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SHIT​!​! 12" EP

by NO SIR I WON'T

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This is so good I bought it twice: first digitally, then tracked down a physical copy. They capture the energy of prime anarcho-punk bands (think Crass, Conflict, & early Chumbawamba) & transform it into something completely their own Favorite track: THE THIRD WORLD.
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the clock's running down, you've got to get across town the entertainment starts at 8, she won't forgive you if you're late can't waste a moment on your way to waste your time don't want to miss a second of the advertising line and now the show's beginning, watching beasts tear themselves apart and now the woman's on the ground, is this real or is this art? the pain is so compelling, screaming what's it all about? well she was begging for it, so we never bothered to find out and the costumes are so beautiful, skin shining like the sun smiling through her bright white teeth as darkness closes in and the camera pulls away, those sounds echo down the hall we never wanted anything like this at all open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, no horror shows upon your face killing time, you kill yourself, but time's just begging to be wasted you open up your mouth to say the same old shit again you open up your asshole and let the bastards in you only open up your eyes when your favorite show is on why can't you open up your fucking ears and listen, listen can't you hear what's wrong?
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government tells us there are certain words, certain obscenities, not fit for the radio their actions are not fit for humanity! this is step one the machine churns out music safe for the airwaves safe for your brainwaves while they supress journalism, control the media this is step two and the young ones feel the echo of rebellion and are satisfied never having looked on the true face but we don't need their media we can have our own radio was once the voice of the people the f.c.c. is controlled by money, and controls with fear the ad-man shoulder to shoulder with the military man ready to FIGHT so turn away from false prophets don't let anyone control your words take the third step
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RADIO SHIT 03:52
who wants to be on the fucking radio when the fucking radio is the same fucking shit as the bullshit television mindless nothing fuck censorship control fuck corporate corruption fuck corrupt communication fuck fuck censorship control fuck censorship control fuck censorship control what does it mean when the only thing we see is the prototypic product of the media tree the fruit fallen down to rot upon the ground but it's in that rotten shit that new life comes around is it too late to start it all again? there's so many people, just say where, just say when they want to shut us up, to take away our only weapon so all we can do is just ask a another question: why should we sing for the fucking radio when the fucking radio won't sing for us? but now the only ones doing any singing are the scabs and the turncoats singing to the cops selling out their records full of radio pop while we're screaming and shouting and no one gives a fuck because their eyes are glued to television, minds in the muck but i feel for you, o you fallen masses i know you've done nothing wrong you just let the government pick what was your favorite song and now the wolves are at your door and they're howling fit to break it down they'll tear you limb from limb if you don't tell them what they want don't! tell them what they want don't! tell them what they want don't! tell them what they want don't! sing your song for them sing it for yourself and everyone who knows the difference between real and something really full of shit FCC, aw bullshit, fuck you, fuck me the wars been done for years but all their propaganda still going on same fucking song except that you're the one doing all the singing you're the fucking turncoat, in bed with the cops selling out your friends for a cut off the top and the only question is: how much radio shit will it take for you to stop?
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System system with a capital S But who signs the papers? Who cleans up the mess? Are we janitors in the belly of the beast? Scrubbing the floors of a windowless office corporation co-operation while the real men of courage are down at the station hey bring me a coffee with plenty of cream while down in the cells we nod off and dream of la la la la la la la la love and peace and anarchy and all of the people we wanted to be And when we get out we feel so alone waiting for someone to bring the boys back home ... the system that makes the poor fight the wars of the rich forced to choose between soldier for the cause or digger in the ditch System system well it don't mean a thing a clockwork doll built to shoulder the burden a remedy by way of omission ignoring the truth behind our oppression the throne is empty, god is dead so we bow to the masters in our own heads and stand in line at the demonstration with a sign that has written "Bring the Boys Back Home" but what will we do if they really appear? Give em a handshake and buy them a beer? then throw them OUT on their ass when the last train's gone with nothing to eat, no way to keep warm then down by the river, the boredom sets in while they're up in the boardroom drinking tonic and gin bulletproof glass makes the silence complete so they don't hear the chant that rises up from the streets... ...and they don't care anyway [Bring the boys back home - chant] ... the system that makes the poor fight the wars of the rich forced to choose between soldier for the cause or digger in the ditch
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Your mind's your own The one thing they can't control and maybe the king up in his tower doesn't care if our minds fill with shit maybe he wants it that way after all, he's the one selling it and maybe the bosses don't give a fuck but down here we're all just people and i'd rather be down on my luck i'd rather be dead than recording the steady decay of our lives, our children, our art day by day by day by day by day so put it all down and walk away you have homes to go to and people to love and i know you just don't realize what it means to sleep in the dark and have someone decide what you dream
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It's hard to hear the truth sometimes but that's just it! if you don't ask why they've got you beat, they've left you blind deaf, dumb, ignorant, and contented like a child who hears but doesn't understand starving the poor and calling it "sanctions" endless war called a "police action" "enhanced techniques" make torture sound like sex glamorize brutality, well what the fuck is next? and when we are gone, it's not like they've said we haven't "passed on", we're just fucking dead that judeo-christian mummery it's not part of my philosophy how can you take it seriously? honestly, i'm just looking for some honesty but if you don't say it outright then it's just not real so you can rest easy and no one has to feel the pain of people in the news starving, and slaughtered it's miles away, that's not my boy bleeding, that's not my daughter she's safe here with me watching ads on TV that carve up her self-respect like a butcher carves his meat but don't worry about the price as we sow, so shall we reap nothing can come between you and your meal cut off from the truth and factory farmed so it's cheap and produced so far away that you'll never have to see it where it comes from, what it's eaten, drowning in it's own shit but never fear! we'll pump it up so you won't get a disease until the bacteria are immune to every drug that we've made and the private corporation has your health on a string and the loopholes insure that you won't feel a thing money is the real disease and we haven't got a cure yet but we all own shares in a future of death and debt our humanity sold for the Department of War and the next generation left to shoulder the burden but "responsibility" is an empty conversation robbing us blind while they exploit our desperation they shame us for our poverty when they're the ones that made it and blame us for lacking all the things that they've taken It's just like it was before It's just like it's always been Reclaim the language to free ourselves And wipe the slate clean "developing nations" where the third world once stood but developing into what? and for whom is it good? a sad reflection of the failure of the west capitalism, the father who knows best the government fights to make the dictators fall then we rebuild their country as a shopping mall industry in return for the life that we've stolen opening new markets for Coca-Cola and back here at home we've got Hollywood stars to say believe in America and buy a new car selling the same old shit with a brand new flavor sexist consumption and non-union labor the money we spend will safeguard our freedom but don't ask where it goes, that would be treason! just keep spending, just keep pushing the cart and keep on pretending til it all falls apart!

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SIX SONG 12" RELEASED NOVEMBER 2014 ON DRUNKEN SAILOR RECORDS. AVAILABLE HERE:
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