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Let's fuckin' riot - let's fuckin' riot - cos Totton is a fuckin' pit
Let's fuckin' riot - let's fuckin' riot - cos Totton is really shit
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Lying face down in a pool of blood
A bullet went thru his head
Now he's lying in a pool of blood
And his fuckin' old dear dunno he's dead
So this is war - so this war
Do you want fuckin' more
Don't fight - don't fight - or else you'll lose ya fuckin' life
He went out to look for glory
But soon found out it was a different story
He never came home with no medal on his chest
Although he tried his fuckin' best
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Religion is shit!
I hate all religion - it's just a load of crap
If you can't see thru it - you're a fuckin' sap
The vicar says that god's voice must be heard
Well I think the vicar is a fuckin' turd
Cos there is no god - there was no jesus - never, never, never
Do you think believing lies - is really fuckin' clever
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Dead bodies all around
Buildings blown to the ground
People running mindless with fear
They can sense that death is near
No food left - get ready to kill
Cos if you don't - someone will
Death is coming - death is coming
Death is fuckin' coming...
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Manic depression inside my head
I wanna live - I wanna be dead
Much more glue - I'll be a stiff
Oh what the fuck - just one more sniff
Got no job and that's a sin
Seems the only way out is to do yaself in
Manic depression...
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Fuckin' bomb!
They build a bomb most every day
Got enough to blow the world away
So you just gotta hope & pray
That one of them things don't come your way
So you gotta...
Ban the bomb - before it's too late
Ban the bomb - don't hesitate
Ban the fuckin' thing
Government give you a crooked story
All they want is power and glory
And they just can't wait to see
What radiation does to you and me
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Standing in that shop - on the fuckin' chore
Getting ready to leg-it - out the fuckin' door
Choring is good - ya think it's fuckin' fun
Soon you'll get caught - and you'll get fuckin' done
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The queen's a fuckin' cow - lady Di's a whore
Prince Charles is a cunt - royalty's a bore
They get lots of money - for doing fuck all
It's about fuckin' time - that they fuckin' fall
Royalty is shit - royalty is shit – fuckin' destroy it
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You dirty bastard!
Dogshit, dogshit everywhere
Do the owners really care?
Go for a walk in the park
Watch out for that shit in the dark
Dogshit, dogshit everywhere
Dogshit, dogshit everywhere
Watch out for that smelly turd lurking in the grass
Just remember it came from a canine arse
In it's mouth goes Pedigree Chum
Then the shit comes out it's fuckin' bum
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What's it matter - what the fuck you wear
What's it matter - what you put in ya hair
Fuck fashion - fuck fashion - eat fuckin' shit
Fuck fashion - fuck fashion - fuckin' stuff it
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People say that punk is dead
But I still got a brain inside my head
We ain't lying in no grave
Cos we've got the world to save
Authority think that it's a farce
But they can ram it up their arse
Cos Punk won't fuckin' die
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Anarchy not monarchy – we don't need a fuckin' queen
Anarchy not monarchy – they're fuckin' obscene
It's a waste of fuckin' money
And it ain't that fuckin' funny
So if they don't abdicate
They'll get our full hate
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Kick in that phone box
Write on that wall
Smash that fuckin' window
What's it all for
It's to make the place look tidy
Use ya fuckin' brain
Stick ya fuckin' neatness
Down the fuckin' drain
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Government don't care a fuckin' bit
Government treat us like fuckin' shit
Keep us stuck on the dole
They don't give a toss about our role
We should try to get be something done
To get the bastards on the run
Government, government – what a load of crap
Politics, politics – fuck that
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Missile base - missile Base – look at the glow and it'll burn ya face
Missile base - missile Base – can destroy the world and leave no trace
Missile base - missile Base – pointed to destroy the human race
Missile base - missile Base – we don't need you, you're a fuckin' disgrace
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That young copper walking down the street
Is on his 1st fuckin' beat
Only 19 - he knows what to do
He's got it in - to fuckin' do you
Young copper - young copper
Stop doing that
If you join the police force
You're a fuckin' twat
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Don't no one care about gonna die
Don't no one question the reason why
Fuckin' object their stupid war
Or you'll be dead for fuckin' sure
Question why or fuckin' die - question why or fuckin' die
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Got no respect for anyone
Got no respect for you
Got no respect for anyone
Just leave me here with my bag of glue
As I sit here sniffing
I'll revel in my self esteem
I don't give a shit what you fuckin' say
Cos anarchy ain't a fuckin' dream
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Music's fuckin' shit!
Tune the guitar - bollocks to that
Cos all fuckin' music's - fuckin' crap
Destroy music - destroy music – can't take it no more
Destroy music - destroy music – it's a total bore
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No religious beliefs are true
Do they fool you?
They ain't getting none of our cash
Religion is shit - so smash - smash - smash
Smash religion - smash religion - smash religion
Smash - smash - smash
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Suburban Filth. Live & Uncut. 20 tracks recorded in Rut's front room in Totton, England sometime in August 1982. There was a line down the street to try and see this legendary performance. It's still talked about today.
