The Ungovernable Farce

Fuck off you, fuck your violent threats, your attempts to control the nation.
 Fuck off you fucked up racist cunt, understand the situation
 Back off you slimy worthless prick, you ain't got a clue what you're facing!
 Eat bricks you he'd up bastard shits, scabs; you'll get what you are creating
 Who the fuck do you think you're pushing, 'stay in place or get it'
 I'd think again to save your skin,'cos if you come to close
 You'll fucking regret it, you whine on all the hell you like
 Repeat your warnings of plastic bullets, the gas, the batons, the water cannon
 The more you oppress the more we'll resist
 Riots, there ain't been a riot, but one's knockin' at your door
 You've seen nothing yet but houselheld pets, but you'll feel the lions claw
 Proclaiming laws last victory, of containing rebel shower
 When the time Is right you'll get the fight that will totally test your power
 Inciting, provoking trouble, that you know can easilt be beaten
 To maintain the Image that we need you, so thus re-confirm your position
 You might trick some you scheming scum, but you'll never get our obedience
 You can batter, beat us, even imprison, yet still you'll never ever defeat us
 Belfast... Brixton... Toxteth... Totteham... St. Pauls... Hansworth...
 Reclaim the streets, reclaim the towns, reclaim the nation
 What revolution, this revolution, we all wanted a peaceful solution
 But this institution, that institution, smashed all hope of getting through
 To them. Confrontations, escalating violations of the law
 Repercussions of the mass destruction which in the end is sure to mean
 Them pumping out the bullets, their protection from the poor
 We will win 'cos we have to, we ain't got nothing to lose no more
 And what they lose they undoubtedly will forfeit forever
 "They've got the guns, but we've got the numbers