Lyrics : Barney Greenway / Music : Jesse Pintado
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Phobic - eggshell-walking on a brink.
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Camera sensor eyes pierce.
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We excuse stone-set normality.
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yet send tremors through morality.
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Frozen optics,
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traction for outspoken heads.
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Fuck your badgeless, rankless dirge
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and bizarre take on community concern.
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Division is your vision.
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Cajoled - jostled into position
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where we can't ascend or defend.
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Funny how you're moulded by perfection ;
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Which visionary told you so ?
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Curse our influence,
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traction for outspoken heads.
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Your true colours make us reel - scab
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Garish hue with bilious sheen - scab
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no dressing up to the nines - scab
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It's permanent under the skin.
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Policing the detritus - unclean !
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Policing the benign ?
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Fuck your badgeless, rankless dirge
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and fuck assumptions that we're dirt
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This derision builds a prison...for you !
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Repression Out of Uniform
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| Napalm Death |
