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Grinding Poverty
01:09
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Grinding poverty
Oi
Oi Oi
Ya Basta
You talk – your properties
I talk – grinding poverty
And you wonder why I’m ungrateful
Oi
You’re on the Rich List
I’m on your Shit List
And you wonder why I’m not grateful
Oi
We got the TAB and the liquor store
You got the stock market, free drinks galore
There’s a loan shark snapping at our heels
You got a broker making all your deals
Our trolleys full of instant noodles
While you’re busy buying treats for your labradoodles
So we’re not funding your expansion
And now we’re gonna occupy your mansion
Oi
Oi Oi
Ya Basta
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Capitalist cheerleaders (Fat gits in suits)
They meet in Melbourne, they meet in New York
They know what they’re doing, they do more than talk
Wealthy Elite Fraudsters, they’re slick and move fast
Profit comes first and other people come last
Capitalism works – don’t try to knock it
It works because the government’s in their pocket
They’ve got control of the money supply
But no politician is asking why
Chorus: Fat gits, fat gits, fat gits in suits
Don’t let your sisters near fat gits in suits (repeat)
Supporting ‘democracy’ is their stratagem
But when did we ever vote for them?
They pay the cops to keep us in line
They spell ‘success’ with a dollar sign
They trash your wages like never before
And wonder why they can’t make you spend more
They feed the workers into their machines
Business is war by another means
Chorus: Fat gits, fat gits, fat gits in suits
Don’t let your girlfriends near fat gits in suits (repeat)
They met in Gleneagles to carve up the turf
If you’re not one of them, you’re only a serf
They’re the cosa nostra and the cosa nova
They shoot you first and then run you over
They own the world and the company store
They don’t want a lot, they only want more
The boss has a car and a place to park it
But there’s not much freedom in the free market
Chorus: Fat gits, fat gits, fat gits in suits
Don’t let your mothers near fat gits in suits (repeat)
If you ask my opinion of their stewardship
I’ll drop my trousers, bend over and let rip
If we’re going to defeat their master plan
We need to eat the rich and burn the white man
Chorus: Fat gits, fat gits, fat gits in suits
Don’t let your brothers near fat gits in suits (repeat)
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3. |
Pirate Punk
04:48
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Pirate Punk
If you want to be free then listen to me
If you want to be free, sail to sea
Pack your trunk, get rid of all that junk
Pack your trunk, become a dirty pirate punk
Singalong:
The world’s on fire and the captain’s drunk
I’m going to be a pirate punk (repeat)
Wahey – now I’ve got your
Attention, why don’t you hoist the Jolly Roger
Wahey – become an artful dodger
Wahey – hoist the Jolly Roger
The world’s on fire and the president’s a liar
The captain’s drunk, the economy’s sunk
I’m off to be a pirate punk
I’m going to be a pirate punk
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4. |
John Key: a Love Song
03:41
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John Key - a love song
Haven’t you heard you’re having a love affair
With the brand John Key, self-made millionaire
The papers say the state house boy made good
But why do we need him, when we need Robin Hood
He’s in the ‘right’ party, got all the ‘right’ friends
For this rich crowd the party never ends
Mum and Dad investors would like to thank ya
John Key – What a banker
Sing-along bit
John Key, the one and only, he’s part donkey, he’s part show pony
Prime Minister, Prince charming, he’s a well stage managed media darling
Another meet ’n’ greet and he’s dressed for success
Sharing a laugh, smooching up the press
He’s oh so tight with the press gallery
I’ve seen more spine on old celery
Corporate media journo hacks
So well paid to watch John’s back
Hello Duncan, Hello Guyon
Tell me, what’s John Key’s bed like to lie on?
