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"How Does It Feel?"
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain, Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence. Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence Even when it's there - like the wind seen from the window, Seeing it, but not being touched by it.
(We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our birth were we aware of it. We never asked for war, nor in the struggle to realisation did we feel there was a need for it. We never asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood were we conscious of its darkness.)
HOW DOES IT FEEL? How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.
Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life, Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice. Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood, Your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had. You smile in the face of the death cause you are so proud and vain, Your inhumanity stops you from realising the pain That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered - It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
You never wanted peace or solution, From the start you lusted after war and destruction. Your blood-soaked reason ruled out other choices, Your mockery gagged more moderate voices. So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought. Iron Lady with your stone heart so eager that the lesson be taught That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered - It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.
Throughout our history you and your kind Have stolen the young bodies of the living To be twisted and torn in filthy war. What right have you to defile those birth? What right have you to devour that flesh? What right to spit on hope with the gory madness That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered - It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.
You accuse us of disrespect for the dead, But it was you who slaughtered out of national pride. Just how much did you care? What respect did you have As you sent those bodies to their communal grave? You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all, That once living flesh defiled in the hell That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered - It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
You use those deaths to achieve your ends still, Using the corpses as a moral blackmail. You say "Think of what those young men gave" As you try to bind us in your living death, Yet we do think of them, ice cold and silence In the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered - It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war! 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war! 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war! 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 You can stop your fucking war!
- Asylum
- Do They Owe Us A Living? (Well?...Do They?)
- End Result
- They've Got
Bomb
- Punk Is Dead
- Reject Of
Society
- General
Bacardi
- Banned From
The Roxy
- G's Song
- Fight War,
Not Wars
- Women
- Securicor
- Sucks
- You Pay
- Angels
- What A Shame
- So What
- Banned From The Roxy
- Do They Owe Us A Living- (Well- Do They-)
- Fight War, Not Wars
- General Bacardi
- Reject Of Society
- Mother Earth
- White Punks
On Hope
- You've Got
Big Hands
- Darling
- System
- Big Man, Big
M.A.N.
- Hurry Up Garry (The Parsons Farted)
- Fun Going On
- Crutch Of
Society
- Heard Too
Much About
- Chairman
Of The Bored
- Tired
- Walls (Fun
In The Oven)
- Upright
Citizen
- The Gasman
Cometh
- Demoncrats
- Contaminational Power
- Time Out
- I
Ain't Thick, It's Just A Trick
- Big Man, Big M A N
- Chairman Of The Bored
- Crutch Of Society
- Heard Too Much About
- The Gasman Cometh
- Upright Citizen
- Walls (Fun In The Oven)
- White Punks On Hope
- Bata Motel
- Systematic
Death
- Poison In
A Pretty Pill
- What The Fuck?
- Where Next
Columbus?
- Berkertex
Bribe
- Smother Love
- Health Surface
- Dry Weather
- Our Wedding
- Yes Sir, I Will
- Berkertex Bribe
- Poison In A Pretty Pill
- Systematic Death
- What The Fuck-
- Where Next Columbus-
- Have A Nice Day
- Mother Love
- Nineteen
Eighty Bore
- I Know There
Is Love
- Beg Your Pardon
- Birth
Control 'n' Rock 'n' Roll
- Reality
Whitewash
- It's The Greatest Working Class Rip-Off
- Deadhead
- You Can Be Who?
- Buy Now Pay
As You Go
- Rival Tribal Revel Rebel (Pt. 2)
- Bumhooler
- Sentimental (White Feathers)
- Major
General Despair
- Buy Now Pay As You Go
- I Know There Is Love
- Major General Despair
- Nineteen Eighty Bore
- Reality Whitewash
- Rival Tribal Revel Rebel (Pt 2)
- You Can Be Who-
- Do They
Owe Us A Living?
- Major
General Despair
- Angela Rippon
- Reality Asylum
- Shaved Women
- Bloody
Revolutions
- Nagasaki
Nightmare
- Big A, Little A
- Rival
Tribal Rebel Revel
- Sheepfarming in the Falklands
- How Does It
Feel?
- Immortal Death
- Don't Tell
Me You Care
- Gotcha
- You're
Already Dead
- Nagasaki Is Yesterday's Dog-End
- Don't Get
Caught
- Smash The Mac
- Bloody Revolutions
- Do They Owe Us A Living-
- How Does It Feel-
- Major General Despair
- Nagasaki Nightmare
- Rival Tribal Rebel Revel
- Yes Sir, I Will
- Angels
- Asylum
- Banned from the Roxy
- Bata Motel
- Beg Your Pardon
- Berkertex Bribe
- Big a Little A
- Birth Control
- Bloody Revolutions
- Bumhooler
- Buy Now, Pay As You Go
- Chairman of the Bored
- Contaminational Power
- Crutch of Society
- Darling
- Deadhead
- Demoncrats
- Do They Owe Us A Living?
- Dry Weather
- End Result
- Fun Going On
- General Bacardi
- Gs Song
- Have A Nice Day
- Health Surface
- Heard Too Much About
- Hurry up Garry
- I Know There Is Love
- Major General Despair
- Mother Earth
- Mother Love
- Nineteen Eighty Bore
- Poison In A Pretty Pill
- Punk is Dead
- Reality Asylum
- Reality Whitewash
- Reject
- Reject Of Society
- Rival Tribal Rebel Revels
- Securicor
- Sentiment
- Smash The Mac
- Smother Love
- So What
- Sucks
- System
- Systematic Death
- The Gasman Cometh
- The Greatest Working Class Rip Off
- Theyve Got a Bomb
- Time Out
- Tired
- Upright Citizen
- What a Shame
- What the Fuck
- Where Next Columbus
- White Punks on Hope
- Women
- You Can Be Who?
- You Pay
- Youve Got Big Hands
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