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Subhumans
Religious Wars E.P.
Do you believe in the afterlife?
Termination with a rusty knife
Religious wars, no reason why
What a glorious way to die
In the name of god they left you to die
Religious wars there's no reason why
They left you to die
The ultimate excuse is here
Die for a cause, religion fear
Fear of the threat of something unreal
Abdicate the way you really feel
In the name of god they left you to die
Religious wars there's no reason why
They left you to die
In the darkness of death
There's no light in your eyes
A cross in your grave
Your time has arrived
In the name of god they left you to die
Religious wars there's no reason why
They left you to die
No! No! Love? Love?
Love?
Love is a bastard, it tears you apart
Just when you thought you didn't have a heart
Couldn't give a fuck cos you didn't know how
And suddenly everything brings you down
Love is a bastard, it fucks you up
Make up, break up, totally messed up
Lipstick stains and little white lies
Can you see the blood running out of my eyes?
Love is a bastard, it makes you cry
Do something wrong and you don't know why
Can't remember what you said
Lie on the floor and wish you were dead
And everything just gets you down... down...
I'm telling you it's gonna get worse
Go! I don't like the way I'm living
No-one gives me any choice
You don't like the way I'm singing
But all I've got is my fucking voice
I can't get a word in edgeways
Surrounded by so many lies
They just treat us like subhumans
We're the people they despise
I'm telling you it's gonna get worse
Always rising unemploment
Always debates on nuclear war
Do you think that any gouverment
Gives a shit what we stand for?
Sometimes you wonder what to do
When you haven't got no cash
Better start thinking what you'll do
When your contry turns to ash
I'm telling you it's gonna get worse
You can blame the fucking tories
Every government's the same
They don't believe in the public good
Just in their financial gain
Then the bastards throw you out
And take your furniture away
Cos you can't afford the rent
Unemployment doesn't pay
It's gonna get worse
Working for money and the system to
Thought the dole queue made you 'worthless'
Now you're slaved to a public machine
Getting somewhere is this what they mean?
Wothless... not enough money!
I'd rather work for money
Than just for 'something to do'
But then why bother working at all?
Do you want to stay totally normal?
You wanted more and what did they say?
"You'll never sell yourself to anyone
Come back and try in six months time
Don't you know there's a social decline?"
Politics -- don't it make you mad?
I'd rather work for money
Than just for 'something to do'
But then why bother working at all?
Do you want to stay totally normal?
You said you'd look for another job
"Well try it sonny you won't get far
Do as you're told and stop complaining"
Being conned is part of the training
Crash course -- learning how to lose
I'd rather work for money
Than just for 'something to do'
But then why bother working at all?
Do you want to stay totally normal?
Normal? Normal? Normal?
Totally normal?
Subhumans.
Dick -- voice.
Bruce -- guitar.
Grant -- bass.
Trotsky -- drums.
Words & Music by Subhumans
Recorded at Southern Studios 9-5-82
Released July 82
Endineer by Steve Collinson
Produced by Subhumans
Cover art by Nick Lant