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A glaring plague warned of peril.
The city's lying in exhalation.
All people killed by dioxine.
Radioactive contamination, poisonous crap wherever you glance.
You can't afford to be affected, poisonous crap inside of their heads.
Drives 'em into fucked up actions.

(Chorus:)

he's the ghost behind the scenes
a nightmare born by modern times
different faces, various places
you're never really sure if he's around
he's so insidious
watch your steps
wings familiar though surreal
he's made of ice they're made of steel

Shadowlike they haunt me at night
Horrible dreams to grab my sleep
Whatever I do, wherever I go
They're always near beside

If these turn up there ain't no joy
All I can's detroy
If these turn up there ain't no joy

Once the king you bro'jght on your decline
You tried to make it on the borderline
Now I can't help you treating you with deep disgust
Cause too much set me wondering in past

You don't stick to what you say at all
But now your lies are catching up with you
I can't see no friendship beneath your facade

There's a jock living in my head
The fault is you - I'm embarressed left for dead
Feel like a heeler, I lie down put in chains
I was to start but you got it in my way

(Chorus:)
'cause I don't need you
I'm living on a cruel dope

There's violence coming up, trouble on the streets.
Gangs are taking over, but where will this lead?
Do you care for their frustration, no you don't!
The kids have no relation to your mode.

[Chorus:]
The same like back in '76,
bored and full of violence,

Now you're in a jam, hold your head between your hands.
Clench your fist to keep your ground,
in a war that can't be won.

(Chorus:)
Banned to the borstal, now you're cornered.
Banned to the borstal, you're disordered.
Banned to the borstal, now you're locked away... like buried.

Another bloodbath's in the spot and draws the daily press

Tribal war, panic on their faces
Guns ring out, bullets leave their traces
The crowd's in shock, what's happened here
A bloodshed caused by a young sick killer
Carnivore - slaughter as a kind of game

Your life's so weird you doubt it's real and reject it all
'Cause years ago when you were a child no one told you so
Well , I know about your problem, there's loads loke us around
So don't make no secret of what you found out

C'mon, the world is crazy
An open loony bin
No walls fix the species

It's the same old game, but you can't keep up.
You mouth is gonna cry, but they wanna keep it shut.
What do you expect in this break down age?
Spit out mate and give vent to your rage.

The course you're trying is a vacant lot.
One day soon you'll end up with a shot.
As a member of the dead-end youth.

Down in the town in the stinky clubs.
I'm pissed near a collapse, but I won't stop.
My hair is died, I'm a complete flop.
But I can't take it, man!
I was raised as a son who should get on.
But what has become of me, their son?
I'm Oi-possessed and like my way.
What has become of me?

The dealer said I looked sad and bored.
And I should taste of his novel drug.
He gave me a small free sample then.
And I blew up the powder in my veins.

There's no way back, there's no way out.
I've got to hear these voices shout.

The higher the peak, the deeper the fall
His ambition has prooved not being worth it at all
But damage is done and there is no return
And he's consumed with the fires that burn
The weaker the will, the stronger the vice
Addiction has come and charged a price
He's pershing slowly, dying on rates
Fell victim to what he actually hates

There's fuckers everywhere.
It's them who make me sneer.

I got no money so I went begging,
they told me to go away.
'cause lazy dogs like me should all be gased, was all they said.
But once when I was out looking for a job, they eyed me mockingly.
I was not the one they were out for the guy excused.

What's the matter?
Could it be that you wanna prove you're keen
And a man who's man enough to fight?

I'm not sorry for your lot
It's your job if you get shot
But you tell me that you not afraid

Here we go, another attempt to rise up
Still biting and inciting, but showing no compromise now
Once again this movement's bound for glory
United we're made it, reporting back with fury

Some years now we're come to count
And we're here to stay, we're still around
(And there's no end in sight, no)

There's boiling masses on the dole.
The same came off some years ago.
What a prospect for my country.
So give up and hope and let us be.

Join the queue, you know the rest...
I'm fed up with this want something else.
Give the finger to this country.

