LYRIC: With Burning Anger

With burning anger I

Sing songs written in my youth

Furious that the 

lyrics still apply

Police brutality, government lies

Capitalism Sucks, innocents die

The Profitganda media march us to war

The rich getting richer the poor staying poor

With burning anger I

Watch the daily proof

A vindication I wish 

I wish was not the truth

Same ideologies/different hairstyles

Progress Ever Backwards for another few miles

Fat on Junk Food News and Culturally Dead

I Fear For The World, cuz it’s losing it’s head 

Is This What Democracy Looks Like?

Surely There Must Be More Than This To Life?

Or are we Too Lazy To Live?

With burning anger I

Write another song

Familiar lyrics

Until the problem’s gone

I stared at my navel but now I am back

To point out our failings and show where we lack

I play this guitar with burning anger 

We’re still Not The Good Guys

And we never were

LYRIC: March In Line

March in line for the London Olympics

March in line for the Queen’s Jubilee

March in line for the coalition government

March in line for the economy

March in line as they take away your services

March in line as your pay and pension freeze

March in line as they take away your benefits

March in line as they bring you to your knees

March in line as they talk about the deficit 

March in line and don’t talk about the war

March in line and forget about the cause of this

March in line and don’t ask what you’re marching for

And don’t forget your flags

Yes you must wave your pretty flags

And march in line for the right team in the football game

March in line and love the same celebrities

March in line and pick conveyor opportunities

March in line to serve your master’s every need

March in line when they tell you that you lost your job

March in line as they spin your tears to gold

March in line to the growing unemployment queue

March in line and maybe you won’t feel the cold

March in line for the new great depression

March in line for a taste of poverty

March in line for the bankers and their bonuses

March in line in the name of your country

And don’t forget your flags

Yes you must wave your pretty flags

Starving children dressed in rags

They all wave their pretty flags

And march in line

March in line like a lamb off to the slaughter

March in line and say a prayer for corporate greed

March in line and stop asking awkward questions

March in line and march until your feet bleed.

March in line.

LYRIC: Retail Therapy

Got no food to feed yourself

Let alone your starving kid

Can't afford your sky-high rent

Downsized you can't afford shit!

Got conditions in urgent need

Of by a doctor being seen

But such notions are just daydreams

You can't afford such luxury

These days nothing goes for free

Except maybe your sanity

Pressure choking killing you

But what the fuck are you going to do?

Feel alone and forgotten

No help around for your problems

Here is some advice for you

Compassion and help are yesterday's news

Sorry

Only one suggestion for you it's all there is I hope it's some use?

Shut up and shop

Shop 'till you drop

Dead

LYRIC: We Are The Rascal Multitude

I had a dream the other night

A teacher barking orders at the class

But instead of obeying

Some kids put up their hands and politely asked

How life would be, if from an early age

We were all treated as equals not as someone else's slaves

The class agreed that they wouldn't let themselves

Be pushed around unquestioned by anybody else

We all accept too much

This rogue consensus

Whilst deep inside we see

Better possibilities 

Each day there's someone who says no

Questioning norms and analyzing facts

This rebel lives inside us all

It is that itch we're so afraid to scratch

But still we do because we know that something's wrong

The game has been corrupted and we just won't play along

And so many of us try in our own little ways

To struggle through conventions and try to make a change

And they, the ones in charge

Shake, scared, and try so hard

To quell the rabble's dissent

But we just come back again

We are the rascal multitude 

Here to voice our opinions too

There's more of us than there are of you

And together we just cannot lose

You've manipulated much too much

Made us buy into all of your myths

But we never go away

We keep on coming back

We can see when we're cheated

And who exactly is stacking the decks

You try and cloud our seeing eyes

And say we're free when we're clearly oppressed

You have the tools, the media and money

And I guess you think it's funny that we're dying for your cause

But still we come, struggling against you

You may silence one movement but there's always plenty more

For life, lived on our knees

Is not life, it's slavery

We won't rest until we're free

And we've smashed your ideology

We are the rascal multitude 

Here to voice our opinions too

There's more of us than there are of you

And together we just cannot lose

You've manipulated much too much

Made us buy into all of your myths

But we never go away

We keep on coming back

We are the rascal multitude

We'll never go away

LYRIC: The Trap

A question

I want you to answer me

If you can’t be yourself can you really be called free?

Employment

That shackled compromise

To give up who we are so our bank accounts can rise

I WEAR THE PLASTIC SMILE AND I

PERFORM SO EASILY AND I

PRETEND NORMALITY AND I

CHOKE DOWN CONFORMITY AND I

FEIGN THIS IS SANITY AND I

INDULGE DEPRAVITY AND I

STUNT MY CAPACITY AND I

PLAY ALONG WITH YOUR WORLD

The system

To which our membership is birth

And from which we can’t escape until we’re buried under earth

Is to trade our greatest days for the promise of a wage

And trade possibility for the comfort of a cage

Where we can rage amongst the beige until we reach retirement age

Exploited at every stage like Karl Marx warned on every page

Of those books we never read because we had to get ahead

Working hard, overtime, I can relax when I’m dead

Except I can’t

Because I’d no longer exist

And the one life that I had was just an opportunity missed

All those things I never did, all the sights I didn’t see

All because I strove to be a dedicated employee

First to start and last to leave

Achieve each task you could conceive

Sacrifice and sweat and bleed to serve my boss’s every need

And for what?

