 
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