Fuck off you, fuck your violent threats, your attempts to control the nation. Fuck off you fucked up racist cunt, understand the situation Back off you slimy worthless prick, you ain't got a clue what you're facing! Eat bricks you hed up bastard shits, scabs; you'll get what you are creating Who the fuck do you think you're pushing, 'stay in place or get it' I'd think again to save your skin,'cos if you come to close You'll fucking regret it, you whine on all the hell you like Repeat your warnings of plastic bullets, the gas, the batons, the water cannon The more you oppress the more we'll resist Riots, there ain't been a riot, but one's knockin' at your door You've seen nothing yet but houselheld pets, but you'll feel the lions claw Proclaiming laws last victory, of containing rebel shower When the time Is right you'll get the fight that will totally test your power Inciting, provoking trouble, that you know can easilt be beaten To maintain the Image that we need you, so thus re-confirm your position You might trick some you scheming scum, but you'll never get our obedience You can batter, beat us, even imprison, yet still you'll never ever defeat us Belfast...Brixton...Toxteth...Totteham...St. Pauls...Hansworth... Reclaim the streets, reclaim the towns, reclaim the nation
What revolution, this revolution, we all wanted a peaceful solution But this institution, that institution, smashed all hope of getting through To them. Confrontations, escalating violations of the law Repercussions of the mass destruction which in the end is sure to mean Them pumping out the bullets, their protection from the poor We will win 'cos we have to, we ain't got nothing to lose no more And what they lose they undoubtedly will forfeit forever "They've got the guns, but we've got the numbers"
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