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1.
Ruling Class 05:04
We are 1% of the population, with 40% of the wealth of all nations. We sit on top of our towers of steel and gold. The streets are burning up, they’ve been sold. Out. The law will pave the way for us to take, the enclosures for a larger piece of the cake. We are banking on your indebtedness. Invisible are the chains of your duress. We are the Ruling Class, Ruling Class. This land that once was yours now is ours. We are the Ruling Class, Ruling Class. This land that once was yours now is ours The economy is our religion. The market our the church of acquisition. Growth is our promised land. But the biosphere is getting out of hand. We are the Ruling Class, Ruling Class. The Biosphere is never going to last. We are the Ruling Class, Ruling Class. This party is never going to last. We’ve got our fists, up your institutions. We’ve infected your constitutions. We are the counter revolution. We are the final solution. We are the Ruling Class, Ruling Class. You can stick your aspirations up your past. We are the Ruling Class, Ruling Class. You can stick your aspirations up your past. We are the Ruling Class, Ruling Class. We are the Ruling Class, Ruling Class. This party is never going to last. You can stick your aspirations up your past.
2.
Like drones we swarm the malls, looking for something that cannot be had, Our hearts bleed on our sleeves in designer sweat shop rags, We’re hypnotised & colonised & patentised & synthesised. With weapons of mass distraction. There is no need for lies. We’re working for the the grand illusion Riot 4 Austerity for a reasonable economy Riot 4 Austerity too each according to their needs Riot 4 Austerity, so the rich can be set free Riot 4 Austerity, there’s no such thing as property They can’t be happy in their towers, turning corpses into cash. Whilst we roam the plebe lands, breathing toxic ash. All debts are now due, it was never going to last, Extinction of all species and it’s happening pretty fast, Were’ living in the mass delusion Riot 4 Austerity 4 a deeper ecology Riot 4 Austerity Not 4 plasma TV screens Riot 4 Austerity for every rock and tree Riot 4 Austerity. is what you want really what you need? There’s a riot going' on and it won’t be on TV There’s a riot going' on. We mean it man. Lets take London back from the murderers and the banks. Let the empire collapse, and withdraw it’s military ranks There’s a riot going on for authenticity, simplicity and posterity. There’s a riot going on in the land of the free, for the earth sky and sea. Wake up and you’ll see. Riot 4 Austerity let’s act internally. Riot for Austerity there’s no such thing as you and me.
3.
I want what I want and I want it now and I’m not going to stop till I get what I want And I’ll do everything to make it that way, I’ve forgotten the art of play. But I don’t give a damn unless it pays. I’ve lost all trust got to make my own way. I’ll grab and grasp and hold on tight. With all my strength and all my might. I present to you my wish list, full full all this I insist. My cravings they will never desist, my strivings they will always persist, so Give me everything I want. I want everything that you have got. Give me everything I want. I want everything that you have got. I’m sorry I can’t meet your insatiable demands we just can’t share a rational plan. I fear you want me to spend spend spend. I dread it all meeting a bitter end, as I, toil to fill an unfillable gap, with guilt and weakness and assorted crap. As I struggle to articulate the word no. I fear loosing your love and then you go, to place that I cannot influence, where we can find no confluence. Another wrench in out hearts. These petty sentiments they pull us apart. And I Give you everything I’ve got. It’s not always what you think you want. Give you everything I’ve got. It’s not always what you think you want. We feed each other in the darkest of way’s and fool ourselves we are happy this way. But want are always gonna get got. Unless we wake up they are not gonna stop. We kill and steal in the smallest of ways and turn our backs upon the pain. But it finds it’s way back into our heart, where we wish to look but fear to start. So running this way will find no end. the way out of misery you cannot spend. So stay awhile with your stack, And let’s listen out for some feed back. Are you happy with what you’ve got? Are you happy with what you think you want? Are you happy with what you’ve got? Are you happy with what you think you want? How many things I have no need of. How many things I have no need of. How many things I have no need of. How many things I have no need of.
