The train now standing on platform four What will you do when the gas taps turn? Where will you be when the bodies burn? Will you just watch as the cattle trucks roll by? Pretend it isn't happening? Turn a blind eye? See the army convoys quietly passing by? Heard the helicopters in your little bit of sky? Have you seen the squad cars packed with boys in blue? Have you ever wondered what they're there to do? Pictures in the paper of soldiers in the street Pictures in the history books of rotting human meat Auschwitz's now a tourist spot for the goggle eyed to pry Still in working order just for you and I Photos of the victims, of gas, of gun, of bomb The inheritance of violence in the bookshelves of your home Don't wait for it to come to you, cos come it surely will The guardians of the street are trained to search, destroy and kill

Fuck the politically minded Here's something I want to say About the state of nation The way they treat us today At school they give you shit Drop you in the pit You try and try and try to get out But you can't, because they've fucked you about Then you're a prime example Of how they must not be This is just a sample Of what they've done to you and me Do they owe us a living? Of course they do! Of course they do! Owe us a living? Of course they do! Of course they do! Owe us a living? Of course they fucking do! They don't want me anymore I threw it on the floor Used to call me sweet thing I'm nobody's plaything Now that I am different They'd love to bust my head They'd love to see me cop-out Love to see me dead Do they owe us a living? Of course they do! Of course they do! Owe us a living? Of course they do! Of course they do! Owe us a living? Of course they fucking do! Living that is owed to me I'm never going to get They've buggered this old world up Up to their necks in debt They'd give you a lobotomy For something you ain't done Make you an epitomy Of everything that's wrong Do they owe us a living? Of course they do! Of course they do! Owe us a living? Of course they do! Of course they do! Owe us a living? Of course they fucking do! Don't take any notice What the public think They're so hyped up with TV They just don't want to think They'll use you as a target For demands and advice And if you don't want to wear it They'll say you're full of vice Do they owe us a living? Of course they do! Of course they do! Owe us a living? Of course they do! Of course they do! Owe us a living? Of course they fucking do!

Banned from the Roxy...OK I never much liked playing there anyway. They said they only wanted well behaved boys, Do they think guitars and microphones are just fucking toys? Fuck 'em, I chosen to make my stand, Against what I feel is wrong with this land. They just sit there on their overfed ass, Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate class. They keep their fucking power cause their finger's on the button, They've got control and won't let it be forgotten. The truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun, The proof of that is Belfast and that's no fucking fun. Sitting inthe squaddy lying in the front yard, Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence. Finding the entrance to your own front door is barred And they've got the fucking nerve to call it defense. Seems their defense is just the threat of strength, Protection for the privileged at any length. The government protecting their profits from the poor, The rich and the fortunate chaining up the door. Afraid that the people may ask for a little more Than the shit they get. The shit they get. The shit they get. The shit they get. The shit they get. The shit they get. The shit they get. The shit they get. DEFENSE? SHIT, IT'S NOTHING LESS THEN WAR AND NO ONE BUT THE GOVERNMENT KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IT'S FOR. Oh yes they say it's defense, they say it's decency, Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean? The same fucking lies with depressing frequency, They say "We had to do it to keep our lives clean" Well whose like? Whose fucking life? Who the fuck are they talking to? Whose life? Whose fucking life? I tell you one thing, it ain't me and you. And their system, christ, they're everywhere, School, army, church, corporation deal. A fucked up reality based on fear, A fucking conspiracy to stop you feeling real. Well ain't got me, I'd say their fucking wrong, I ain't quite ready with my gun, but I've got my song... Banned from the Roxy, well O.K. I never much liked playing there anyway. GUNS.

Big A, little A, bouncing be The system might have got you but it won't get me 1, 2, 3, 4 External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you want to be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Hello, hello, hello, this is the Lord God, can you hear? Hellfire and damnation's what I've got for you down there On earth I have ambassadors, archbishop, vicar, pope We'll blind you with morality, you'd best abandon any hope, We're telling you you'd better pray 'cause you were born in sin Right from the start we'll build a cell and then we'll lock you in We sit in holy judgement condemning those that stray We offer our forgiveness, but first we'll make you pay External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you want to be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Hello, hello, hello, now here's a massage from your queen As figurehead of the status quo I set the social scene I'm most concerned about my people, I want to give them peace So I'm making sure they stay in line with my army and police My prisons and my mental homes have ever open doors For those amongst my subjects who dare to ask for more Unruliness and disrespect are things I can't allow So I'll see the peasants grovel if they refuse to bow External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you want to be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to be yourself, by Christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Introducing the Prime Sinister, she's a mother to us all Like the Dutch boy's finger in the d*ke, her ass is in the wall Holding back the future waiting for the seas to part If Moses did it with is faith, she'll do it with an army Who at times of threatened crisis are certain to be there Guarding national heritage no matter what or where Palaces for kings and queens, mansions for the rich Protection for the wealthy, defense of privilege They've learnt the ropes In Ireland, engaged in civil war Fighting for the ruling classes in their battle against the poor So Ireland's just an island? It's an island of the mind Great Britain? Future? Bollocks, you'd better look behind Round every other corner stands 1984 Guardian of the future, he'll implement the law He's there as a grim reminder that no matter what you do Big brothers system's always there with his beady eyes on you From God to local bobby, in home and street and school They've got your name and number while you've just got their rule We've got to look for methods to undermine those powers It's time to change the tables. The future must be ours Big A, little A, bouncing be Cats in the cupboard but you can't catch me Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do I am he and she is she but you're the only you No one else has got your eyes, can see the things you see It's up to you to change your life and my life's up to me The problems that you suffer from are problems that you make The shit we have to climb through is the shit we choose to take If you don't like the life you live, change it now it's yours Nothing has effects if you don't recognize the cause If the program's not the one you want, get up, turn off the set It's only you that can decide what life you're gonna get If you don't like religion you can be the antichrist If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist But no one ever changed the church by pulling down a steeple And you'll never change the system by bombing number ten Systems just aren't made of bricks they're mostly made of people You may send them into hiding, but they'll be back again If you don't like the rules they make, refuse to play their game If you don't want to be a number, don't give them your name If you don't want to be caught out, refuse to hear their question Silence is a virtue, use it for your own protection They'll try to make you play their game, refuse to show your face If you don't want to be beaten down, refuse to join their race Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do I am he and she is she but you're they only you