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Zounds
The Curse Of Zounds & Singles
War - War - War - War
There's war in Afghanistan
And war in Northern Ireland
And war in South America
And war in Africa
And war - Violence
War - Oppression
There's violence in London
And violence in Bristol
And violence in New York
And violence in Moscow
And war - Violence
War - Oppression
There's war in Heaven
Unrest on Earth
And war in my head
And war in my house
And war - War - War - War
Subvert - Subvert - Subvert - Subvert
If you gotta job
You can be an agent
You can work for revolution
In your place of employment
If you gotta job you can be an agent
You can work for revolution in your place of employment
If you work in a factory throw a spanner in the works
Internal sabotage, hit them where it hurts
Subvert - Subvert - Subvert - Subvert
If you gotta job
Where they treat you like a slave
Where they treat you like a zombie
In their corporate grave
If you work in a office making tea for the bosses
While they are getting richer on ten time your pay
They may think you're stupid but you're working undercover
You've got the potential to disobey
Subvert - Subvert - Subvert - Subvert
If you've got a job
Cos there's nothing else to do
Where they think they've got you trapped in
The boxes that they choose
If you've got a job you can be an agent
If you work in a kitchen you can redistribute food
If you are a policeman ordered to arrest me
You don't have to do it, you can refuse
Subvert - Subvert - Subvert - Subvert
Subvert - Subvert - Subvert - Subvert
If you gotta job
You can be an agent
You can work for revolution
In your place of employment
If you gotta job you can be an agent
You can work for revolution in your place of employment
If you work in a factory throw a spanner in the works
Internal sabotage, hit them where it hurts
Subvert - Subvert - Subvert - Subvert
One - Two - Three - Go
I've got an ego
It won't let me go
What am I gonna do?
A - B - C - D
Paranoia's killing me
I'm dying on my aching feet
What a way to go
Roll up - Roll up
People always stroll up
Say "Why don't you grow up?"
No thank you!
Big cats, small cats
Some cats are fat cats
Those cats are bad cats
What we gonna do?
There's an awful lot of people in the world today
There's an awful lot of trouble in the streets these days
And it doesn't seem to matter what you do or say
If a change is gonna come you've got to help it on its way
A change is gonna come before too long I know
Peace has gotta come, well, I could be wrong I know
But I just don't know what I can do
You don't trust me and I don't trust you
I bet you wish you did and I know I do
Why have you got secrets? Cos I know you have
If you've got something to hide then it must be bad
A change is gonna come before too long I know
Peace has gotta come, well, I could be wrong I know
But I just don't know what I can do
You don't trust me and I don't trust you
I bet you wish you did and I know I do
Why have you got secrets? Cos I know you have
If you've got something to hide then it must be bad
A change is gonna come before too long I know
Peace has gotta come, well, I could be wrong I know
But I just don't know what I can do
I look out the window and I wonder at it all,
Staring at the symbols that decorate the wall,
And everybody's calling to come and join them all,
But I can't go with no one till I understand the call.
Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
Don't come round for me unless you've got what I want.
I want some demystification,
I want some demystification,
I want some demystification about what's going on.
My electronic shaver won't plug into the wall,
Now I can't go to the party the electrician didn't call,
And I hear they're counting numbers in a store down in Whitehall,
So much information what can they do with it all?
Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
Don't come round for me unless you've got what I want.
I want some demystification,
I want some demystification,
I want some demystification about what's going on.
Some people talk of Shiva and some they talk of God,
Some talk of politicians and some they talk of love,
Demystify their heroes with the chances we could take,
I'm not looking for escapism I just want to escape.
Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
Don't come round for me unless you've got what I want.
I want some demystification,
I want some demystification,
I want some demystification about what's going on.
Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
Don't come round for me unless you've got what I,
Don't come round for me unless you've got what I want.
I want some demystification,
I want some demystification,
I want some demystification about what's going on,
I want some demystification,
I want some demystification,
I want some demystification about what's going on.
