No one listens to each other Everyone quiet, all keeping mother Until you get to the lines And you shout mine, mine, mines Talk round the table doesn’t get very far The miners just smashed another car Don’t you understand what each other is saying? You know that you’ll both end up paying
1st July 2023 – I only had vague ideas about the realities of the miners and their strikes against nationalisation in the 80s. I guessed it was a battle between a. government and its people and I sided with the people. From the outside, it must have felt like a dispute that would never resolve as no one was prepared to give up anything.
You call me veggie cos I don’t eat meat So I can call you animal cos you think it’s a treat Blood is pouring off your sterilised plate But you can never sterilise my hate You animal Meat means murder So what if you’ve heard it before You never thought twice Cos you don’t listen anymore
29th June 2023 – I was a staunch inarticulate vegetarian at this time. In small-town England alternative views were a battleground and expressing anything like this could see you vilified or beaten. I’m not militant about eating a vegetarian diet these days and slowly more people are conscious of the suffering their own lifestyles bring to other beings. Do what you can.
The dog’s got fleas So has the cat Get them a flea collar Or something like that If you don’t scratch Nothing else will I’m sure this flea Is out to kill
The animals went in two by two One for me and one for you Ending as a carcass lying on your plate Dripping blood, well, no thanks mate
Cos their slaughter is your meat Your life is their death
Well, life holds much more for me Cos you can let those animals free Ten to a pen as the farmers do it again See what the slaughter is doing to them
Flesh is unnecessary for a healthy life So take away the murderer’s knife That rapes the bodies of innocence Surely, life makes sense? Their life for your death? An eye for an eye? Your death is inevitable, but who wants to eat you Brand these children with a fire made of their bones Prepare them to face a stun so we can slit their throats So we can chew at their insides And then brandish their hides As fashionable coats And goats? Fuck the goats!
Order 55247 No. 257, stand in line Chest out And get it right this time Into the exam we go Marching at a slow, slow, slow Got our numbers, rank and name Now we’ll never be the same
Treason is the reason Bleeding is the feeding Beating is the eating Shitting is the fitting Missing is the kissing Dancing is the romancing Screwing is the undoing Lying is the dying Aid, not AIDS Gays need support and help from those around Accept them as a part of life Don’t drive them underground Aid, not AIDS So when shitting is the fitting Look at whose arse it is coming from
What’s in it for me? Is that all you ever think about? Don’t say no cos I’ll only doubt What’s in it for me? Your mind is ruled by greed That’s not what we need What’s in it for me? If you ain’t careful you’ll go too far Finish your life in a sleazy bar What’s in it for me? A kick in the teeth
A happy family smiles at you From your packet of Weetabix But don’t be fooled by what they do They know all the tricks Jack, queen, king Doesn’t mean a thing
Kiddies play in the street Fun fun fun fun fun fun At Halloween – trick or treat Fun fun fun fun fun fun Kick the ball into the goal Fun fun fun fun fun fun Jump up and down in a hole Fun fun fun fun fun fun But they put the boot in That’s no fun Make sure you never win That’s no fun Take away your pride That’s no fun Say you’re sick inside That’s no fun fun fun fun fun fun fun
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