Lyrics
So much for the change, the re-arranging and politicians declared dead
So much for the troops forced out of Ireland, The PolIce abloished?
I read that things had gone too far and awareness had caused concern a~ the
top, but their backbone must not crack, so their city wil not stop.
We need a whole new ploy, direct our motives and anger, force what we see as
right but the system holds our banners. We need that whole new ploy, direct
our motives and anger, force what we know as right, make our feelings turn to
action Meanwhile, senile morons are shitting bricks cos they know the people
have learnt Just who's who and who funds what, It's time those bastards
tables burned. But It's all been said In another line. If I've sung It once
It's a thousand times, If we don't do it now we' re never gonna break free
from the oppression that makes us hate. Free from their law, their hypocrisy,
from the war that turns ourt sunny day grey, Or free all the animals locked
In a cage slowly going mad with fists of rage. it's time to overcome 1984,
forget that firytale, slam shut the door. It's time for reality, not false
hopes, It's time to show them whose the Joke. It's time to take. It's not too
late, so much for our change, our re-arranging. Politicians that ain't dead.
So much for their scum forced out of Ireland, THEY increased the pressure
Instead. If things had gone too far, then action will prove FATAL to their
props, yeah, that backbone might not break, but their city TEARS APART!!!
So much for the troops forced out of Ireland, The PolIce abloished?
I read that things had gone too far and awareness had caused concern a~ the
top, but their backbone must not crack, so their city wil not stop.
We need a whole new ploy, direct our motives and anger, force what we see as
right but the system holds our banners. We need that whole new ploy, direct
our motives and anger, force what we know as right, make our feelings turn to
action Meanwhile, senile morons are shitting bricks cos they know the people
have learnt Just who's who and who funds what, It's time those bastards
tables burned. But It's all been said In another line. If I've sung It once
It's a thousand times, If we don't do it now we' re never gonna break free
from the oppression that makes us hate. Free from their law, their hypocrisy,
from the war that turns ourt sunny day grey, Or free all the animals locked
In a cage slowly going mad with fists of rage. it's time to overcome 1984,
forget that firytale, slam shut the door. It's time for reality, not false
hopes, It's time to show them whose the Joke. It's time to take. It's not too
late, so much for our change, our re-arranging. Politicians that ain't dead.
So much for their scum forced out of Ireland, THEY increased the pressure
Instead. If things had gone too far, then action will prove FATAL to their
props, yeah, that backbone might not break, but their city TEARS APART!!!