I am the Great White Hunter
And you know I've come to search
Just to further human knowledge
All for science and research
And if by chance I bring back
What I am looking for
They'll be someone somewhere waiting
With their fingers round a purse
I am the missionary christian
I'm taking violence to the blacks
Oh I am threatening western culture
And I'm collecting all the tax
I'm taking whiskey to the natives
A tribal comes bourgeoisie
Of course a market's just a market
I'm working for the bourgeoisie
But don't associate me with that no more
And maybe that's a color but I am sure
I'm not like that and I never will
Condone the things they do and the reasons that they kill
Well I will murder baby seals
And I'll sell their skins for gold
I'll murder injun's in the jungle
Just to make way for a road
And I will fight the rebel armies
All for profit, not for cause
I'll sell arms to rival armies
And make profit from their wars
But don't associate me with that no more
And maybe that's a color but I am sure
I'm not like that and I never will
Condone the things they do and the reasons that they kill
Oh well! I am the Great White Hunter
Oh yes! I am the great exploiter
Oh yes! I am the great destroyer
Oh yes! I am the Great White Hunter
But don't associate me with that no more
And maybe that's a color but I am sure
I'm not like that and I never will
Condone the things they do and the reasons that they kill
Sing a song of violence and listen for the sound
All the little soldiers start to come around
Start it with a rumour, a whisper in an ear
Suspision don't take very long before it turns to fear
??? Said I need a reason, made of up and low ???
??? Feel what they're fighting, just tell them where to go ???
Give the chance of glory, give the chance of fame
Give the boy an enemy, give the dog a name
Keep the factions fighting, start them off the school
Keep the factions fighting so you devide and rule
Football teams are splendid and fashion just a tool
Keep the factions fighting so you devide and rule
Fear can be a bum thing
A silly and a dumb thing
Fear can be the one thing
That keeps us all apart
Frightened of the humans and frightened of their stares
Frightened of the poisons they pump into the air
Frightened of the chemicals they spray upon the land
Frightened of the power they hold within their hands
Frightened of bureaucracy and frightened of the law
Frightened of the government and who it's working for
Frightened of the children who won't know who to cope
With a world in rack and ruin from their technocratic dope, dope, dope
Fear can be a bum thing
A silly and a dumb thing
Fear can be the one thing
That keeps us in the dark
Frightened of the humans, frightened of their stares
Frightened of the poisons pumped into the air
Frightened of the chemicals they spray upon the land
Frightened of the power they hold within their hands
Frightened of bureaucracy and frightened of the law
Frightened of the government and who it's working for
Frightened of the children who won't know who to cope
With a world in rack and ruin from their technocratic dope, dope, dope
Fear can be a bum thing
A silly and a dumb thing
Fear can be the one thing
That keeps us in the dark
Fear can be a bum thing
A silly and a dumb thing
Fear can be the one thing
That keeps us all apart
Frightened of the humans, frightened of their stares
Frightened of the poisons pumped into your air
Frightened of the chemicals spayed upon my land
Frightened of the power hold within their hands
Frightened of bureaucracy, frightened of the law
Frightened of the government who's actions lead to war
Frightened of the children who won't know who to cope
With a world in rack and ruin from their technocratic dope, dope, dope
Fear can be a bum thing
A silly and a dumb thing
Fear can be the one thing
That keeps us in the dark
Fear can be a bum thing
A silly and a dumb thing
Fear can be the one thing
That keeps us all apart
Who was that on the window ledge?
Did he jump or was he pushed?
He left a note which no one read
In desperate hand the note just said:
"Never turn my back on society
Society turn is back on me.
Never tried once to drop out,
I just couldn't get in from the start."
The children all played clever games
The grown-ups gave them clever names
Turned them all from very young
On to the drug competition
Feed them T.V. everyday
Teach them just how they should play
For the ones that start to stray
Cut them off till they obey
Our little friend was not the type
To want to have to stand and fight
Bully boys all could pick
Upon the lonely little kid
The grown ups all looked hard and long
Said "He's got two feet he can stand on"
We never like the sickly ones
The boisterous ones are much more fun
He found it hard to socialise
Cos when he laughed or want he cried
In the wrong place he'd be chastised
An idiot to be despised
Never learnt to play the game the way
That your supposed to play
Never learnt the things to say
Or lock emotion safe away
Who was that on the window ledge?
