*** Alien Spawn ***
You’re gonna get kidnapped tonight
You’re not gonna make it home
‘til the early light
You go to bed so late at night
But in the depths of your mind
It’s sleep you cannot find
It eludes you everytime
The shock, the horror
Get under the duvet cover
But you’re under arrest
The old hag’s on your chest
Thro’ the gap in the curtains
Shines a bright white light
You try to scream out loud
But it’s just a voice in your mind
Clamped, you feel
Pulled up on the air by your head
It’s the widest pair of eyes
At the bottom of your bed
Waking up in the morning
You felt fickle and funny
Like some weird implement
Had been inside your tummy
Went into the bathroom
For further exploration
You had been branded
Given an alien interrogation
Tried to recall your thought
To panic would be foolish
Why did they do it ?
Was it to get some knowledge ?
Your mind on rewind, but ya
Don’t wanna remember the time
Strapped to a chair
Intrusion in ya rear
‘What ?’ I choke
In surprise
‘Man, I tell you that definitely
aint the Starship Enterprise’
‘Be wise, the signs ‘
‘Don’t get caught alone’
‘If you do here’s some money’
‘You can phone home’
If you don’t really believe
Just look at Adam & Eve
The very first experiment
By the alien breed
Now there here to get ya
Inseminate ya
With there tools of the trade
Your body they will rape
The presence of there stares
Surround me all around
They’d love to have me in their circus
With their freaks and clowns
Mess me up with implements
Keep track of my movements
Genetic Experiment
You get kidnapped tonight
*** American Funded Genocide ***
it makes me wonder in this game of politics
is this a joint venture in human blood sports
capitolist hill says "we want your support"
and britain needs the bomb so it says "of course"
so now it can pretend to be a nuclear power
open up your mind to the system's propaganda
decadent imperialist never satisfies it's greed
see the bulldog sitting at it's master's feet
american funded genocide/while we sit and sympathise
it don't really matter if the reason's wrong or right
they're showing their humanity with military might
paralyse a city-remove it from the map
and guess who gets the contracts when they build it back up
our blind allegiance to a flag that's soaked in blood
your loyal humble servant - airstrip one
decadent imperialist never satisfies it's greed
see the bulldog lying at it's master's feet
*** Amuse The Young & Amaze The Old ***
free your mind and liberate you soul
amuse the young and amaze the old
liberate your mind and free you soul
man is a king and woman is queen
never give up on your dreams
soul is a precious commodity
never let bend
never let it go
never never
never giving in
*** Be Warned ***
who we trust?
we are trussed
by promises like dust and the threat of chaos
so we're grateful
that's why we exercise our vote
and yes we're grateful
in control of the remote
we got that...
we got that loud and clear
it's the way that we're reared
and we're only as good as the labels we wear
and it's a comfort for real decision's what we lack
it's a comfort not to bother with all that
be warned of the things that they say
be warned of the promises they make
no confrontation
no opposition
they're all and one the same
*** Bossmans Bleeding ***
You keep ‘em at a distance
Except for the war games that you play
Paranoia deepens
Each and every day
You shrink in your domain
While you still try to maintain
The locks on your so-called
‘Self- preservation’
Money-go-round is turning
Cos you have is why we aint
You saw what you wanted
And you took it without hesitation
Sanctified by law
And blessed by religion
They’re asking for something back
But it aint a pay- back
For all the wealth and resources
That you hijacked
Inside the history books
It’s full of thieves and crooks
Welcomed with open arms
They stole and they took
Back to the Fatherland
Now they’re queuing at the door
Just like Oliver Twist
They’re asking for more
We don’t want no more
Coming to where the cakes baked
You keep ‘em at a distance
Except for the war games that you play
Paranoia deepens
Each and every day
You offer foreign aid
To which a worse situation’s made
With your terms and conditions
For military trade
*** Clocked ***
Daniel M. Woodgate
I’m an ordinary citizen with an extra ordinary despair
Take a look at me i ain’t going nowhere
Iwander along
Just like a dog without a home
Going to work now what a surprise
I be a transformer - a robot in disguise
Knowledge and wit like the pages of The Sun
They swallow my soul while the radio plays on...
