They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen,
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They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen,
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They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen,
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They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen.
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We know our know our enemy they're hiding underground,
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They want us to live and die in the shit they leave around.
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What can we do? What can we say?
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We're not dead yet; to show we're alive?
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The government says "shove it" and "don't get in the way".
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But we're sliding down corpses on a world nose-dive.
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People here cling tightly to their fear and their fun,
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The dead are abroad, so our streets are clean.
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Even those who know, hide in Sounds and Sun.
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What will it take to stop the machine?
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It's only when we're serious and start to make fuss
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That the politicians show their real face.
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It's the copper and the squaddy who were once one of us,
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Now trained to do the dirty work and know their place.
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If they won't listen either, what can we do?
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They're people. Yes. But only people oppress.
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If we can go round them, we'll have to go through.
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If it rains and there's no shelter we must work in the mess.
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They say they're only trying to uphold the law
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And if they were off duty we could talk some more
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O.K., they're individuals but when they're in a mob,
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They're under orders, it's a dirty job.
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The plods are taught to go for your neck
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Or bust your nose running their gauntlet.
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P.C. Punishment on the spot,
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Take the law into their own hands and fuck us a lot.
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If we choose to leave the paths that we've been taught,
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Don't expect help, do don't get caught.
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They try so very hard to seem reasonable and straight
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And asked you twice already to co-operate.
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"You have every right to protest like anyone these days,
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But keep to the footpath and out the fucking way, see?"
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???
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If we choose to leave the paths that we've been taught,
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Don't expect help, do don't get caught.
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??? They'll think it's easy on the news at ten ???
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The commie-anar-fems are at it again,
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Annoying the police and the passive 'grass roots'
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We're living in a country where the army shoots.
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People with courage dumped and stranded
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Don'ts and won'ts look on empty-handed.
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If you fuck up the state, don't be a star,
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They're struck if they don't know who you are.
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If we choose to leave the paths that we've been taught,
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Don't expect help, do don't get caught.
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To stand up for the good of all and make demands for peace
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Will bring us hard and sharp against the army and police.
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Well, they're the poor too, just like us, maybe it's too late.
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The rich are in their bunker, the poor are at the gate.
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Use our head to avoid confrontation,
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Our love to avoid exploitation.
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If the uniforms choose to stay,
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They'll have to learn to get out of the fucking way.
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If we choose to leave the paths that we've been taught,
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We cease to be the seeker, we become the sought.
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Don't Get Caught
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