Did he jump or was he pushed?
He left a note which no one read
In desperate hand the note just said:
"Never turn my back on society
Society turn is back on me.
All the world can not be wrong
It must be me I don't belong."
"All the world can not be wrong
It must be me I don't belong"
"All the world can not be wrong
It must be me I don't belong"
"All the world can not be wrong
It must be me I don't belong"
"All the world can not be wrong
It must be me I don't belong"
The unfree child is full of woe
Into the unfree adult he will grow
Have unfree children of is own
On and on and so it goes
Take your hands from off your genitals
Eat those greens and grow up strong
Don't piss yourself it's very naughty
Stephen, Stephen don't you shine
Don't speak now we are talking
Not a word less you disgrace
There's people listening
Don't embarrass us
And never let us catch you masturbate
When I was a baby my mummy told me
If I was a bad boy daddy would scold me
When I was a baby my mummy lectured
If I was a good boy I would be rewarded
??? Mummy, daddy, what more would you expected ???
??? In your eyes I'm not to be respected ???
??? Take you on but I'm just one reflection ???
??? Of the values that you hold and the way you see them ???
My mummy's gone
To a place where I can't go
A place that's cloaked in thy mystery
Of corperate identity
Supermarkets and three pike suits
My mummy's gone
My mummy's gone
When I was a little girl my mummy told me
Had to make an effort to make myself pretty
Got to get a husband, got have a baby
Got to be a credit to the rest of the family
??? Mummy, daddy, what more would you expected ???
??? In your eyes I'm not to be respected ???
??? Take you on but I'm just one reflection ???
??? Of the values that you hold and the way you see them ???
My mummy's gone
To a place where I can't go
A place that's cloaked in thy mystery
Of corperate identity
Supermarkets and three pike suits
My mummy's gone
My mummy's gone
Now that I'm older, I know that you scared me
But I don't hold it against you, though it damage me sorley
I know you're a victim just just like me
You can feel the pressure just just like me
??? Mummy, daddy, what more would you expected ???
??? In your eyes I'm not to be respected ???
??? Take you on but I'm just one reflection ???
??? Of the values that you hold and the way you see them ???
My mummy's gone
To a place where I can't go
A place that's cloaked in thy mystery
Of corperate identity
Supermarkets and three pike suits
My mummy's gone
My mummy's gone
Rain is floading, the pavement cracks
Headlines screaming 'Pay more tax'
A girl is crying as she misses her train
Weather man is saying "Just a little more rain"
Little bit more - Little bit more
Everybody's looking for a little bit more
Glass is blowing, the wind don't care
It will blow on anything you leave down there
I just don't believe the price of things
Weather man is saying "Just a little more rain"
Little bit more - Little bit more
Everybody's looking for a little bit more
Time runs quick like an enging train
Someone's asking to increase some claim
If I had more hours I think I'd feel fine
Weather man's saying "Just a little more time"
Little bit more - Little bit more
Everybody's looking for a little bit more
Little bit more - Little bit more
Everybody's looking for a little bit more
Little bit more - Little bit more
Everybody's looking for a little bit more
Time runs quick like an enging train
Someone's asking to increase some claim
If I had more hours I think I'd feel fine
Weather man's saying "Just a little more time"
Little bit more - Little bit more
Everybody's looking for a little bit more
Little bit more - Little bit more
Everybody's looking for a little bit more
Little bit more - Little bit more
Everybody's looking for a little bit more
This land is your land and this land is my land
From the dirty water of the river thames
To the rusting cranes of the tee another tyne
The land that's choking with wires and plugs
Strangles with fences and stuck with knives
Was this land made for you and me?
This town is your town and this town is my town
From the derelict slums that are dirty and grey
To the house on the hill in the private estate
The places nice kids would never go
To the places no-one else has the right to go
Was this land made for you and me?
Made for you and me
This street is your street and this street is my street
From the broken phone box where the gangs all meet
To the glass on the path that cuts your feet
To the neighboors next door who refuse to speak
??? To the cope in the hunter doing its bleak ???