Daily other places and we're still going on
Plenty of new faces cos the nights are long
Tearing down the highway, full speed ahead
Miles uncounted, the van? become our bed
I really missed all that

All bottles empty so we gotta stop
Hey what a country we're not sold a drop

You're posy styled to impress somebody
You're out for fame and loads of money
But selling out is nothing new
You've hit the charts with a boring tune

(chorus:)
Idols are out today
They pose a single night

You drive me insane, my back's to the wall
I can't make headway with this pressure at all
My mind's upset I gotta get away
And jam the gearing of the whole machine
The people who suffer to get uniformed
Are wimps who needn't complain anymore
When they discover what's happened to their lives
They're gonna pay the fucking price

Living in a shell had never been a thing for me
Safe in private places you just ponder what's to be
I'm in need of action but you rather fade away
Living in your own world where you keep to things you can take

[Chorus:]
You slogged all day and get your pay
And lock yourself away

Listen, here's some further noise
Yes, mohican tunes, sharp as razors
We ain't gonna rest until we bite the dust

The crew from '82, they mourn the good old days
Once you've been one of them, or so at least you say
But now you've grown older and got your normal lifes
What's left of your ideals, rebllion and spikes?

Just another day, and just another mess
But if you resign you'll never know success

Chin up, get out now and try again my friend
This life is your last, so enjoy it 'til the end

[chorus:]
You stand in the heap of the ruins that your life used to be

Face this, the missile's on the way.
Crisis, will the bomb be dropped today?
Last war, to end this bloody mess.
Danger, It's you the real menace.

With all their foes their doing away.
We're all in this - hey hey hey.
No one dares to talk aloud 'bout the real imminent crisis.

He was a gutterboy, dwelled in different places.
Lost his parental home for he got the sack.
He never got on well with their expectations.
Found with an overdose in a public lav.

[Chorus:]
Blame our society that destroyed him.

They say it's time to crack down on what they call obscene
But what they meant is blokes like me and the life I chose to lead
OK let's have an uproar, their troops are marching in
With determination in their eyes they've rallied all again

[chorus:]
Come on, come on
Give me a Petrol Bomb

Don't wanna be a soldier - Rest in peace
Don't wanna fight no war in no border countries
I ain't gonna feed no vultures - Rest in peace
I ain't gonna slay the poor in the dollar sign's name

They're ready to strike with their highly trained force
If oil is at stake or another ressource
Securing their wealth with innocent life

This time he's gambling at his very height
As he's to move and pull the strings of fate
He's aware of what his blunders cause
He's turned it over in his mind for hours

That's like
A Dance on a razors blade
Dance on a razors blade,

Suddenly the things ain't what they used to be
Now everything's changed and I wonder why
Too scared to face the possibilities
My life's so different I wanna close my eyes

Can't get rid of the growing fear inside me
Denying it all is just the real insanity

All governments out, don't need no leader.
We had a lot of systems, they all failed.
All warlords have been wrecked by their own wargames.

(Chorus:)
Get up, get up, need no rules.
To degrade me as a fool.
I know best what I decide to choose.

Join the ranks and gang up rather
That's the only way it works
Cos there's no need for struggle
We've got to overcome discords
Just spare some time to think about
What their politics have done
They've torn the youth to pieces
And there will soon be none

[Chorus:]
Get on strike!

When the bastards take you up at the station.
Questions hole into your head.
They wanna name you detailed information.
While they're treating you like shit.

Down in the oxyfactory.
Mould and shattered glass you see.
Safety- dresses ain't of use.
The air is tense of blaring noise.

[Chorus:]
Down in the oxyfactory.
Sound is made for you and me.

Bluelight screaming, figures in the dark
Shelter-seeking, but you've run so far
They gonna get out if you're slow and put you in a cell
You don't wanna be arrested so you run like hell

Here comes ... the pigs
They always nick the underdogs

Imprisoned face to face in this strange artificial place
With free-wheeled criminals who carry knives and loaded guns
Aggravation's usual for the western world
Radio stations send their warning, red alert

In the Westworld
Concrete desert
In the Westworld