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The councilor comes with his battered old suit
And his head all filled with plans
Says “It's not for myself, for the fame or wealth
But to help my fellow man.”
Fist in the air and the first to stand
When the Internationale plays
Says “We'll break down the walls of the old Town Hall
And we'll fight all the lifelong day!”

A Man walks into a bar
He Says, "Give me a Bacardi and Coke."
The back of beyond repair
Welcomes the broken and the broke
The latter hitches a ride
On the back of second-hand smoke
And the man,
Well he'd be the punch line

I’m a loner alone with neuroses and hate
Anger is a permanent character trait
My letter bombs are primed and ready to send
Would you like to add me as a friend?
I’m a wound-up whiner with a fetish for guns
I’m almost 50 and I live with my Mum
I hope my nude picture doesn’t offend
Would you like to add me as a friend?

The future glints like the moon on an old slate roof
And everything you say sounds like the truth
The things you did made half my dreams come true
And I wanted to be with you
And I wanted to be with you
Sing your songs of what could be
Of all the things you brought back home to me
And I wonder what the papers are going to say

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

The day drags on and stumbles
I'm far too tired to smile
From the kitchen to the tables
I must've walked a thousand miles
The man at table number seven
He's not where he wanted to be
He's far too tired, or he's just been fired,
So he takes it all out on me

What a wonderful world

A loose door-jam, a light left on
The oldest national lottery
Enter Johnny-Go-Darkly
Come to spoil my party
Smell of faces lingers
Echo of light fingers

Here comes Nicholas, fiddle in hand,
into a world that he can't understand.
You can't keep pace with the master
race, his feet they're going all over
the place - he can't see his moves cos
there's egg on his face. Dance, idiot,
dance! His body's as stiff as
a cold lasagne, 'cos all he knows is

Eat, sleep and crap, for to prey on your needs
Down a dark street in backwater Leeds
I seen you’re comin, “come in, lads!”
You seen the ad? Too bad, bad, bad
What you get is what you see
It’s a trickledown theory and it’s coming to me
Life’s a whip-round and I’ve got the whip
It’s a sinking ship, drip, drip, drip

Things were rather different in great grandfather's day
He just put a chain around their ankles and made them work for no pay
He took everything they owned and yet still demanded more
He did a bloody good job in taming the poor
Now I'm rather more subtle, I say, I'll tell you what I will do
I'll do everything I can to try and help you
And you'll be helping me, I say, and I'll see that you're alright
You can have a place of your own, you can even pretend to be white

Listen close to this crooked mouth
For my story I will tell–o
Lived in Mexico by the name of Wenseslao Moguel–o
Left my home in Santiago
The heart of the city of Merida
Served with my brothers and sisters all
For the army of Pancho Villa

You noble diggers all stand up now, stand up now
You noble diggers all stand up now
The wasteland to maintain sin (?) cavaliers by name
Your digging does maintain and persons all defame
Stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down, stand up now
Your houses they pull down to fright your men in town

(Chorus)
Open your eyes, time to wake up
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Open your eyes, time to wake up
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Enough is enough is enough
Give the fascist man a gunshot
Enough is enough is enough

Poacher come with his poacher's gun
Out in the woods to shoot someone
"My lord your time has come"
Right between the eyes!
Fell his master not by chance
Away with pomp and circumstance
Come join our merry dance
To the rhythm of goodbye

Albert! Who?
Bobby! Who?
For god´s sake, burn it down

Nothing ever burns down by itself
every fire needs a little bit of help
Nothing ever burns down by itself
every fire needs a little bit of...

If you want to find the general
I know where he is
I know where he is
I know where he is
If you want to find the general
I know where he is
He's pinning another medal on his chest
I saw him, I saw him

Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she doesn't have a lot to say
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to day
I wanna tell her that I love her a lot, but I gotta get a belly full of wine
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl someday I'm gonna make her mine
Oh yeah, someday I'm gonna make her mine

Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she never does a thing for me
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she keeps the worst company

Good evening, topping nightcast
A possible link between murder and music

Hey, hey, we're the Junkies
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies

Sticky pages in Hello, with Hopper as Nero on Rome
See the social big guns going bang, bang, bang

Up behind the Bus-stop in the toilets off the street
There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet
Mixed up with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor
From the boy who got his head kicked in a night or two before
Homophobia
The worst disease
You can't love who you want to love in times like these
In the pubs, clubs and burgerbars breeding pens for pigs

We'll be singing, when we're winning.
We'll be singing...