Was this land made for you and me?
It's your world too you can do what you want
It's your world too, it's your world too...
There's a new band every week
New ways to move your feet
New sounds to thrill your ears
Same old chords dresses up weird
New attitudes, brand new stance
Different steps but the same old dance
New ways but in the end
It's a new way to make you spend
The media cares cos the media knows
Fashions comes and fashions go
Last week trend is now passé
Cos there's something better to buy today
You can buy something and leave it at that
But you go and try to take it back
They'll offer you nothing though it cost the Earth
Soon show you what they think your worth
And there's a new band every week
New ways to move your feet
New ways but in the end
It's a new way to make you spend
Been searching for some thing but I don't know what, been searching for a long long time
Then someone comes along and says "this is it", but it will cost you, realise
You pay your money, try your luck, think your trust them one more time
But how long does it take to feel your being ripped off, there's always something new buy
There's a new band every week
New ways to move your feet
New ways but in the end
It's a new way to make you spend
New band, it's a new band
New band, new band
Some dirty squatters moved into my street
With their non sexist haircuts, dirty feet
Their dogs, cats, political elite
They may have beds but they don't use sheets
Furnishing their houses from the contents of skips
Things that decent people put on rubbish tips
They look quite harmless sitting out in the sun
But I wouldn't let my daughter marry one
Dirty squatters
Oh my god they're moving in next door
Dirty squatters
Is it for people like this that Winston won - the war
I've lives in this street for nearly fifteen years
Lived here with my hopes, lived here with my fears
Paid my taxes, paid my bills
Watched my money vanished in the council tills
Alone come these scruffs with their education
Their grand ideas, talk of corruption
My rent keeps rising, my job gets boring
If things gets worse then I'm gonna have to join them
Dirty squatters
Oh my god they're moving in next door
Dirty squatters
Is it for people like this that Winston won - the war
Bought myself a lock and late tonight
Under the cover of darkness if the moons not bright
Getting out of here, moving in next door
Don't think I can take much more
Dirty squatters
Oh my god they're moving in next door
Dirty squatters
Is it for people like this that Winston won
Well the news is on, I listen all day
It's stranger than fiction that they make up these days
The music is crap, that the radio plays
I know it for certain, it's true like all clichés
The kids are making loads of noise outside on the street tonight
They're stealing cars, crashing them, Cortinas, Jags and anything - that moves
The phone-ins are stupid and sometimes they're sad
All the people who call-in they are tottaly mad
The interviewer so certain, so smug and so right
Cut you off in a second, shut you down when he like
The kids are making loads of noise outside on the street tonight
They're stealing cars, crashing them, Cortinas, Jags and anything
All the D.J.'s play records, keep a permanent smile
Can't they be that happy, so much of the while
Do they think we're so stupid, so useless and dumb
That we need their inanities to have a little fun
The kids are making loads of noise outside on the street tonight
They're stealing cars, crashing them, Cortinas, Jags and anything - that moves, that moves
I was living rather quietly by my village in the trees
Don't bother anybody and they don't bother me
I'm always kind to passers-by, I never make a fuss
Considerate of my neighbours so they don't bother us
I don't mean to be unsociable but times my only wealth
So I continue to live quietly, keep myself unto myself
One day while feeling lonely I wandered in to town
To take a look and listen to what was going down
Nothing seemed to change much, all looked just the same
So I went about my business till the sky began to rain, began to rain
I took shelter in a doorway and started to peruse
Through a local paper to check up on the news
Hit me like a hammer, the headline jump and screeched
My home was now a target for a missile from the east
The Americans are coming, they're bringing us their bombs
To aim them at their enemies from our little island home
I don't want to die because of some mad presidents whim
I don't want to be a part of a war no one can win
You're welcome here Americans
We love you but not your bombs
Welcome here Americans
We love you but not your bombs...
Welcome here Americans
We love you but not your bombs
And not your lies
You're welcome here!
Oh! Mr. Disney where are you now?
Will good over come evil the way that you tell?
Oh! Mr. Disney where have you gone?
Mickey's being threatened by a neutron bomb
Oh! Mr. Disney what you gonna do?