4.
My Dad 03:06
My dad was an Alcoholic, he was life and soul of the party My dad was an alcoholic, he was rude and very funny. He drank, he drank the silly old sod from knock off work till last train home. From Sunday lunch till after hours, then back home for a miserable row. He was big and warm his wit a mile wide. He played and teased with love in his eyes. But when he came home from the pub at night he had poison rage and hate in his eyes. My dad was an alcoholic he was life and soul of the party. My dad was an alcoholic, he snored and was very farty. Roll out the barrel. roll out the endless parties. Roll out the cronies, roll out those monologues. A packet of crisps and a can of coke and 10p for the fruit machine. Roll out the whisky, roll out the misery. My dad was a nicotine addict he had dark stains on his fingers. My dad had a heavy fag habit, he had a beard and a smokey jumper. 40 players everyday, coughing and retching to clear the way. The doctor told him he had to quit, so he drank more to cope with it. Roll up a number, I’ll have a tailor made, Roll out the sputum, and wash it down the drain. My dad was a loving man distorted by his afflictions. my dad was a loving man he was killed by his addictions
5.
Hearts 06:52
They meet and they talk, and they talk, and they talk. They meet and they talk, and they check out the view. They meet and they talk, then talk then they judge. They point outside, coz inside it is hell. Your either in, or your out, then your in, then your out. If your face won’t fit, then you will be shut out. So watch your back, watch your step ,watch you neck. Fear has turned to flesh, turned to flesh, turned on flesh. Hearts have turned to stone, to stone, to stone. Hearts have turned to stone, to stone. Turned to stone. I fall from grace, into the gutter on my face. I fall into the earths loving embrace. I fall from delusion into delusion. Bleeding flesh and broken bones and hearts have turned to stone. Hearts have turned to stone, to stone, to stone. Hearts have turned to stone, to stone. Turned to stone. They’ll kill you for your bread, they’d kill you for your skin. they’ll kill for the emptiness within. We are so close to love, but not so far from hate. I fear for the choice we shall make. Hearts have turned to stone, to stone, to stone. fear has turned to flesh, turned to flesh, turned on flesh. Bleeding flesh and broken bones and hearts have turned to stone. Hearts have turned to stone, to stone. Turned to stone.
6.
fUKt 04:44
From Athens streets to the UK. Empires are in decay. The experts haven’t got a clue. What will come is what is due. Power arrested by the few. And wealth removed from me and you. It’s the 99’ers who carry the load. to the treadmill at the end of the road. The treadmill is at the end of the road. Do you buy what you are sold? A piece of crap for all your gold. Do you buy what you are sold? A piece of crap for all your gold. Turn off the channels of alienation. Turn off this hallucination. See the collapse of civilisation. Have you made any preparations? Have you made any preparations? All familiar will unfold. There’s more stories to be told. All familiar will unfold. There’s more stories to be told. Empires are in decay. It’s fUKt in the UK. Civilisation has had it’s day. Can we live another way? No sign of recovery. What will be our legacy?
7.
There’s damage to be done, it starts out when your young. my stain has left it’s mark, sometimes it seems to dark. I took the journey down and lost my sense of ground. I was without a clue, I was paying something due. Asleep at the wheel, don’t know what I feel. A student of confusion a master of delusion. I flew some dizzy heights, I sunk some dirty depths. Could no longer take to flight, from the weight of regret. If you ask me my friend. Are you experienced? Are you experienced? Are you experienced? Are you experienced? Well I am.    X2 I turned to ask for help, every month my cards were dealt. We sat amongst the ash, the truth and the trash. My heart burns more brightly for the breaks that it has known. As I learn to sit more quietly, and watch it come and go. If you ask me my friend. Are you experienced? Are you experienced? Are you experienced? Are you experienced? Well I am.    X2
8.