Knuckle down, head down
Fit the stereotype
My working rage
It’s the price i pay
Like shelley said ‘what do I get?’
They’re keeping me occupied while they’re feeding off my sweat
Days are taken up with daydreaming and fantasy
I ’ll never turn these dreams into reality
So now i’ll carry on sing my merry song
Dance to their tune while inside i’m torn
Material satisfaction false interaction
I ’ll fuck you up with unprovoked reaction
Kicking off...
I be kicking off
*** Crackhead ***
i'm the badest of the badest of the badest of the bad
crackhead
basehead
i don't know how i got so lost
something in my mind and i pay the cost
yes i tried to hide away
oh the truth i did not want to face
like ice t says "you played yourself"
me and you can't blame no one else
i don't want your sympathy
your sympathy is no good to me
better keep on fearing me...
better keep the fear
if you want to understand
come into my world
come take my hand
if you try to run away
away from yourself you can never win the race
freaks and fiends are everywhere
they lost their way/lost their cares
if you try to run away
away from yourself
you can never win the race
this is more than trenchtown rock
rock is something smoked as well as pot
concern is shown as it gets a grip
away from the ghetto onto the rich
chuck d would say "i'm a basehead
i got to get away
i got to face it
you can't trust me
i can't trust myself
yes i got to learn to be true to myself
here come them rocks again
falling in my head
messing up my head
here come them bones again
rolling in my head
messing up my head
let me smoke my crack pipe now...
*** Day In Day Out ***
day in day out/better watch your back
hey're watching you with security cams
they watch you coming in and they
watch you go again
they're watching you
everything you do
cos with their third eye they got a remote view
they spy on you and joe public too
a new world order taking over you
they poison you with their microwaves
they got you doing what they want and now you'll be their slave
SIS? MI6?
they zap you with ELFs
and now you're
feeling sick
they're tracking you with their satellite
a secret microchip planted in your mind
info control=mind control
they got you acting like they want and you
don't even know
day in day out...
*** Depths Of My Soul ***
Small room
Room with no view
Confusion in my mind
Is it really me or you?
Out of reach and out of sight
Solitary confinement for peace of mind
With a cyclop's eye through the peephole in the door
Now they kick and they curse me and they get me on the floor
The locks engage
I don’t even have the luxury of rage
Feeling far removed i view this situation
Nakedness a new degradation
They stare through a judas hole
But they can’t see into the depths of my soul
Depths of my soul
*** Divine Badness ***
Ejected from society
I delve into Notoriety
Divine Badness
- My gift to the world
No rag will cover my story
They want defeat
I only know glory
Divine Badness
- My gift to the world
I could change
But I dont know how
You want civility
But civility is slavery
You aint changing me
Cos the cause is complex
Friend or foe
Now you must respect
cos I'm so brazen
Taking it all
I'm so brazen
Taking it all
To get what I want
To get what I need
I'm Freddy's nightmare
Police do fear
No i aint humble
In this concrete jungle
*** Doledrums ***
The days I waste doing nothing
But smoking the better days
When things are getting boring
Herbal remedy killing mundanity
Am I losing my mind
Or finding my sanctity ?
Why carry on with that same old song
Like a scratched record on and on
Life gets boring as it carries on
Never ever changing momentum
You see escape
As a break in the countryside
I need a break from the death inside
Can’t you see I’m the living dead
I got a fucked up life
And a fucked up head
Death defied
See me dead inside
Down on my luck
And nobody’s offering me a job
In the appointment pages
They haven’t got a lot
Is there any hope
For people like me ?
