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Subhumans
Evolution E.P.
"Well, it's true that some animals appeal, I think, to people more than others do; puppies and young rabbits..."
Out in the garden there's a little white rabbit
Like Revlon torture for your clean little habits
As you wash your hair to keep it clean
You get to wonder why Vosene's green
And forget about the silent animal screams
Out in the garden there's a little white dog
Shampoo in your eyes like a burning fog
But its tried and tested so you won't got blind
Animals killed for the good of mankind
For your shinning hair so many have died
Out in the garden there's a little white cat
And you're catching cancer as you smoke that fag
"When will they find the cure", you choke
When enough cats have died of smoke?
And the say that animals go for the throat
And the monkey in the zoo they look so tame
In the name of science they removed their brains
To think that man evolved from this beast
Civilised savage's down from the tree
The animals who run these laboratories
I'm telling you it's real
So much money where does it all come from?
We're paying for democraty never mind the bomb
So much money what does it do?
It puts them in power where they shit on you
You don't care about the social disease
You got so much money you can do as you please
Too many people voted for you
Now you're telling us what to do
Money is power and you're so rich
You married for money to a classy bitch
Use the cash to build up a regime
The silent man behind the killing machine
So much money where does it all come from?
We're paying for democraty never mind the bomb
So much money what does it do?
It puts them in power where they shit on you -- you -- you
Political is a easy game
Using the people to support your aim
State your idea of your idea state
And after they've voted it'll be too late
And when the country's in a fucking mess
They want to know the secret of your success
You never used weapons, you never used tools
But money is power and people are fools
So much money where does it all come from?
We're paying for democraty never mind the bomb
So much money what does it do?
It puts them in power where they shit on you
I am a germ under your skin
I crawl through your veins and I work my way in
I play with your health, I destroy all there is
I'm the germ in your mouth when you gave her a kiss
And tomorrow they'll put away
And the doctors all they will say
Is "You're gonna die"
I am a germ under your skin
Like a hypodermic needle pushed in
I run in your blood and screw up your brain
I've got a disease just to send insane
And tomorrow they'll put away
And the doctors all they will say
Is "You're gonna die"
I am a germ under your skin
And I've got a feeling I'm gonna win
It's no use believing in the national health
And when you're dead I'll destroy someone else
And tomorrow they'll put away
And the doctors all they will say
Is "You're gonna die"
And tomorrow they'll put away
They'll put away
And they'll put away
With all the other people
Gonna put away
They gonna put away
They'll put away
They'll put away
They'll put away
They'll put away
They'll put away
They'll put away
I'm a germ
Go! Not me -- Not me
Not me -- Not me
Who's gonna fight? -- Not me
Who thinks its right? -- Not me
"The threat of war is passing phrase" -- Not me
Try telling that to a waiting grave -- Not me
They say the bunkers will be safe -- Not me
They're not big enough for the human race -- Not me
Who's gonna fight?
Not me -- Not me
Not me -- Not me
Not me -- Not me
NOT ME
Not me -- Not me
Not me -- Not me
Who's having fun? -- Not me
Gonna carry a gun? -- Not me
I got to fight, I got no choice -- Not me
They'll never hear my fucking voice -- Not me
Deafened in the deathly noise -- Not me
Created by their brand new toys -- Not me
So who's gonna fight?
Not me -- Not me
Not me -- Not me
Not me -- Not me
NOT ME
Who's gonna die? -- Not me
I'll tell you why -- Not me
I won't do whatever they say -- Not me
Even if it means getting put away -- Not me
That's what I think, O.K.? -- Not me
You got to react, it's the only way -- Not me
So who's gonna fight?
Who's gonna fight?- Not me
Who's gonna fight?- Not me
Who's gonna fight?- Not me
Who's gonna fight?- Not me
Who's gonna fight?- Not me
Who's gonna fight?- Not me
Who's gonna fight?- Not me
Who's gonna fight?- Not me
Who's gonna fight the system?
You?
Me?
Or fucking no-one?
It's all in your dreams* (Song No.35)
Working class hero? No such thing
Put on your martens(Blind your mind), you still can sing
No organised class it's out of control
Your mates are so young, you feel so old
No new religion -- follow yourself
Plastic fashions lined up on a shelf
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Pessimist, loyalist, optimist
You don't exist!
Pessimist, loyalist, optimist
You don't exist!
It's all in your dreams
Caught you in the stream
Subhumans.
Dick -- voice.
Bruce -- guitar.
Grant -- bass.
Trotsky -- drums.
Words & Music by Subhumans
Recorded at Southern Studios 29-1-83
Released May 83
Endineer by John Loder
Produced by Subhumans
Cover art by Nick Lant