Author: webmaster

It was a bomb that ended his life.
It was a bomb that gave me mine.
Sent to work in the factory,
Now I’ve seen what I can be.

At school, taught to be a slave,
To judge my worth my the man I marry.
I was nothing but a baby making factory
That as a bonus cooks and cleans.

Stand up, sisters. Stand up.
Stand up, and be free.

I loved him, but
My body lied.
I’m so much better off because he died.
Now my future waits for me.

With overalls on and with sensible shoes,
I can do all I am too weak to do.
The factory is my family now.
Still a man tells us what to do.

I never understood the power I had.
This truth was kept hidden from me.
A hundred sisters side by side;
Together we are stronger.

Stand up, sisters. Stand up.
Stand up, and be free.

I was asleep, dreaming I was happy.
The thunder woke me from my slumber.
I was afraid.
I was alone.
But with the shadows gone,
It’s now the fire I see,
And it warms me.

Give me suffrage, give me hope.
Give me choice, give me rope.
I’ll hang ‘em all. I will be heard.
This powers mine. I have awoken.
We are woman. We have spoken.

Stand up, sister. Stand up.
Stand up, and be free.

Shiny thing, be mine.
You dazzle.
You sparkle.
You would make me feel complete.
You make me want.
You make me beg.
You are indifferent as you watch me eat myself.

I buy from fear,
Just like the rest.
When I have you,
Fear be gone.
So the advert tells me.

What should I do?
I’ll ask my friends.
I know them well,
I see them every night.
I share their lives,
Their joys, their triumphs, and their deepest shames.
But they’re no help.
Perhaps the repeats will shed more light.

I’m so empty
Not even crisps and ice-cream can fill me.
I have a hole
That is shiny thing shaped.

I’ll just take a look,
There’s no harm in that.
I imagine how it feels to hold you.
I imagine how others see me if own you.
This desire disgusts me.
I am dirty, but you still shine bright.

My hand shakes,
I must have you.
I lick my lips,
I can’t afford you.
It doesn’t matter,
I’m going to buy you.
Oh, god, that feels so good.

The slow creeping death of a nation
Heralded by cunts screaming “think of the children”.
A rich baby is born;
The state sponsored news approves.

Every freedom we fought for now scheduled to be removed.
Liberated bodies condemned.
The pleasures they can give,
Stripped away, for they are free.
If you want to be happy,
You must spend money.

Information, too, wants to be free.
News wants to be news
Not just the regurgitated political agenda,
Not just the regurgitated corporate agenda.
But it’ll cause you to turn paedophile.
This new disease, easily traced to starting in 1982.
But it’ll corrupt your kids.
The innocent little brats must be taught that to create life is crime,
But it’s ok to end one at a rich request.
It will even make you a hero,
Though not rich enough to mend the damage done to you.

Innocent is just another word for ignorant.
Watch the innocent angle pull the wings from a fly.
Teach them the banner call of ‘God save the richest’.
Only they can make you free.
The day time TV stooges pretend to discuss,
Surprise, surprise their enlightened debate leads them to agree.

What a wonderful march to the block.
Warmed by all the burning books
This time dressed in binary code.

Feeling dead inside;
Just another day.
Working hard
To smile and say the right things.

Happiness comes in my dreams.
Waking up, I feel the horror of my life.
Do people see?
Are they just too polite to say?
I’ll take my pills,
The highlight of my day.

There must be more,
But I have so much I must do.
The day’s a blur,
And I can’t stand no company.
It’s so much work;
I’m tired.
Sleep’s my reward,
But it takes so long to come to me.

I sold my soul on Ebay for 2.75.
I sold it to an American.
Well, he needs it more than I.
I sold my soul on Ebay for 2.75.
Now I can go and buy
That big mac and large fries.

The plastic packed world that now I see
Delights with mediocrity:
My office, my car, my people, my house.
The blinkers are lifted from my eyes.
At my feet now lies a world
Full of possible profits.

Cause I sold my soul on Ebay for 2.75.
I sold it to an American.
Well, he needs it more than I.
I sold my soul on Ebay for 2.75.
Now I can go and buy
That big mac and large fries.

I saw my soul on TV
Worn next to a heart on a sleeve,
Protesting for some worthy cause,
Getting shot by stun grenades.
And as he was dragged away by the hair,
His bloody face stared out in pity at me.
Bloody fool,
Should’ve known
Nothing good comes cheap.
Now it’s his life messed up, whilst I live out the American dream.

Cause I sold my soul on Ebay for 2.75.
I sold it to an American.
Well, he needs it more than I.
I sold my soul on Ebay for 2.75.
Now I can go and buy
That big mac and large fries.