If I close my eyes
Then I can pretend to be
Anything I want
Then it’s back to reality
Sitting like a zombie
Watching daytime TV
Home alone
With the home grown
Get fucked up ‘til the early morn
*** Drub ‘n’ Bass Intro ***
King Prawn’s the name
And we’re here to fuck it up
With a fucked up mongrel sound
That’s sounding like a ruck
With the guitar, the bass,
The drum and the mike
Here to blow it up
Like dynamite
King Prawn’s the name
And we’re here to fuck it up
With a fucked up mongrel sound
That’s sounding like a ruck
No oppression’s the lesson
It’s what we’re about
And this is the reason
Why we have to shout
*** First Defence ***
This is a tale of police brutality
They’re picking on the Asian
They’re picking on the Blackman
They’re picking on the Irish
They’re picking on the white trash
They’re picking on the gay man
They’re picking on the lesbian
They’re picking on the union
They’re picking on the hunt sab
They’re picking on the raver
And the demonstrator
They’re picking on the squatter
They’re picking on the traveller
They’re picking on the jobless
They’re picking on the homeless
They’re picking on the alien
They’re picking on the innocent
Police are the first defence of the state
Walking home at night
With my friends you see
Not meaning any harm
Just them and me
Then comes Babylon
They wanna harass
We tell like Frankie
‘Relax’
*** Freedom day ***
red is our blood and black is the shadow that falls over this land
they want to rule us all
brutality and murder is their way
we won't live on our knees
we fight for a better day
brothers and sisters come and rally to the cause - fighting oppression
we're fighting against their laws
the road to freedom
there's obstacles in our way
but we shall overcome them triumphantly
and tomorrow holds our hope
justice and equality
there's somethings worth fighting for
fighting for a better day
and tomorrow holds our hope
justice and equality
there's somethings worth fighting for
can't you see?
it's what we're fighting for...
*** Holy War ***
Holy War
(what they're saying now)
Blood will run until the jobs done
One with a stone and one with a gun
Religious posturing sets the great divide
The pictures on the wall of those who died
So peacemaker don't make me laugh
Cos victory don't come with a white flag
The media's looking for a new devil
Rhetoric dogma spelling good and evil
Deprived but still I will kill
Soldiers entering at their own peril
Cos sticks and stones will break some bones
And send soldiers in bodybags back home
Nobody knew or nobody cared
Cos what you don't know makes you scared
But now you want to smother me
With your cushion of hypocrisy
You give me birth for what it's worth
You make me big with the money you're giving
The bureaucratic ties still lie hidden
And the struggle continues 'til the enemy's smitten
The truth lies buried beneath the great divide
Religious posturing won't fool the wise
But now you wanna smother me
With your cushion of hypocrisy
*** Immigrant Song Too ***
I come from a land
So far away
I’ve come to make a living
Then get away
Better prospects here
That’s what they say
Better people here
That’s what they say
Stepping off the boat
With my suitcase in my hand
Be damned by the eyes
Of the immigration man
The purpose of my visit
Is questioned and doubted
Suspicion falls
They don't believe I was invited
Feeling all alone
There aint no place to call home
I’m here in a land
Far from my family
Brought on the wave
Of new opportunity
Come and help the Motherland
Is what they said
Suitcase in my hand
To a foreign land
Stepping down the street
Trying to find my own two feet
Turned away by landlords
Who refuse to let to me
A boarder in a hostel
I’m caged like an animal
The odds were stacked against me
For my own survival
Suspicion in their eyes
Full of mistrust
Living with their lies
And their stereotypes
They’re clearing the way
For a deportation order
They wanna put me on
The first plane home tomorrow
But in their haste
They overlooked my visa
Saddened faces
See that I am Bona Fida
There aint no place to call home
*** Increase The Pressure ***
They wanna get my arse in gear and make a contribution
If i don’t then i’m gonna feel the wrath of retribution
Don’t wanna ask for ‘more’
Adistraction to the door of freedom, liberty, rejection of their law
You revel in self-glory thinking the battle has been won
Aproduct of your history but we can steal it from your sons
Masked up and hooded we raise a clenched fist
State politics of hypocrites respond like terrorists
With a shot to the top this method will rock
Sowing the seeds of discontent the structure will rot
Light the fuse, stop the abuse
Round their neck they wear a tie but soon they’ll wear a noose
Yes we have hunger
No place to shelter
Keeping us in purdah
Time to say ‘basta
Increase the pressure
Reject the power
You sit on top of a mountain built on misery and suffering
Your lofty throne will fall and heads will come down rolling
Work the slave-driver, evict the landowner
The army’s coming to town to restore the bossman’s order
True colours now you show
Your might want to stop the flow
The battle may be lost today
Put the war we’ll win tomorrow
Cos we are many and we are one
They stare into our eyes down the barrel of a gun
Yes we have hunger
No place to shelter
Living in purdah
Witness to the murder
*** Last Request ***
Near the scene of a crime
I ’m cuffed up and caught
Wrong place, wrong time
A quick rap is sought
Fucking police gonna raid my place
Only shit they’ll find is egg on their face
A true injustice i’m framed up
Don’t fit the id it’s not close enough
Police conjecture
But no supposition
Like blood out of a stone
They can beat a confession
In the firing line
You can’t beat it!!
