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Does anything really change?

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The great divide has come
Ten percent shall prosper
To them the kingdom come

Jack has bought a business
Pete inherits home
Jill has got a trust fund
They’ve all been buying fun

Jack’s alright he’s a predator
He’ll give you three good reasons that’ll change your mind

You can’t afford the B.U.P.A. health scheme
So when you get sick you’re going to die

You can’t afford to buy your own property
So when the rent goes up then you’re on the street

You can’t afford the bills and pills you need
You’ve got to get them cause they’re going to get you

Killing Joke – Stay One Jump Ahead, Outside the Gate 
Jaz Coleman
1988
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In Memorium

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Killing Joke, Money is Not Our God

Songwriters: COLEMAN, JEREMY / WALKER, KEVIN / ATKINS, MARTIN CLIVE
Nine tenths of the law than sicIs possession
Life expressed in matter is a blasphemySuccess defined by acquisition stinks!
So busy trying to make a living i forgot about livingYes i do

So busy trying to make a living i forget about life

The best things i found in life were my birthright

Green fields mean more to me than a brand new car

Will you swap your hi-fi for a clear blue sky?
Will you cash in all your shares for Gods clean air?

Is your answer yes,or no,to these painful truths?
Is your answer yes,or no,to these painful truths?

Do you grovel to your master?
Do you beg like a dog?

First things first,repeat to yourself
AHHH MONEY!, Money is not our GOD!

Mine!
The best things in life are free

Mine!

I own the beach and the blazing sunset
Mine!
I own the waves and the fresh air

Mine!

I drink the milk of the stars in this beautiful moment

Say to yourself

ALL THESE THINGS ARE MINE!

Repeat after me!

Money’s not our God

Do you grovel to your master?

Do you beg like a dog?
First things first,repeat to yourself

AHHH MONEY!

Killing Joke, Eighties

Eighties – i’m living in the eighties
Eighties – i have to push, i have to struggle
Eighties – get out of my way, i’m not for sale no more
Eighties – let’s kamikaze ’til we get there

And we sang
You do it this way

Eighties – by day we run by night we dance, we do
Eighties – i’m in love with the coming race
Eighties – i’ve got the best, i’ll take all i can get
Eighties – i’m living for the eighties

Eighties – i’m living in the eighties – i push
Eighties – i’m living
Eighties – i’m living in the eighties – i struggle
Eighties – i’m living

Eighties – i’m living
Eighties – i’m living in the eighties
Eighties – i’m living in the eighties – i push
Eighties – push, push, struggle

Eighties – i’m living
Eighties – eighties – i’m living
Eighties – i’m living in the eighties – i push
Eighties – push, push, struggle

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(original lyrics)

Eighties – I’m living in the Eighties
Eighties – I have to push, I prostitute myself
Eighties – I saw the whole world getting anxious
Eighties – I saw the worlds begin to march

And we sang
In these Eighties

Eighties – I’m sitting on a table talking ideals
Eighties – I got the best, I’ll take all I can get
Eighties – Here comes the savage day
Eighties – I saw the worlds begin to march

And we sang
In these Eighties

Eighties – I’m living in the Eighties – I push
Eighties – I saw the worlds begin to march
Eighties – I’m living in the Eighties – I struggle
Eighties – I saw the worlds begin to march

Eighties – I’m living in the Eighties – I push
Eighties – I saw the worlds begin to march
Eighties – I’m living in the Eighties – I struggle
Eighties – I saw the worlds begin to march

The Specials, Ghost Town

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This town is coming like a ghost town
(Town)
All the clubs have been closed down
This place is coming like a ghost town
(Town)
Bands won’t play no more
Too much fighting on the dance floor

Do you remember the good old days before the ghost town?
We danced and sang as the music played in any boomtown

This town is coming like a ghost town
(Town)
Why must the youth fight against themselves?
Government leaving the youth on the shelf
This place is coming like a ghost town
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(Town)
No job to be found in this country
Can’t go on no more
The people getting angry

This town is coming like a ghost town
This town is coming like a ghost town
This town is coming like a ghost town
This town is coming like a ghost town

This town is coming like a ghost town
This town is coming like a ghost town
This town is coming like a ghost town
This town is coming like a ghost town

Spirit Of The Falklands

(Sullivan/Morrow) 1982
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The natives are restless tonight, sir
Cooped up on estates with no hope in sight
They need some kind of distraction
We can give them that
‘Cause they’d kill if they only had something to kill for
They’d die if they only had something to die for
They’d cheer if they only had something to cheer for
We can give them that
So it’s off to war we go (I couldn’t believe it)
Bring out all the flags (I never believed it)
Fight the good fight

It’s working like a dream, sir
Half the nation are hooked on the bait
Waiting for the next victorious instalment
We can give them that
‘Cause it’s no surprise that young men are heroes
It’s no surprise that young men are strong
It’s no surprise that young men are foolish
We’ve known that all along
Exciting pictures on News at Ten (I couldn’t believe it)
Read all the crap on all the front pages (I never believed it)
Fight the good fight

Ch: Dead men in the South Atlantic
It’s meant to warm our hearts
They think that they died for you and me
Oh God, what a farce, what a farce

And now it’s the repeats
Plugging the Falklands and the Falklands’ spirit
Show the pictures again and again
Till the next war comes around
‘Cause we’ll kill if we only have something to kill for
We’ll die if we only have something to die for
We’ll cheer if we only have something to cheer for
That is worthy of the name
Oh yes the next war (I never believed it)
See the propaganda in TV fiction (I never believed it)
Enemies with horns and tails

Ch: There are dead men in the South Atlantic
It’s meant to warm our hearts
They think that they died for you and me
Oh God, what a farce, what a farce
There’s crippled men back home in England
Doesn’t it warm your hearts
They think they fought for peace and freedom
Poor boys, what a farce, what a farc

The Levellers, Sell Out

The year is 1991, it seems that freedom’s dead and gone
The power of the rich is held by few
Keep the young ones paralized, educated by your lies
Keep the old ones happy with the news
Tell the singer not to sing this song
Tell the poet that she’s wrong
And in the courts you’ll win the case with lines
Cos you sold them down the river

Do I belong to some ancient race
I like to walk in ancient places
These are the things that I can understand
I don’t believe in your modern way
Don’t care about the things you say
Your policies have failed the test of time
Cos you sold them down the river

Now in a land not far away, there’s men in prison because they say
The colour of your skin is not a question
Did you rally to their side?
No, you sat back and let them die
I don’t know how you get to sleep at night

Do I belong to some ancient race
I like to walk in ancient places
These are the things that I can understand
I don’t believe in your modern way
Don’t care about the things you say
Your policies have failed the test of time
Cos you sold them down the river

Your money market goes round and round
The pound goes up, the dollar goes down
Another South American forest cut down
You need the power for your new towns
Cos you get scared when the night comes down
Won’t you tell me where it is that we are bound?

Do I belong to some ancient race
I like to walk in ancient places
These are the things that I can understand
I don’t believe in your modern way
Don’t care about the things you say
Your policies have failed the test of time
Cos you sold them down the river

See also

Margaret Thatcher Dead: How Musicians Sang Their Opposition


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