Discards


Slowly, slowly like a frog bein’ boiled, laws were chopped and changed,
Boys and girls in blue, A kangeroo court,
Enough wives and daughters (were) bent over,
no-one seems to care or notice, nanny State’s jackboot.
The heavy hand of the long arm, one step away from Dredd.
Now plain and obvious to the blindest man, the elite can’t be trusted.
A breach of the peace, for civil war, the system’s broke and busted.
A breach of the peace sparks a civil war, them and us.
A breach of the peace sparks a civil war, mete out X for broken trust.
A breach of the peace sparks a civil war, in strength and honour we trust.
they’ve turned our young men into soy boys, our battle will be hard.
Now reap the evil which you’ve sown,
Enough of our daughters (were) bent o’er.
no mercy, no quarter atone.
they’ve turned our young men into soy boys, our struggle will be hard.
Now reap the whirlwind which you’ve sown,
no mercy, no quarter will be shown.
White tax donkeys/mules breaking their brittle backs, ripe for the knacker’s yard,


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