Watching all the time
You can’t hide it!!
Pressure on your mind
You can’t let slip!!
Busted on the floor
You can’t piece it!!
My last chance
A correction to facilitate good cop, bad cop
What the fuck?
It’s all the same
Injustice played out as the mob gets restless
Just like the good lord now they want vengeance
Pressure is mounting
The seconds are counting down
Don’t be doubting
Evidence is mounting
Four walls and bars are naturalised
Only future television can optimise
*** London Born ***
look at them
there standing on the corner
look at them
they're never lonely
look at them
they're feeling like braveheart
look at them
they're gonna tear someone apart
look at them
they listen to their gangsta rap
look at them
they're caught in a ghetto trap
look at them
all that glitters is gold now
look at them
they're turning into foes now
moaning and boring
shouting out a warning
out the dark they come
with their posse yes yalling
london born...
look at them
they two sugar lump it
look at them
they blow their own trumpet
look at them
they're souring my taste
look at them
they're slowing my pace
look at them
they're always on the take now
look at them
they're always so fake now
look at them
they're afraid of failure
look at them
waiting for their saviour
*** Nobody Like You ***
Nobody like you
Can do it so well
You’re talking to me now
While you’re looking at my girl
I know that you’d be saying something
‘til the end of time
It’s yours to choose
With exaggerated truth
It’s down to the local hunting ground
To see what’s on offer
You’re telling crap jokes
Followed by your false laughter
I don’t wanna trouble
And i don’t wanna suffer
But when I try to get away
I bump into another
Standing ‘round the fruit machine
Drinks in hand
You ridicule the women
That are standing ‘round
Reaching out you thought
It was yours to touch and grab
Cos that’s what they taught you
In your porno mag
Nobody like you
Tres fantastique
Your claiming to be something
But I know you’ll never be
You talk of money,
Power, cars & girls
I know your shit is just faery tales
Drink after drink
Flowing thro’ your veins
Dabs of speed keeps puke away
Hoping that you’ll last the night
You get plenty of drink in
Then you start a fight
*** No Peace ***
tonight this city won't know peace
just broken glass and shattered dreams
and now i'm gonna take what's mine
it's just a symptom of our times
and the tension mounts in the city tonight...
fear and confusion's all around
nobody knows which way to turn
there was a time when we would dread
but through this minefield now we tread
*** Not Your Punk ***
I’m never in the mould yes I’ll bust this pigeon-hole
Cos all that you expect is safe with no regret
Stop sticking to the track it only holds me back
It’s not black and it’s not white
In hands of control now you’re acting out your role
You could be doing something but you’re doing what you’re sold
It’s not that I contest I can see your coded dress
Yes we know what you’re about
I’m not your punk
Twenty through the door a pound for any more
They have their pound of flesh but still they get fresh
Cos later in the night they want free merchandise
The mark of cain they have no shame
Sitting on your arse i see you counting heads
You’re fucking over bands and you say ‘that’s business’
Well it’s more convenience for the system you maintain
The mark of cain they have no shame
*** People Taking Over ***
no more will we take it
people taking over
i know we can take it
people taking over
god and the devil are the same thing
cheating the youth with ghetto mistruths
violence works don't believe those hippy words
why oh why oh why they treat us this way with lies
blood on our hands and hate in our hearts
ah yeah we tear it all apart
while we speak the truth while we die in youth
why oh why oh why they treat us this way with lies
*** Poison In The Air ***
Poison in the air
Now I can't breathe
Irritants in my eyes
So I can't see
Poison in the air
Blotches on my face
Underground lies toxic waste
Poison in the air
Tell me you don't care
Cos it's in my clothes
And in my hair
I stand by the kerb
Not a moment to observe
When I see it's head to tail
Hesitating to inhale
Now I'm wheezing
And the fumes have got me retching
Deep down in my lungs
A pocket of air is extricating
What I gotta do
Just tell me what I gotta do
To stop my face from turning blue
I can bury my head in the ground
Claim immunity
But it won't stop the shit
From getting to me
Poison! In my mind
Now I cannot think straight
My skin's on fire
Burn! Burn! Burn!