Broken I am.
Broken I be.
Broken in more ways than you can see.

The seas I see are emerald green.
The skies I touch, with fire, burn for me.
The cities that wall you in
Hold me and protect me, like a second skin.

Broken I am.
Broken I be.
Broken in more ways than you can see.

The dreams in my head scream to be free,
Gnashing, gnawing at the core of me.
Rip down the walls and see
There’s something at the core of me.

People stare
But not in wonder,
Dissolving me with mediocrity.

Not going to live your way.
Not going to live your way.

Broken I am.
Broken I be.
But caged like you I’ll never be.

The seas you see through bars.
The sky you never dream to touch.
In your mind you are locked in.
Feel safe knowing life is predetermined.

Broken I am.
Broken I be.
But fixed like you I never want to be.

I’m going to make this look interesting,
I’m going to make this look cool.
Ok, no, I’m not.
It’s unpleasant, but it is true:
It is important that you learn at school.

Learn truth from lies
Whilst trying not to mind
You’re feeding the murder machine.
Else you might just be,
Complicit to the ignominy
Of dead bodies in the street.
Some mother’s son
Left to rot whilst you move on.
But you’re wearing your gown now.

Now its not just poverty of thought.
Out in the wild world,
Poverty of belly kills just as quick.
They gave you credit when credit was new,
But they want it back,
And I need a whole new wardrobe now.

Junk food for the brain;
That’s what it’s all about.
Natural born filler
To stop you from wondering
How come you’re part of the machine now.
Just a couple more years
Then you’ll do what you want.
You’ll do more good than you ever harmed.
But baby needs a bottle
And houses, they don’t come cheap.

I wish I could sing
Of all the many things
That would be more palatable in song.
Or, at least, turn the lights low and strum along.
I’d make you feel the way I feel now.

The light is alluring.
It tells you right from wrong.
But it just glows because you want a glow.
That gentle, rough lie sets it all alight,
But it is just a con.
I’m sorry, but it is wrong.
The temptation was too strong,
You listened but you didn’t hear:
Learn truth from lies
Whilst trying not to mind
You’re feeding the murder machine.

You are my soldier, baby,
Be you hero or psychopath.
You are my soldier, baby.
I point the gun and tell you who to shoot.

There is no glory, baby.
You’re just my hired thug.
There is no shame, baby.
We all need to get paid.

I feel no guilt, baby,
For all the people that you kill.
I feel no guilt, baby,
When you come home under a flag.

The bullet tears through flesh.
The explosion rips to shreds.
The fire burns it all away.
I am naked, but I’m not afraid.
I am wrapped up safe and warm
At home in my bed.

You are my soldier, baby.
I don’t want to know your name.
You are my soldier, baby.
I’ve never been in a fight.

I’ll buy a poppy, baby.
I think I know what it means.
I’ll get all misty, baby,
As the troops march by.

Protect this land of mine, baby.
Defend this hallowed ground.
Kill the innocent, baby.
It will all be sanitised for TV.

The garden, it is nice and neat.
The living room smells of paint.
Meat is grown in polystyrene packs,
And cotton turns itself into clothes.
War is something that happens far away.
I’m not culpable for what you do.

You are my soldier, baby.
I pay your wage and your pension too.
You are my soldier, baby.
My vote determines who you shoot.

Told since I was very young
That life’s not fair,
Life’s not fair,
I can’t hope to change the fact
That life’s not fair,
Life’s not fair.

There’s a widening health divide
And two tier eduction,
And just in case you make it through,
We’ll saddle you with such debt.

But
Don’t grumble. Don’t moan.
Just look at those below,
And with a smug grin,
You tell them
What you know:

That life’s not fair,
Life’s not fair,
You can’t hope to change the fact
That life’s not fair,
Life’s not fair.

And, please remember,
You’ve got more to lose than you could ever win:
Wide screen colour TV and home cinema system,
A nice house (bought or just improved).

But it’s everyone one who pays the price,
Not just those that you exploit.
Conservatism grips your heart as you forfeit true freedom.
The world has lost you, you’ll never know what you could’ve been.
Life’s a game, you can’t win if you don’t play:
Never satisfied, never complacent, never content with what you have got.
Somewhere this got lost.
You’ve broken the goals and torched the living grass.
The pitch has been developed, and no one has seen the ref in years.
The game has been suspended;
You congratulate your guile,
Sit down and enjoy the comfort,
Smile.
And, in case anyone questions why they should live this way,
Make sure they’re told since they are very young

That life’s not fair,
Life’s not fair.
You can’t hope to change the fact
That life’s not fair,
Life’s not fair.