Conflict Neither is This Lyrics:
So Thatcher's slime escape again, more of the shit
they make us take, still no end to their sick
reign. See Rayguns Army rule again four more years
to kill the sane, more of his napalm - neutron -
hate and meanwhile Russia sits and waits, prepares
her perfect time to take. The seconds gone -
ANNIHILATE!! There's a bomb gone off in Harrods,
yet another in Belfast, Well I say bollocs to her
army, In fact - KISS MY ARSE. That arms aims for
one thing, Inflicts misery and pian, well, for
what you do to others you must expect the same. In
eastern countries people cry, In Northern Ireland,
people die. America and England bank their lives.
Throughout the whole world people cry, throughout
the whole world people die. Worldwide leaders fuck
our lives. MURDER! you scream, well that's the way
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I look at things, but Is It right, to gun down
children cos they've gottheir own feelings? These
monsters that you title madden 'till insane. Well
In my book your the bastard cos to you It's just a
game. Plunging deeper and deeper in to a sea of
degredation, still looking for our answers to stop
ANNIHILATION THATCHER's BARMY ARM~ who Just sit
upon the poor, KINNOCKS FUCKING PUPPETS for the
people - FUCK OFF! The Police the MArines, all
chose to side with them. The S.A.S. - their hitmen
to break REBELLION, they all don't give two fucks
for us so I've no time for them. They can build
their Berlin Walls but we will smash them down
again, They tear our fucking earth In half, expect
us to slave for their behalf, they're fucking
living In the past, It was your bomb in Harrods
and they're your bombs in Belfast, because that's
what you've created, It ain't no fault of ours,
you arse. These 'Bastards' that you're naming, who
not try the mirror mate? cos that bastard's your
reflection, your oppression creates the HATE.
Lyrics: Neither is This, Conflict [end]