Cruise missiles have arrived, despite our protest and anger The fucked up fucking shits took no notice of our banners They ignored the nation's pleas
No, there's no fucking way That anything's going to change It depends on you and you know We can protest until death, they won't listen Don't sit back
The second album full of same old songs Fighting back against a system which is cruel and wrong Yet another battering ram against a wall of power A blasphemous
No more law and order. Those words they say it all Its just one human being denying another of self rule The police ain't authority, for all they do
Punk still means much more than fashion A movement made that no one can change It's a form of rebellion; it comes from the street And it's made by idiots
Do you know that at least 70% of the human population of this planet starve and many more do not get enough to eat? You must now be familiar with reports
The backlash has started, but we ain't fucking laughing Take a look at how much has changed, there ain't much to smile about We've done four years of
The system maintains law and order throughout the land On which our futures already planned To serve the leaders quest for power To remember our position
Mother Nature smiles and cracks a new days dawn Most people on the earth are sleeping comfortably and warm Out in the fields and pastures, it's another
There's a place that's neatly tucked away, beyond the other side A place of which you'd never dream there'd be a need to hide For the building is surrounded
Left wing, right wing, you've heard it all before But can you spot the difference when they're knocking on your door? And while you're poncing yourselves
Four minutes left in the game to play Since that day in forty-five we've never had a say Was it solution to combat the right? Or just to stay ahead in
Political factions stepping into line They think they're helping people when they give a nazi sign But if they knew the truth of what was going on There
They say from acorns great oak trees do grow And from evil man the genocide does flow From the expenditure the shock waves spread And the innocents in
Another fine timing for a step into line For four budding young stars who've just found the time An old tune and shit words, as long as they rhyme Well
Goodbye. Kiss me. This is a show of just a 8mm tape and my memory. I'm in love with a naked blonde. Goodbye. I kiss you. This is The Slashers' Show.
stare right through The severe sickness in this room Not mine It comes from you Soul cold Indeed There won't be a time when I'm at ease Increase coldness Increase
to 'Pac! Rest in peace to Biggie! The industry been shiney now, let's increase the gritty! [Outro:] Yeah! {"COLD CORNER"! } I know 'bout you man...