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Care For Your People
05:06
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There you are lying on the floor
Another kid trying to make his name
A normal day in Peckham
Up 'til then it's all been a game
But you won't get up, you won't laugh or run
Who would have thought your time has come like this
So many lives gone
We've got to love our people so they love themselves
So they love other people
Let the fear flow over not put you on a corner
So they don't spill blood like treacle
Love sweet love
Maybe you were always running
People say you had it coming
Now you're the lesson through which your brothers make something
You talked your dreams by the church wall
Some them charge some them fall
And all the video games and shoot 'em ups
And all the scared crews all tooled up
And the zombie highs in the high rise
Politicians [full of lies]
The newspaper of the profiteer
Distracting with hate and fear
And a media that needs no proof
In a country that rejects its youth
You have to care for your people or they'll get back at ya
You have to care for your people or they'll get back at ya
You have to care for your people or they'll get back at ya
But this boy's another body to step over
So many lives gone
We've got to love our people so they love themselves
So they love other people
Let the fear flow over not put you on a corner
So they don't spill blood like treacle
Love sweet love
But you were loved
In the tent with the forensics
You were loved
Stopped short suspended
You were loved
From a baby to your exit
You are loved
Like a life that never ended
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2. |
The Lambton Worm
06:30
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One Sunda morn young Lambton went
Fishing in the Wear
An' catched a fish upon his heuk
He thought looked mighty queer
What a kind'a fish it was
Young Lambton couldn't tell
He wasn't fetched te carry it hyem
So he hoyed it doon the well
Chorus
Whisht! lads, haad ya gobs
I'll tell yes all an awful story
Whisht! lads, haad ya gobs
I'll tell ye 'boot the worm
Now Lambton felt inclined to gan
Fight in foreign wars.
He joined a troop of Knights that cared
For neither wounds nor scars
An' off he went to Palestine
Where queer things him befell
An varry soon forgot aboot
The queer worm doon the well.
Now the worm it grewed, grewed an' grewed
Grewed to an awful size
with geet big teeth, an geet big gob
An geet big goggly eyes
An' when at night it crawled aboot
To pick up bits o' news
If it felt dry upon the way
It milked a dozen coos
Chorus
This fearful worm would often feed
On calves an' lambs an' sheep
An' swally little bairns alive
When they laid down to sleep
When it'd eaten all he could
An' it had had its fill
It went away an' lapped its tail
Ten times round Penshaw Hill
Chorus
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3. |
Guns
05:26
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I set my watch the trumpet sounded
Through the fence I saw the planes grounded
Sirens eddied like children's cries
The news decided how many died
The shoes and clothes were burnt and torn
Thousands watched, new enemies sworn
The C.I.A had a new face of evil
More labels for more people
New enemies for old, new enemies for old
We must keep the fight for the Rothschild gold
We must bear arms for fear of death
We must fight and work 'til our dying breath
Got to keep the guns smoking
Make peace with the daggers cloaking
Let the drones do the talking
So you and me we can be free
Don't think this war isn't on our shore
They're trying to make us hate eachother more
Stuck in a Punch and Judy show
But he's behind you don't you know
I am the state I opiate
I infiltrate and I foster hate
I am your friend I steal your gold
I opiate so you do as you're told
New enemies for old, new enemies for old
We must keep the fight for the Rothschild gold
We must bear arms for fear of death
We must fight and work 'til our dying breath
Got to keep the guns smoking
Make peace with the daggers cloaking
Let the drones do the talking
So you and me we can be free
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4. |
WorKids Orchids
04:24
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This handsome bloke called Dave
He knew just how to misbehave
Days go by reeling the next rave
Through a heave of gluttony
And Vaudeville society
Brothel creepers kept him going
So he won't be home for tea
On her knees by the trapeze
With her leg of mutton sleeves
he found a kindred spirit space cadet
And she rode upon his shoulders
In her golden spotted bloomers
And held on to his lamb chops in the night
Please don't ask us why
A magic world unfolds before our eyes
Magic monster creepers
Dance around the monster keepers
Who vanishes right before our eyes
Ask us how we do
This mystery it stays with me and you
Soon came in the dark
Drinking ciders in the park
A tincture of Beelzebub for you
When their house became a prison
And their minds were in a schism
a poster took their sould to the sublime
If you're feeling kind of chronic
Dr Kilmore's got the tonic
Take your swamp root down to Kilmore's
For the greatest show in town
You can see the dreaded crooners
In their golden spotted bloomers
Juggle swords and chainsaws for a price
And the saucy, sultry siren
With a chainsaw set on fire
Just take a seat and cut yourself a slice
Please don't ask us why
A magic world unfolds before our eyes
Magic monster creepers
Dance around the monster keepers
Who vanishes right before our eyes
Ask us how we do
This mystery it stays with me and you
Kilmore knows you're on it
Drink some swamp root liver tonic
A tincture of Beelzebub for you...
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6. |
Surf Balk
05:28
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Never watch what you're doing
Never watch what you say
Never kill off your jester
Never kill off your way
Don't curse the darkness
Looking for fault
Embrace the madness
Don't be a victim revolt
Don't look for false oppressors
And let them get in your way
No one's out to get ya
Unless you've got money to pay
Love and dancing
With your hands in the air
If you're feeling something
You don't have to care
All your scars are in the stars
All your power in all your hours
Hitting atmospheres yeah into the holoscenre
It is sunshine when you are what you seem
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