Eight years of hard labour now seems suddenly to
fade Away we stand defeated, at home the police
invade Prosecutions hit an all time high, A.L.F.
friends locked inside Our own they turn against
us. Well you've got what you want, now shut you
mouth

Fuck you, fucking fuck off, can't you see what
you're destroying? They sit back fucking creasing
up as we squabble assisting all of them You are
what you think and that's nothing, can't you see
what we say is you? Scurrying around like angry
ants, banging our heads on the same wall

Stop; don't think that we are very close to
getting there - where? They give us tiny victories
to keep us all content To trick us into false
achievement, the realisation difference Look,
everything we gain is what they let us have Abort
the system all you like, but the board game's
titled 'power' And who's got the board game in
hand

The story continues, big business thrives The
world is endangered every day of our lives They
build their arsenals of armies, tanks and guns Do
you still consider life as simply being all fun?
Next time you see protest, ask yourself why?
People shout and scream, they want peace more than
a dream We simply want to live in the way we
choose One day there will be no rulers of the
roost

So you stand back with your ideals, your rightful
personal opinions Taking what you want from me but
don't say I haven't given I won't be stuck on the
Christmas tree; I won't dictate what you should be
Now I just dream of being free And tears fill my
eyes when I think of what it could have been Keep
at the battle although support may die Watch every
move they make, but always ask why

I'm now glad I stand your outcast; I know we saw
it through the past And any move we made wasn't
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made us their new cult We stepped across the lines
the music biz neatly drew We heard the screams of
"sell out shit" But didn't have a clue
Some sell their arse to the BBC; I'm so proud they
don't want me While they have their fantasies,
their technicolour dreams Remember that reality
always breaks through, proving life's just what it
seems There's still the Government's police force,
complete with boots and gloves That puts a whole
new meaning on the precious word love The boot
still goes in in Ireland, treading on the hands
Still misery and poverty, throughout the pleasant
land Still the threat hangs above our heads known
by many names That's now nice and neatly packaged
into harmless TV games

So we'll continue fighting

Yes that's right, we destroyed our own following
Smashed the legs from the pedestal, amongst
howling and hollowing Rose a movement standing so
strong against all wrongs It's a world where
little changes but the importance of songs Has
never been so great did it come too late? Some set
out to destroy us perhaps they like the state
Twelve years of Tory conditioning, police and
state privilege Finally proved too much for those
now broken and fucked But out of it came one
important achievement, self-respect, dignity, the
acknowledgement of trying There is no
independence, and that's how it's going to stay
Not many understand madness, no one understood
Conflict Conflict is to clash, a battle

The house that man built stills stands strong The
Centro Iberico's now defunct A nation of animal
lovers coincide With the stupid bastards who help
EMI Turning rebellion into money Its time to see
who's who But the serenade is dead We increased
the pressure from protest to resistance to the
ungovernable force The Final Conflict. Our war of
words.