These Colours Don't Run
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The factories still churning out, of that there's not a single doubt
There's more snide s___ from their fleapits; they couldn't give a f___ing s___

It's true, overdue, and plain to see the plights of those in misery
A dead necked vision, product of subsidence, f___ed up, and held in screaming silence
Another police force investigation, blatant lies, false f___ed suggestions
Is it all down to communications? Or does the grass need cutting? Has it changed direction?

The chants that only serve to divide, the police link with the revenue, the royalties slide
Now as poor old Joy Gardener bites the dust, why should I give a f___ing f___?
But the lefties scream outside the courts, looking to lay the blame, it's no ones fault
They show sincerity, oh how much they care, yeah in their sick, twisted cause, in their affairs

A black boy has just missed his bus, a racist attack, or bloodthirsty l___?
Again, the left jump on the back of this weeks attack, and force feed, socialist s___ militant c___
They blatantly try and whip up violence, why don't they keep their a___holes shut? And keep it silent
Another black person has died, that is true, but are you surprised? I ain't because I already knew

By promoting political deaths, they could not give a f___ing toss

s__ism reigns in mans green world, the ALF proves yet again that they won't be told
That what they do (or don't) is totally wrong, so f___ off you insane c___s, still remains... our song!

Detention centres for the relentless, approved schools for the fools
Abolish the jury, punish the fury, but it's our power that you fuel
So it is basically blatantly obvious, and in fact f___ing common sense
That when people are forced to live in s___, under your conditions crime will undoubtedly spread

You may be watching every move we make you even convince yourself that you are clever
But I'm looking right back into your eyes, so don't you ever, never ever
Think that I might trip or slip right down your stairs
Into your cells, where unaware
You can beat and f___ me senseless
While the world spins around relentless

You may have people on your side that I consider the lowest form of life
But don't you think what you call respect even enters into my minds aspect
For I'm sick of respect, how about our causes instead?
That made the maddened go to extreme lengths
Who simply couldn't take it?
Who knew they wouldn't make it?
Being ground down fine, by those who haven't got the time

For they shall punish those who sin
Toss the peasants lives into the bin
Of those that won't beg to their Jesus, God, Christ I've had enough of that
Christ I've had enough of this

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