POISON!
POISON!
POISON!
*** Racist Copper ***
He cannot wait to knock me down
His eyes just follow me around
He cannot wait to see me go down
Even though i haven’t done anything wrong
He’s a racist copper
He got hatred in his blood
He’s a racist copper
Judgements made by tone of skin
He’s a racist copper
He cannot wait to drag me in
He’s a racist copper
Waiting for me with his club
I walk the streets as a police target
I don’t know the crime but I’m still a suspect
It makes me wonder who the law protects?
The uniform and club getting no respect
He’s gonna hunt you down
He’s gonna hunt you down like an animal
He cannot wait to knock me down
His eyes just follow me around
He says to me ‘go back to where your from’
Isay ‘where? east london?’
Blue lights flashing ‘oh my god’
Pig says ‘get out of that car’
Slamming your face up against the wall
He whispers in your ear ‘i’ll teach you the law’
He’s just a racist pig
I don’t wanna pick another apple
So many bad ones in the barrel
Look inside you’ll see they rotten
Rotten to the core we know the score
*** Restart (Acts I & II) ***
Into your lair I step in
From behind your desk you grin,
‘Got any extra income ?’
‘No i wish I had some’
Soon like an egg I’ll crack
Victimise me you like your dad
You think you Jack the Lad
Or part of the bric’o’ brac
Stare at me thro’ a microscope
My place of birth ?
Well that’s a joke
Inspire me to despise you
Terrors in me you invoke
Don’t get to close or to involved
It was my soul you tried to rob
Or are you just doing your job
*** Rewards And Prizes ***
Rewards and prizes
See the devil in disguise
No pitch fork or horns
He wears a business suit and tie
Hook line and sinker their bellies’ getting bigger
They wind me in and take me for a sucker
Living my life on the end of a lead
They try to control me with my greed
See them try to test me now
Darkness rising
How the bad are making good
There’s sadness in my heart
How it’s understood
They got me where they want me now they got me wanting more
Outside the town in a giant superstore
An eye for a jewel divide and rule
Cos everybody’s playing the fool
I feel the down pressure now i find the door is shut
I feel the down pressure know it’s more than bad luck
I feel the down pressure shut out in the cold
I feel the down pressure in their search for gold
They try to control you
In this world of oppression
*** Role Model ***
Look for easy answers you wont find none
All shades of grey, contradictions
Iain’t too well read that may be true
Look what all that reading’s done to you
Look at them here they come again
Feeding me
Yeah all them lies they’re feeding me
Don’t be afraid now
Ask the question
What am I worth?
