Against All Odds

How can we achieve anarchy if we don't know what it means?

Do we even want anarchy that illusionistic dream?

They say they see no reason for discontent

In this period of free enterprise, is evolution spent?

Say their progress is insallable, presented indisguised

Decisions made for all is their responsibility?

They forecast better ways to better days

Onwards they seek progress no matter what it takes

From left to right to all the prats in the middle

From the judge to the preacher to the sinners and the cynical

From the Godley to the gullible to the vicious and viable

The globe turns slowly while the governed and ungovernable

Slay it out in the never ending search for righteousness

Immaculate success

Their space to possess seems to be what makes their clock tick

But to us it fucking stinks

When met with resistance, they stamp on it until it breaks

Their society remains secret and although we know their name

We are the pawns on the world's chessboard

In one big multi-national game

There's still no end in sight but still we know we're right

We must somehow struggle on up while they go racing to the top

Then Whitehouse V the squat, a challenge I think not

Resist every move they make by fulfilling our own hearts

Not by backing off and dropping out, get in there for a start

If you're looking for some proof

Of this how much more proof do you need

When constantly and hopelessly we fail and they succeed

There's no compassion in here

My fingers keep curling into fists these days

No one smiles on the streets these days

And there's no compassion

Hit the wall a substitute for a face

You can look but you can't touch

You can see but you can't have

Keep crawling to the end of the week

And there's no compassion

Breath heavy to pretend it's fun

Raise the cover to protect your pride

Ignore the failure that you see in the glass

Paint the flesh to hide the scar

And there's no compassion

A million people died in the middle of your breakfast

A million people died in the middle of your favorite love song

A million people died in the middle of your racist joke

A million people died in the middle of your favorite TV programme

A million people died in the middle of your lovemaking

A million people died in the middle of your pop stars interview

A million people died in the middle of your video game

A million people died in the middle of your sexist

A million people died in the middle of your mass debating

A million people died in the middle of your politicians lying

A million people died in the middle of your silence

A million people died in the middle of your stocks and shares

A million people died in the middle of your royal variety performance

A million people died in the middle of your debutante's ball

A million people died in the middle of your day out at Ascot

A million people died in the middle of a Conflict gig!

Separation is complete. A mind to domesticate, condition, compete

Clinical birth control, the sterlised setting

Syringed into being, life is just beginning

Mask of the surgeon, eyes of the blind, rubber band caressing

Welcome to mankind

The brain perceives the fear, tender beats the heart

Slapped into life programming starts

Wanted and needed

Wanted from birth to fit in the jigsaw puzzle

Trained don't strain against the muzzle

Force-fed, prostituted, brainwashed that's called learning

Blindfolded, prejudiced, an outcome predetermined

Needed to die and not question why

Follow in ignorance, a comfortable prison

Kept in the dark so they can be free

Spit in the eyes so you will never see

The kid aims the cap gun, points it at my cranium

I am supposed to put my hands up

But I don't want to die that way

Mentally or physically, para-psychologically

Whose responsibility?

Is it to feed their profiteering tolerated

As long as your mind is fearing?

Right where they want you beaten back into submission

Right where they want you in a missionary position

Needed to promote their glory of possession

To accept and be grateful yet ask no questions

To believe in love and their guiding hand

To obey in humility and never understand

I was feeling alright, yeah just me and the night

I was walking through a white tiled subway

I heard the sound of voices around the corner shouting

The sound of broken glass, no one was there

I looked at my reflection in the puddles in the street

It looked so messed up I just kept moving my feet

To the beat and rhythm of my heart, not much I know

But I see it as a start

Because I'm counting the heads to see how many are left

The fingers of one hand stretching

And this feeling of apathy keeps coming quite suddenly

Well if something's gonna come, when's it coming?

While you're jumping on the spot, all the freshness starts to rot

And another inspiration fades away

And still you sell your dignity

Still you sell your dignity time after time

And I wonder where lies your pride

Does it wait in there inside?

Is it waiting for the moment when you let your heart speak?

Is it waiting for the moment when you act out your own beliefs?

Is it waiting for the moment when you drop your false act?

Is it waiting for the moment when you face the facts?

That you're pumping your life for someone else's ideas

That you're living your life under someone else's fear

That it's time to shift your vision, time to move your head

Get up out of submission. I'm counting heads, how many are left?

The fingers of one hand keep stretching

The fingers of both hands keep stretching

And all I see is Rock 'n' Roll

All I hear is Rock 'n' Roll

I turn the pages of the book, and force my weary eyes to look

At the product of our modern world

At the product of our civilised world

And a child's face looks out at me, questioning

Why does this have to be?

And I can't find any answer, not that dead ears can hear

Do I make myself clear?

It's been said that we must progress for humanity

But looking at the truth of that mockery

I wonder if our minds have progressed anywhere

And I wonder if there's any humanity there

The sightless eyes looking at me

Questioning why does this have to be

And I can't find any answers not that dead ears can hear

Do I make myself clear?

If you're an activist not while getting pissed

If you're gonna do something make sure you don't miss

That's a dangerous game to play

What use are you if you're banged up?

You can't beat them on the streets

So duck and dive a little

Hide the fiddles

Play them at their own game

Stay with them all the way

Know what and why they are doing things

And create alternatives

Police are still snooping, awaiting the big nick

Like fishermen baiting the fish

Tempting us to take the risk

This time, this time they've made the impossible

The new AIDS infection from EMI the treatment

To replace the old spermicide