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Subhumans

Demolition War E.P.


Parasites

The government are real good to us
They crowd in their shelters and let us die
The nuclear holocaust won't last long
White turns to black in the sky

You build your demolition war
What the hell are you fighting for?

You keep your peace with starving countries
The Cambodians have to be fed
But can't you see we've got our problems
You're taxing us to buy tons of lead
They wanna destroy you

You build your demolition war
What the hell are you fighting for?

Labour can take the businesses over
Because they've got the 'workers rights'
A choice of three for democraty
And they're all parasites
They wanna take over

You build your demolition war
What the hell are you fighting for?
You're fighting for me

We're gonna blow you into little pieces
Pieces, pieces, pieces, pieces
Blow you into little pieces

Parasites -- taking over the country
Parasites -- taking over your home
Parasites -- takink over your mind


Drugs Of Youth

Get away from the windows
The D.S. are outside
The little packets in our pockets
Stuff we gotta hide
Sitting in a corner of a disco
My mouth stuck in a bag
It's hard to fake the high intake
It turn your brain real bad

It's of drug of youth
Get drug of youth
Yeah drug of youth

Crush a barb, put in a syringe
Stick it in your arm
Let the feeling crawl to your head
It don't do you no harm
Sniffing sulphate up my nose
Doin' it for a 'joke'
It make the world spin so fast
"Things go better with coke"

It's of drug of youth
Yeah drug of youth
Get drug of youth

It's of drug of youth
Get drug of youth
Yeah drug of youth

(Drug youth, drug youth
In your bag, anythin'
Blue dull pills,
Give me a trill
Give me a headache
Makes your heart...
Let your head down...)

Drug Of Youth


Animal

1 -- 2 -- 3 -- Go

Ever since they put you away
Things haven't been quite the same
They cut off all your lovely hair
And gave you a brand new brain
Send you to university
Cos that was the next step up
Studying sociology
They gave you a plastic cup

What happened to you with your brand new brand?
What will they do if they get you again?
Animal! Coming to get you
Animal! Cos you went insane

Your new brain was working really well
And they were satisfied
They thought they'd done a miracle
But you had something to hide
They left a bit of your old brain
Stuck inside your skull
That bit screwed up your culture
And you became an animal

What happened to you with your brand new brand?
What will they do if they get you again?
Animal! Coming to get you
Animal! Cos you went insane

One night you were drinking
In the student bar
Two pints blew your animal mind
Your brain just went too far
The laughter turned to slaughter
You took all you could get
Now you sit alone in a disco
Smoking cigarettes
For your an animal

What happened to you with your brand new brand?
What will they do if they get you again?
Animal! Coming to get you
Animal! Cos you went insane
Animal! Animal! Animal! Totally out!
You're such an animal


Society

Our society what a drag
Another nervous breakdown, another fag
You can't get to sleep cos you lost your pills
And the protein tablets make you ill

Our society -- our society
What a drag -- what a drag
Our society -- what a drag

Drive around in a smashed-up car
Sometimes you wonder who you are
You look depressed as you walk upstairs
Cos you lost your job and no-one cares

Our society -- our society
What a drag -- what a drag
Our society -- what a drag

See the policemen running round
Driving culture undergroud
They get paid to put you away
Cos that's how the system works these days

Our society -- our society
What a drag -- what a drag
Our society -- what a drag

Join the people on the dole
They lost interest years ago
What hope is there for you and me
If this is our society?

Our society -- our society
What a drag -- what a drag
Our society -- what a fucking drag
What a drag -- what a fucking drag
What a drag -- what a fucking drag


Who's Gonna Fight In The Third World War?

The government talk about conscription
Another self-imposed restriction
Their excuse is no conviction
Patriotism, it's all fiction

There ain't no patriots no more
Who's gonna fight in the Third World War?

Everyone knows it just ain't right
Don't we get the choice to live or die?
They give us hardship all our life
And when we refuse they wonder why

There ain't no patriots no more
Who's gonna fight in the Third World War?

Well I won't fight for my country
Cos the government wouldn't fight for me
Can't afford the dole money
So they'll put the unemployed in the army

There ain't no patriots no more
Who's gonna fight in the Third World War?
War! Not me!

There ain't no patriots no more
Who's gonna fight in the Third World War?
There ain't no patriots no more
Who's gonna fight in the Third World War?
There ain't no patriots no more
Who's gonna fight in the Third World War?
War! War! War!


Human Error

There's a bomb going off in Belfast
There's a war in Vietnam
There's a T.V. documentary
To help you understand
But the other channel is better
Because it doesn't tax you mind
Relax in the ignorance of your home
As man destroys mankind

And the rest of the world has gone to sleep
Because they couldn't care less
The world is going so am I
It's such a bloody mess

There's an arms race in America
The race that no-one wins
If somebody pushed the button
The 'accidental sin'
Meanwhile baby wonders
"What's a nuclear war?"
And mummy says "To tell the truth
I'm really not quite sure, no!"

And the rest of the was ignorant
Because they weren't told more
The pamphlet said "Just stay at home
Avoid the threat of war"

The computer pressed the button
The rain was full of lead
And more bomb dropped on Belfast
And Vietnam was dead -- dead -- dead -- dead
The T.V. documentary
Outlined the possible cause
It was just an human error
Because man invented war

And the rest of the world has gone to hell
Because they never cared more
The children cried before they die
"It's just a nuclear war"
And the rest of the world
And the rest of the world
And the rest of the world
Are dying, are dying

They never cared anyway!


Subhumans.
Dick -- voice.
Bruce -- guitar.
Grant -- bass.
Trotsky -- drums.

Words & Music by Subhumans
Recorded at Pickwick Studios 8-8-81
Released December 81
Endineer by Steve Collinson
Produced by Subhumans

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