I get knocked down, but I get up again,
You're never gonna keep me down!
I get knocked down, but I get up again,
You're never gonna keep me down!
I get knocked down, but I get up again,

We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing

2x
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down

I get knocked down, but I get up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
You nay ever gonna keep me down

We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing

I get knocked down
But I get up again
You never have enough to keep me down (x 3)

Six in the morning don't want to wake
Sun laying low and the world sleeping late
Hate like the river runs heavy and deep
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep

Five days from seven the week's hardly mine
The alarm clock's gone over to enemy lines
Waste my time working for cowards and creeps

Cmon
Norman rockwell come on in
Hang your dirty coat on the door
Dont you worry bout the cops downstairs
Theyre just digging up the cellar floor
Im in trouble again
Im in trouble again
Im in trouble again

Jacob's ladder
Like rusty old nails
At the bottom of the sea
Telling no tales
For the good of the Admiralty
You jump when you're told to
Through the open door
And the King of Norway

Sometimes feels like singing your life away
F sharp minor up and down the motorway
Too dog-tired; wouldn't want it any other way
Laughter in a time of War
Love on a Monday, football on a Saturday
Home-grown strawberries to justify the rain
Sometimes I do, but I shouldn't complain
Laughter in a time of War

Children in school forced to the desk
Finger the atlas and study the text
Lies and opinion presented as fact
Taught to accept, and never to ask

Those smiling workers in Ladybird books
They're not picking coffee at all
They're busy with bricks and mortar

Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit
Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
(Repeat chorus)

Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar
Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with the card
Good call

Mr Kakoshka(?) it just happened again.
(Sad So Sad)
They struck the museum like a hurricane.
(Sad So Sad)
Haul them on a coach and it s dead and it s gone.
(Sad So Sad)
From Babylon baby back to Babylon.

We're taught that after the war the Nazis vanished without a trace

But batallions of fascists still dream of a master race

The history books they tell of their defeat in forty-five

But they all come out of the woodwork on the day the Nazi died

Pontius Pilate came to our town
Up to the dockyards to see the picket line
We asked him to help but he just turned around
He's the leader of the union now
Leader of the union
All of our questions he ignored
He washed his hands and he dreams of his reward
A seat in the House of Lords

come on

send this song to twenty-three people
add your name, don't break the cycle
pass this along by word of mouse
save the world, don't leave the house
cause a virtual office in a virtual home
means you never have to drive through the wrong part of town

(Chorus)
'Poverty poverty knock,' my loom is a-saying all day
Poverty poverty knock, gaffer's too skinny to pay
Poverty poverty knock, keeping one eye on the clock
I know I can guttle when I hear my shuttle go, 'poverty poverty knock'

Up every morning at five
I wonder that we keep alive

She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
The family money has a magnetic pull
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Her social diary is always full
And both her faces--so easy on the eye

Half the front's out there, half-buried
Some of them alive
The rest of us, we freeze and pray for Spring
"Dearest Mother, fill my lungs till victory or food arrives"
What else can we do out here but sing?

Sixteen years and never been kissed
Singing out the days

I'm always waiting
I'm sick of waiting
For the day my luck will change
I've spent enough time
In queues and bread lines
In hope of better days
These thieves and scroungers
And lazy bastards

Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, and everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go."
Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine
Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon
See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy little thumbs saying "Play your funky drum!"
Each jump in the dark we claim as our own
We know it's a lie; we never acted alone
Each jump in the dark, each jump in the dark
The machine became the star, beats to the bar, poor Gus Dudgeon lying in his car

This girl
She didn’t turn out
Quite the way she was supposed to do
Ooh
This girl
She got bored of all the things
They brought her up to say
She newer meant them anyway

Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound

Stop now
What's that sound

Tony
You said that you'd be true
I believed you like a fool
I should have seen it in your eyes
Tony
You promised me the world
But I'm not that kind of girl
And tony now there's nothing but your lies

Well, we got James Hetfield
And we tied him up tight
Naked and cold
We kept the strip lights bright
Said what have you got for us James
He said nothing at all
So we dragged some speakers
In from the hall

There's always been a pattern of struggle and defeat
Never that cycle incomplete
Never enough to tip the scales
Too many people rotting in jails
Or bloodied on the battlefields
The history books from every age
Have the same words written on every page
Always starting with 'Revolution'

We'll be singing 
When we're winning 
We'll be singing 

I get knocked down 
But I get up again 
You're never gonna keep me down 

Lights out, the fun begins.
Can't sleep when I'm listening in.
Under cover, that sound -
My connection to the underground.
Underground...
My connection to the underground.

Transistor, tiny spark.

Whitewash
When you don't want to feed the world
When you just want to feed your bank balance
Wash your guilt away
Unilever washes whiter
Soap to clean those dirty hands
And a slap for the people who work the land
Unilever

In the age before the information age
Making history and living for the days
We told our stories then in oh so many ways
We were unpindownable

The moth it changed between the chimney and the tree
I grew feet so I could crawl out from the sea
No-one dares to tell me what I'm going to be

Tap, tap, tap in the chatrooms
We're learning how to make a bomb
Hmm, well whatever
We don't want to sing along

We don't want to sing along
We don't want to sing along
We know every word to the song

William Francis, noble lord
His fortune built on sweat and sword
Built an empire tall as a hill
But he don't have fun and he never will
My, my

Sees the world so far below
And though he tries, he'll never know

"I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain"

"It is a great thing that we have an unarmed police force in this country. It
is perhaps an even greater thing that a force that is unarmed is able to shoot
so many people."

On hands and knees
Floors like these

Strap these words
Around your waist
Open arms
A last embrace
Go make your peace
Commonplace
Take the train
A last goodbye

April morning summer come soon
Clouds follow after
Morning sun is hidden by noon
Day shrouded over
Tears to face the morning news
We watch our future burn
And wonder if we'll ever learn
That words can save us