Neither Is This
So Thatcher's slime escape again
More of the shit they make us take
Still no end to their sick reign
See Raygun's army rule again
Four more years to kill the sane
More of his napalm, neutron, hate
And meanwhile Russia sits and waits
Prepares her perfect time to take
The seconds gone, annihilate
There's a bomb gone off in Harrods yet another in Belfast
Well, I say bullocks to the army, in fact, kiss my arse
That army aims for one thing, it inflicts misery and pain
Well, for what you do to others, you must expect the same
In Eastern countries people cry
In Northern Ireland people die
America and England bank their lies
Throughout the whole world people cry
Throughout the whole world people die
Worldwide leaders fuck our lives
Murder, you scream murder, well
That's the way I look at things
But is it right to gun down children
Because they have got their own feelings?
These monsters that you title
You madden until insane
Well, in my book you're the bastard
Because to you it's just a game
Plunging deeper and deeper in a sea of degradation
Still looking for our answers to stop annihilation
Thatcher's barmy army who just shit upon the poor
Kinnock's fucking puppets for the people, fuck off
The police, the marines, all choose to side with them
The SAS, their hit man to break rebellion
They all don't give two fucks for us, so I've no time for them
They can build their Berlin walls but we will smash them down again
They tear our fucking earth in half
Expect us to slave for their behalf
They're fucking living in the past
It was your bomb in Harrods and they're your bombs in Belfast
Because that's what you have created, it is no fault of ours, you arse
These bastards that you're naming, why not try the mirror mate?
Because that bastards your reflection, your oppression creates the hate