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Conflict |
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Employing All Means Necessary |
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The Ungovernable Force |
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Fuck off you, fuck your violent threats, your attempts to control the nation. |
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Fuck off you fucked up racist cunt, understand the situation |
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Back off you slimy worthless prick, you ain't got a clue what you're facing! |
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Eat bricks you hed up bastard shits, scabs; you'll get what you are creating |
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Who the fuck do you think you're pushing, 'stay in place or get it' |
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I'd think again to save your skin,'cos if you come to close |
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You'll fucking regret it, you whine on all the hell you like |
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Repeat your warnings of plastic bullets, the gas, the batons, the water cannon |
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The more you oppress the more we'll resist |
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Riots, there ain't been a riot, but one's knockin' at your door |
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You've seen nothing yet but houselheld pets, but you'll feel the lions claw |
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Proclaiming laws last victory, of containing rebel shower |
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When the time Is right you'll get the fight that will totally test your power |
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Inciting, provoking trouble, that you know can easilt be beaten |
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To maintain the Image that we need you, so thus re-confirm your position |
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You might trick some you scheming scum, but you'll never get our obedience |
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You can batter, beat us, even imprison, yet still you'll never ever defeat us |
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Belfast...Brixton...Toxteth...Totteham...St. Pauls...Hansworth... |
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Reclaim the streets, reclaim the towns, reclaim the nation |
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What revolution, this revolution, we all wanted a peaceful solution |
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But this institution, that institution, smashed all hope of getting through |
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to them. Confrontations, escalating violations of the law |
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Repercussions of the mass destruction which in the end is sure to mean |
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Them pumping out the bullets, their protection from the poor |
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We will win 'cos we have to, we ain't got nothing to lose no more |
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And what they lose they undoubtedly will forfeit forever |
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"They've got the guns, but we've got the numbers" |
