We pride ourselves
in the integrity of our herds, but words are just words are just words.
While the brand you wear is the same as mine, we can´t be out of
step if we´re still in line. One more round - we wouldn´t want
to trade new ground. Another circle drawn for another carbon copy as we
limit ourselves to the flag of our flock. Circle pit mentality - individ
removal - cut to fit - for punkrock head approval. A shepherd vacancy,
but don´t look to us. All that phony Beatle mania has bitten the
dust. The circle complete in the imitation zone - find a new king for the
the line we lost. Individuality paid the cost. Close enough to inhale the
security but as always too far away. We breed upon culture sickness and
we made this rule into our own. Silently sedated, our minds fly out the
windows. Our emotions suffocate. Suppress the essence of living... Your
beautiful independent Friday night dress. Wash away the fear and insecurity.
This substitute kills the freedom and cuts the wounds wide open. A glimpse
caught the sense and now you're content in slowly fading. The familiar
escape. The alternative to nothing. Reminded to die-life support addiction.
Watch your love slip through your hands.
Can I scream?
It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it. If we can
afford the luxury of turning our heads. If we can adjust that $1000 smile
and behold the creation of man. Great words won't cover ugly actions and
good frames won't save bad paintings. We lack the motion to move to the
new beat. When the day is over the doors are locked on us. Cause money
buys the access and we can't pay the cost. And how can we expect anyone
to listen if we are using the same old voice? We need new noise , new art
for the real people. We lack the motion to move to the new beat. We dance
to all the wrong songs and we enjoy all the wrong moves. We're not leading.
Yeah. The new beat x10000.
be dead than alive by your oppression. I'd rather be dead than alive by
your design. Poisoned my fingers. Burned out my eyes. Cut my throat to
be alive. I'd rather be dead than alive by your social values.I'd rather
be dead than alive by your tradition. But I'd rather be alive.
I got a bone
to pick with capitalism and a few to break. Grab us by the throat and shake
the life away. Human life is not commodity, figures, statistics or make
believe. And yeah I like eating excrement and not getting paid for it.
Play the guilt, play the fear and play the anxiety x2. Seduced by the opportunity
and robbed of hope. Human suffering is not commodity, figures, statistics
or make believe. Marginalise away the joy and sell us boredom. And yeah
I like working doing nothing and not making anything. Blame the poor, blame
the uneducated and blame the sick x2.
of the scull
I took the
first bus out of Coca-Cola city cause it made me feel nauseous and shitty.
I took the first bus out of Shell town cause they didn't want me hanging
around. YEAH. YEAH. I took the first bus. Let's take the first bus out
of here x8.
through the air for all of us to hear. Could it be the sounds of liberation
or just the image of detention? We want the airwaves back, we want the
airwaves back. We don't just want airtime we want all the time all of the
time. We want the airwaves back, we want the airwaves back. We want transmission
for the people by the people. What frequency are you getting? Is it noise
or sweet sweet music? On what frequency will liberation be? On what frequency
will liberation be? It's coming through the air for all of us to hear.
Could it be the sounds of liberation or just the image of detention? Control
my flower, business and news all ready to devour. Who's in charge and what
does he say? Is he playing alternative or does it sound the same old way?
We want the airwaves back...
that made us powerless is talking over our heads. Claiming prosperity in
a downward spiral plan. Stuck by the deadly rhythm of the production line.
This power that made us unionless is taking out of our hands. Cheapest
labour at our expensive cost, auctioned our lives away. We consume our
lives like we are thankful for what we are being forced into. Is it our
duty to die for governments and for gods? Is it our privilege to slave
for market and industry? Is it our right to follow laws set to scare and
to oppress? Is it our gift to stay in line and will it take away the blame?
We can no longer pay the price. We'll get organised. We will no longer
believe that working for you will set us free.
vs. punk routine
I'm tired of
losing myself to some stupid childhood dream of what I could have been.
Money proves the point and I'm stuck between summer holidays and punk routine.
I shoot off a 100 things to remain more sorry than safe. You see, I only
get this chance once and I just can't let it be. And I'm still certain
that what motivates me is more rewarding than any piece of paper could
be. Well adjusted and corrupt, all those icons that stole our teenage lust.
A scenario of simplicity, a scenario of you and me x2. Rather be forgooten
than remembered for giving in. We're all tired of dying - So sick of not
trying. Scared that we might fail - We'll accomplish nothing. Not even
This is the
pulse - This is the sound. This is the beat of a new generation. This is
the movement - This is the rhythm. This is the noise of revolution. Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah. Refused party programme x3. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
are fuckin' dead
and control we could be weekend lovers. Steal a sentence and make a catch
phrase parole for our revolution. Whispered all across the street about
the new cool call. Or screamed at your face like a scabs payroll. Faces
like angels, licking our fingertips. We don't have the patience to deal
with it. With battered bodies and puckered lips. We don't have the patience
to deal with it. A naive young secret for the new romantics. We express
ourselves in loud and fashionable ways. Yeah, get down, get down, yeah.
Can i get a witness? This I gotta see. Bring it in one more time for me
x2. We don't have the patience x4.
of punk to come
Hey baby you
never felt this good. Freedom through the stereo and you wish you could
take a bite, do a dance and get lost on a crusade. Jump on this soul train
with destination unknown. Hey baby never felt this free. A pair of new
shoes and a punk rock show to see. Give acclamation to these blue ribbon
babies. And check the calendar for the expiration date. We've all been
bitten - we've all been underground. We've all been beaten, battered, bruised,
told to get down. All dressed up with somewhere to go. I told you so. Adolescent
beats with a new thing to see. Smashed guitars just like you've seen on
TV. With burning speakers and flaming hair. We'll have a riot right here.
So where do
we go from here? Just about anywhere. Disorientated but alive. Boredom
won't get me tonight. Let's bring this city to life - to light - tonight.
There is no destination but with a goal in mind we can all be realistic
and demand the impossible. Let's bring this city to life - to light - tonight.