1. |
Boot
01:50
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I need your boot on my neck
To help me know my place
I'll empty out my wallet
So you can spit in my face
Take away my weekends
Underfund my healthcare
This is not bad for me
That's just the Red Scare
Turkeys for Christmas
Foxes for the hunt
Forks stuck in sockets
Backwards facing guns
Bailouts for bankers
Murdoch fucking hates me
I lick boots for fun
I need your boot on my neck
To help me know my place
I'll empty out my wallet
So you can spit in my face
Go ahead and marginalise
At risk communities
Well, I could give a shit
Until it affects me
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2. |
Our Own Eyes
02:06
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There's no racism in the UK
They did a report the other day
Stephen Lawrence wasn't murdered
That was just a little horseplay
No racism in the UK
A guy on the bus the other day
Didn't look at me and fucking say
"We should bomb you back to the Stone Age."
But we saw it all with our own eyes.
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Insults are naked and right in your face
We paid the price for your mistakes
We had a vote and said it's OK
For spy cops to murder, beat and rape
Incompetence the order of the day
Cronyism every which way
Told that violence will come to our doors
By manufactured culture wars
There will be no mercy for you
All tyrants die in the end
Your power and privilege can't disguise your ugliness
Sleep in the bed you made
Haven't you noticed the party line?
The cruelty is by design
What a fucking stupid take
To think that you are the master race
Your lack of melanin
Doesn't mean a fucking thing
What are you so proud of?
The Empire died, get over yourself.
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4. |
I Am All The Things
02:22
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Can't you see I've been struggling to sleep?
Hours feel like minutes, and talk is so cheap
I bite my lip instead of making pleasantries
I deflect blame in place of culpability
I am all the things that are wrong with me
I've lost my faith in my beliefs
I am the sum of my lazy vagaries
Ill-equipped to handle pain or grief
And so it goes.
An angry young man with a mouth full of words
A conglomeration of things I've said and heard
Have I ever had an original thought?
Or do I plagiarise when I talk?
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I could live my life
By arbitrary lines
Cast aside principles
For an easy ride
Keep my head down
Flick through empty screens
Procrastinate through the day
And sleep just to dream
I don’t think therefore I am not
You sure as hell don't speak for us
I’d rather be
Disgraced to history
Than compromise the principles
I claim to keep
But there are times
When I can barely speak
I find myself on losing sides
With every passing week
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Headache Journal Bristol, UK
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