I’m patronised, politicised I’m palmed off
Yes there’s wisdom i may learn from
Away from schoolmasters and the discipline
Even the mosques have too much sin
*** Ruthless ***
Ruthless
Hey Ruthless
I see them Ruthless
Their ways are Ruthless
Look at them on the big billboard
See them coming so fucking strong
Now they got a masterplan
Yes they do command
See them on a TV screen
See them on a magazine
See them In their disguise
See them thrugh their lies
There aint no place to hide
From their fists and from their weapons
They won't leave me alone
Just leave me alone
Ruthless
Never let me be
Ruthless
No never never
*** Salvation ***
Your spitting in my ear
With words that I don’t wanna hear
You found salvation
Even to me that is clear
Look thro’ your eyes
You see so much of you
No nothing but you
Is allowed to get thro’
Nothing, nothing, nothing
It don’t mean that much to me
You make your own problems
Even to me that is clear
The first one to fear
Is the last one to hear
Confusing truths so well
Fishing for new clientelle
You go to heaven
And I go to hell
*** Sounds Of We ***
This is the style
King prawn style
King prawn's the name
And we're here to fuck it up
With a fucked up sound
That's sounding like a ruck
With the guitar, the bass and the drums and the mike
We're here to mash it up like dynamite
- Not Your Punk -
words and music by A. Rumjen
I’m never in the mould yes I’ll bust this pigeon-hole
Cos all that you expect is safe with no regret
Stop sticking to the track it only holds me back
It’s not black and it’s not white
In hands of control now you’re acting out your role
You could be doing something but you’re doing what you’re sold
It’s not that I contest I can see your coded dress
Yes we know what you’re about
I’m not your punk
Twenty through the door a pound for any more
They have their pound of flesh but still they get fresh
Cos later in the night they want free merchandise
The mark of cain they have no shame
Sitting on your arse i see you counting heads
You’re fucking over bands and you say ‘that’s business’
Well it’s more convenience for the system you maintain
The mark of cain they have no shame
*** Survive ***
We all get knocked down
And kicked in the teeth
Sometimes we land ‘splat’
Sometimes on our feet
We struggle to survive
Better days might come
But fuck it if they don’t
We still carry on
We survive
Yes we carry on
We hold our heads up high no uniforms we fear
Breaking the chain we command out of our despair
They try to run us down with their standards set and rules
Try to get us moving we have nothing to prove
Look at them speculating gasping for some air
See as they match and compare
With their pockets full of products making life so bright
We can resist their might
*** The Postman Song ***
postman!
postman!
don't be slow
be like elvis
go man go!
*** War Cry ***
Taken from my mother’s arms
And taught the victor’s ways
I look at you and I
We are not the same
Respect goes out to you
You have raised me well
Cracks appearing now
You and I can tell
Hear no evil see no evil
But I can’t be deaf or blind
I need to find out
Or the truth’s left behind
So I got to get together
With others who think the same
With diligence we uncovered
This arrogance and shame
Bring the skeletons out of the closet
We want the horrors unearthed
Till our thirst is quenched
We will never disperse
This is a war cry
Our spirit you can’t kill
War cry War Cry
Our spirit - Not a killer
Looking at the births and deaths
Documents give disinformation
Behind the colourful rags you stand
No healing of a nation
Foolish pride in this land
With thuggery on you mind
Peaceful protest makes you sweat
You want us to toe the line
Bring in reinforcements
We scream for you to listen
Yours and mine is one blood
When wet it will glisten
As your hate comes closer
We will not run away
Others will take over
We cannot fade away
*** Winning Again ***
Winning Again
Winning Again
Everybody knows we're winning again
We wouldn't want that shit now in our homeland
So we build a chemical plant in a foreign land
Projection charts, economic plans
find the cheapest labour and low safety demands
No rebellion just spokes in the wheel
Thier balls in our hands as we close our deals
Political puppet in for a share
While the people have no food or clothes to wear
But what's ahead is desert land
polluted for the good of mankind
A sordid fate and tempting death
Don't shout too loud you'll lose your breath
*** Your Worst Enemy ***
you're justified to be mystified
you missed it you missed it
trying to get away from the system that played you
enslaved you are
fascist mentality
taking a righteous stand when you can't understand
you saw the light
now you're blind to you way
as you're scheming for a better today
it weighs you down
like a millstone round you neck
and you time is slipping away
it's you that's heading down a dead end road
it's you that's running nowhere to go
when you look in the mirror
what do you see?
staring at you is your worst enemy
it's true
if life is the only illusion
you'll never escape
you state your mind/but you don't want to know
cos you're building a church of your own
there's no way out
now you're captured alone
you're a prisoner in
that mind of your own
it's you that's heading down a dead end road
it's you that's running nowhere to go
when you look in the mirror
what do you see?
staring at you is your worst enemy
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