Not 4 Me 03:36
I cobbled myself together, a personality. I sucked on delusion it was nearly the end of me I tried designer labels and they, didn’t stick to me There was nothing behind it, but a fake ID, A personality. A cardboard cut out tale of vanity. A fake ID              A personality. I tried polymorphous perversity but it, was not for me I consumed some chemicals to, enhance reality But mild psychotic symptoms they distorted all I see This deviant diversity, scared the shit out of me. It was not for Me A cardboard cut out tale of debauchery It was not for Me  It scared the shit out of me. I drank for liberation but I was only fooling me a cardboard cut out tale of grandiosity. I sat down to study it there was nothing there to see May all this emptiness reveal itself to me. With humility A cardboard cut out tale of vanity. May all this emptiness reveal itself to me. With humility A fake ID            A personality.
9.
Dharma Talk 04:57
Come listen to the Dharma talk X 7 Come listen Ancient wisdom for troubled times, some clarity for our troubled minds A path of freedom is there to be walked It’s in the breath, it’s in the Dharma talk Unpick your sense of identity, Unpack the illusion of reality, Look into these, there’s nothing to see, that emptiness will set you free. For a moment you thought you had it, but then it slipped away, That sense of well being is never here to stay.   Rpt Come listen to the Dharma talk X 8 Do you know who you are and what you really want? Do you know what you really, really, really, really want? Do you think that you are the sum of your parts? Or the parts are what your not New car, new house, new washing machine, New job to pay for this, what does it mean. Dissatisfaction guaranteed, trying to fulfil your every need, The cold hand of death claws at your putrefying flesh, Do you know how far you are from your final breath? Rpt Come listen to the Dharma talk  X7 Come listen Instrumental ……………………………………………………………….. Refrain Freedom and Liberation   rpt. (till end) Where’s the freedom? Where’s the liberation? Where’s the freedom? Where’s the liberation? In a world full of choices Driven by your hungry voices In a world full of choices Driven by your hungry voices Come listen to the Dharma talk X8
10.
Morning breaks all is serene, then I turn up the noise and start the machine. I’ve got to get up I’ve places to be. there’s a meeting at the Full Catastrophe. There’s things to be done with more to come, this is my mode of operation. Back to back my schedule is packed, my failure lives within the cracks. So I strap myself in and head for the jam playing catch up with the man if I can. Mr Cohen calls it ‘Boogie Street’. It’s in the state of Catastrophe. I’m living in The Full Catastrophe, psychically and geographically. I’m living in The Full Catastrophe, in a dog eat dog economy. I’ve got to implement this and execute that and amend the latest amendments. CPD is mandatory, training for the Full Catastrophe. I’m busy therefor I am you see, trapped in a to do list tyranny. The horizon recedes away from me no exit from this slavery. When I’m here I want to be there, That’s my passport to despair. Tied to the road stuck on the track, with a monkey in my head and a mule on my back. I’m living in The Full Catastrophe. A rod for the back of me I’m living in The Full Catastrophe. Scripted by my stupidity I’m filling up, I’m filling up, I’m filling up, I’m filling up, With the Full catastrophe. I’m filling up, I’m filling up, I’m filling up, I’m filling up, With my stupidity. I don’t like what is happening to me, my health seems to be abandoning me. CBT didn’t touch me, no quick fix for my malady. I love her but when we disagree, I say things that push her away from me. We could, should and ought to be, the way it is we refuse to see. The demon of doubt came to visit today, he said this project is going nowhere. Your rhymes are crap anyway, your writing is a catastrophe. We’re living in The Full Catastrophe. Haunted by uncertainty. We’re living in The Full Catastrophe. The fading grandeur of humanity. We’re living in The Full Catastrophe. The erosion of all sympathy. We’re living in The Full Catastrophe. Welcome to the human comedy I’m filling up, I’m filling up, I’m filling up, I’m filling up, with the Full Catastrophe. I’m filling up, I’m filling up, I’m filling up, I’m filling up, with my stupidity. I’m filling up, I’m filling up, I’m filling up, I’m filling up, with the Full Catastrophe. I’m filling up, I’m filling up, I’m filling up, I’m filling up, with the human tragedy.

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