Why did I make this sacrifice?

So I could pay all my bills on time but have no time for my life?

I WEAR THE PLASTIC SMILE AND I

PERFORM SO EASILY AND I

PRETEND NORMALITY AND I

CHOKE DOWN CONFORMITY AND I

FEIGN THIS IS SANITY AND I

INDULGE DEPRAVITY AND I

STUNT MY CAPACITY AND I

PLAY ALONG WITH YOUR WORLD

The trap

Which seems to sucker us in turn

Is the idea that a living is a thing you ought to earn

You don’t earn what is a right, it should be yours without a fight

And what we buy would still exist if all the costs were just dismissed

Because the price is far too high if we must work until we die

Yet to ask why, and not comply, is a sure path to suicide 

We took all their fictions and lived like they’re real

Economists laugh with duplicitous zeal

And inside our bones you know we all feel,

That we’re not paid enough for the hours that they steal

But that alarm

Rips us from sleep again each day

And too tired to complain we can’t see another way

But to climb on that treadmill and to our daily grind commute

Stuck in a rut, routine set, we cannot see another route

And out we sell our precious days, as entrenched, the system stays

But at least we’re getting paid, as we endure this masquerade

And as we die a little death and feel our will begin to fade

We know at least there are new toys on which to spend the cash we saved 

I WEAR THE PLASTIC SMILE AND I

PERFORM SO EASILY AND I

PRETEND NORMALITY AND I

CHOKE DOWN CONFORMITY AND I

FEIGN THIS IS SANITY AND I

INDULGE DEPRAVITY AND I

STUNT MY CAPACITY AND I

PLAY ALONG WITH YOUR WORLD

LYRIC: What Happened?

A week in this world’s enough to make all hope go out the door

Racist murders, mass destruction, ignorance and war

Pseudo-democracy that benefits only the elites

While the masses have no voice with which they can speak

Demonstrations ignored, protests dismissed

Popular uprising is just met with fists

Propaganda machines manufacture consent

To make us all tools of a government

Who are tools to corporate CEOs and their cash

Please take this away and give none of it back

What happened?  Reality is so the opposite of how it’s supposed to be

What happened?  Why is no one looking out for each other anymore?

What happened?  Everything thing has been bought or sold, our needs left in the cold

What happened?  What happened to the world?

All of our leisure and pleasure is not what we need

False wants implanted creating consumer greed

No concern for whether we will benefit

Only motivated by their increased profit

The tiny privileged minority

Exploiting a bought-off majority

Clouded so much by PR that we no longer see

What is it we actually need.

What happened?  Why can we not buy food that’s not been chemically abused?

What happened?  Why are there so few people rich and so many very poor?

What happened?  Why do we not see that we are clearly not free?

What happened?  What happened to the world?

What happened to community?  Everyone out for each other’s needs?

Now we’re just out for our wealth.  Don’t give a damn about public health.

All we buy leads to our death.  No-one’s accountable for this mess.

Free trade counts, our lives do not – a public exploited to keep them on top

It’s gotta stop!

This is not the world I want to live in

Violence rules and is fed by this system

I won’t be a puppet for a puppeteer that kills me

I no longer want to be a spectator in my own democracy!

What happened?  Why are we not a part in the running of our lives?

What happened?  Why is life so unlike the life I was promised as a child?

What happened?  Why are we so desensitized to the loss of lives?

What happened?  What happened to the world?

LYRIC: There Must Be More Than This To Life

I'm astounded at your bitterness

Your apathy and unwillingness

To build a better place for us

And just accept this shit

The oppression's indisputable

It is unacceptable

So why are you so disagreeable

To alternatives to this?

Don't be fooled cuz you're comfortable

Aim for the impossible

To your boss you're just a pain in the ass

You lose your life to claim your wage

You lose more time everyday

Why do you put up with this crap?

There must be more than this to life?

Brainwashed so you cannot fight

And as they pull the budget tight

It's unfair but you don't speak out

Capitalist ideology

In the interests of them-not you and me

We must fight against THEM don't you see?

Don't be docile, SHOUT!

It's not in their interests to be nice

They care for money not people's lives

And it's the apathy that let this grow-you know

You may think utopias can't exist

But anything must be better than this

This exploitative system must go!

COMFORTABLE MIDDLE CLASSES

GET UP OFF YOUR BOUGHT OUT ASSES

There must be more than this to life!