A month of Sundays, law enforced
The church's new torture is now enforced
A month of church every day
Is what they want without delay
Backed by troops, hated by people
One day you're forced towards the steeple
You're living in the shadow of death
The lightning bolt that steals your breath
The church's doors are never shut
You're always welcome in
But when will the day come
When you have to pay for them to relieve your sin?
Every cloud has a nuclear lining
The dark sky in the East
Those without a shelter, whining
At the face of the beast
Red sky at night
Is now no ones delight
Get ready for the feast
While the poor count their blessings
And the rich count their money
For those with money, life is just a game
For us supposed working class, it's far from the same
But are they fascists just because they're rich
What so you think you'd be like if there was a switch?
You may say now that you'd look after your kind
But power drills a hole in your head and sucks out your mind
Used and abused, we don't want rich man's law
For it's state controlled terrorism, violence, greed and war
Used and abused, we don't want you dreams
Of nuclear power, bombs, guns and unemployment schemes
There's no room in a political dream
There's no room in a law
For when men refuse to fight
And will not go to war
Its true deterrent weapons
Make men reluctant to fight
But a gun at each other's head
Do you think that's fucking right?
Grinding off the neighbor's cat
Baggy shorts and stupid hat
halfpipe hero I am not
Where's the brakes, I cannot stop
Scootering, scootering, scootering and free
Me and my skuda wrapped 'round a tree
The local park is really fun
Skating with my skating chums
Elevator off the wall
Fuck me, not another fall
Now I'm lying in this bed
Broken arm and busted leg
I wished I'd never had gone riding
I should have taken up hang gliding
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