Film no longer seems quite so red, white and blue
Oh! Mr. Disney how does it seem?
Your films are being shown in radiation green
Radiation green, radiation green
Radiation green, radiation green
Radiation green, radiation green
It's nineteen thirty-three
???
???
But she just wanna go
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
She walk the street by day
There's people all around
But she don't worry 'bout that
Cause she was gone downtown
She's going dancing, dancing
Making the noise
And dancing, dancing
Girls and the boys
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
???
Sweet mother Germany
Come to the cabaret
Don't worry about history, history, history
Dancing, dancing
Girls and the boys
Dancing, dancing
Making the noise
And dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
It's nineteen thirty-eight
Sweet mother Germany
It's seems so far away
And she will never be, never be, never be
Dancing, dancing
The girls and the boys
Dancing, dancing
Making the noise
And dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing, dancing,
Never again, never again,
Never again, never again,
Never never never again
Never never never again
Never never never again
Never never never again
Never never never again
Never
I ear the buzzin' on the radio
I ear yet another song about
True love I wounder what it's all about
I'd like to taste a little bit of that
Don't know if I've ever encountered it
It seems to hangs so many people up
Sweet dreams are something that I never get
True love and what's it really all about
True love - True love - True love - True love
Every newspaper that I pick up
Have some ways to help me in my search
???
Got to find a way to sell myself
One girl for everybody that's 21
One boy, that's the way it's always been
Watch out if that's not who it is for you
Some folks they find it hard to handle that
Boys meets girls and girls meets boys
Live through time, it says "enjoy"
But that's not who it looks to me
Looks just like a drag to me
Sometimes it seems just like adulterer
Read in in someone's glossy magazines
About the love that is a special thing
??? ???
Look twice, it's not such a funny thing
Not just a ??? ??? wedding rings
Can be a whole lot of ??? ??? things
Can be of pettiness and jalousy
True love - what's it really all about
True love - what's it really all about
True love - what's it really all about
True love - what's it really all about
True love - True love - True love - True love
Black were the people in the country of Biafra
On the continent of Africa, where the sun beat down like fire
The people and their babies had teeth and mouths and bellys
Like all people on the planet it was food that fueled their bellys
They worked and farmed and traded so that not a mouth went empty
For everyone was plenty when the wealth has shared out fairly
They were diligent and peaceful, quite content resourceful
Like all the people on the planet they had a fate most foul and dreadful
??? And black is the petrol were they flown around in engine ???
Transported very quickly to another destination
It's important, it's vital, it's the drug and we're the addicts
More and more and more must come to satisfy the habits
Now people of the kingdom that have lakes of oil beneath them
If you look on maps of Africa you will find Biafra on them
People of the kingdom that have lakes of oil beneath them
'F you look on maps of Africa you will find Biafra on them
People of the kingdom that have lakes of oil beneath them
Look on maps of Africa you will find Biafra on them
Who is gonna be one of the crowd
Who is gonna be there shouting out loud
Who is gonna be hanging around
Cheering at a plan, someone's walking all around
Not me - Not me - Not me - Not me
Not me - Not me - Not me - Not me
Who is gonna be one of the heard
Sitting and standing at somebody's word
??? Who is gonna be down in the squat ???
Just cause someone else says you better be there
Not me - Not me - Not me - Not me
Not me - Not me - Not me - Not me
Who is gonna be one of the crowd
Sitting and standing and shouting out loud
Who is gonna be lead round on a string
Thinking what someone else told them to think
Not me - Not me - Not me - Not me
Not me - Not me - Not me - Not me
??? Who is gonna be down in the squat ???
Just cause someone else says you better be there
Who is gonna be hanging around
Cheering at a plan, someone's walking all around
Not me - Not me - Not me - Not me
Not me - Not me - Not me - Not me...
Zounds.
Steve Lake -- vocals & bass.
Laurence Wood -- guitar.
Josef Portar -- drums.
Gina Birch -- additional vocal on 'Unfree Child'.
Mandy -- additional lyrics on 'Mummy's Gone'.
Words and music by Zounds