Sing along bit again
So if your bank account’s empty and your job's been axed
John Key's feeling ‘very relaxed’
He’s never ever had to put his arse on the line
For a cause that’s bigger than his bottle of wine
If you’re overworked and still on the bones of your arse
You can be sure the PM’s raising a glass
Who cares about the poor, that’s so last September
John Key – What a member
Sing-along bit
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5. |
Murder Media
01:54
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Murder Media
Murdoch writes the word on tabloid toilet paper
Black and white lies, mirrors, smoke and vapour
‘Propaganda must not serve the truth’
If it’s a good story you don’t need any proof
Murder Media
Don’t believe the papers
Whatever they say
Don’t believe the bollox
Tabloid Babylon; it’s not left but sinister
Horror shock and awe: MURDOCH HACKED MY HAMSTER
An idiot lantern show is the drug of choice
Doing what you’re told by His Master’s Voice
Murder Media
Don’t believe the newscast
Whatever they say
Don’t believe the bollox
Serving lies for lunch; Fox and Time Warner
Night nurse to the dead, glass eye in the corner
Murder Media – every home should have one
As Adolf advised – make the lie a big one
Whatever they say
Don’t believe the papers
Whatever they say
Don’t believe the bollox
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6. |
F is for Fascist
04:15
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F is for Fascist
F is for Fascist F-F-F-F-Fascist
A brain-dead nation Marching in formation
Tasty finger-lickin’ Flock of headless chicken
Public exclusion Planned confusion
Social engineering Rampant profiteering
New Right fascists Opiate of the masses
Corporate culture Everyone’s a vulture
Unelected power In a high-rise tower
Global bulldozer Closer and closer
Louder and louder Grinding you to powder
Global fascists Ashes to ashes
Fully commercial It’s controversial
A profit-driven focus Sharks, wolves and locusts
Seriously vicious Greedy avaricious
Business operators Right-wing dictators
Free trade Fascists Heroin and hashish
A far-right junta Preying on the punter
Privatised health Introduced by stealth
Fascist bureaucracy Media mediocracy
White man’s burden Coloured man’s murder
World Bank Fascists Conspiracy of racists
Market forces Flogged-to-death horses
Monetarist parrots A stick and no carrots
Gustav Mahler Didn’t live in Khandallah
Mussolini Always wore a beanie
Fascist state fascists Bullet wounds and gashes
Indoctrination A t.v. education
Using subliminal Methods (it’s criminal)
Confident idiots Ethical midgets
Following Big Brother Dobbing in your mother
Television fascists Millionaire elitists
Parliamentary fascists Slash and burn slashers
Multinational business Keeps on hittin’ us
Government tanks Defending the banks
True blue fascists
Round Table fascists
Media fascists
Off the peg fascists
Bargain basement fascists
Dirty hippy fascists
Business-friendly fascists
Billionaire fascists
Sweatshop fascists
Corporate fascists
Transnational fascists
WTO fascists
IMF fascists
Tory fascists
Kiwi fascists
Remuera fascists
Market fascists
Big business fascists
Transit fascists
City Hall fascists
Wall to wall fascists
Sure to fall fascists
Money-loving fascists
F-F-F-F-Fascist
F-F-F-F-Fascist
F-F-F-F-Fascist F-F-F-F-Fascist F-F-F-F-Fascist
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7. |
Know Your Enemy
03:59
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Know your enemy
It’s no mystery - know the history
Know the territory, know your enemy
Fonterritory - dirty dairy
Agrobusiness cash cow battery
Dairy industry milk farm factory
Laced with melamine to kill the baby
Stinking rivers up
Burning rainforest down
Pumping profits up
Taking the country down
Know your enemy, Rakon Industries
Kill civilians with technology
Death facility murder industry
Guides the missile to kill the baby
US strategy it’s a tragedy
Lacks the empathy, has no sympathy
Blowing things up and shooting people down
Spreading misery throughout history
Know your enemy - resist the infamy
Know your history and how it ought to be
Government policy false economy
Robs the parents and kills the baby
Fight state larceny and plutocracy
Have the temerity to challenge authority
It’s time to stand your ground and take the big guys down
Time to rise up, raise your fist up high
Eternal vigilance of the dissidents
Let’s turn things around and take the big man down.
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8. |
The Smuggler
01:24
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9. |
White Boy
02:41
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White boy
Chorus Oi White Boy
White Boy White Boy White Boy (repeat)
White Boy has a swastika skull
His favourite sport is a seal cull
White Boy – he’s addicted to violence
White Boy feeds on your silence
Chorus Oi white boy etc.
White Boy likes to see you bleed
White Boy is driven on by greed
White Boy riding a big fat tank
White Boy working in a bank
Chorus Oi white boy etc.
White Boy white face and head of bone
White Boy following you home
Makes you want to cross the street
White Boy is a cop on the beat
Chorus Oi white boy etc.
White Boy carries a concrete sack
White Boy is always watching your back
Look out - your money or your life
White Boy is packing a carving knife
Chorus Oi white boy etc.
White Boy – he treads a dark path
White Boy breaks wind in the bath
White Boy’s always in your face
He’s the cancer of the human race
Chorus Oi white boy etc.
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10. |
Feral Power
04:58
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Feral power
Working hard, trying to make ends meet, she’s living on her knees
Making money for the boss every day, making friends with the enemy
Stay down here, down low with me, down here on the street
Covered in dust, in each other we’ll trust, to get back on our feet
Chorus
‘Cause when we break free, from our captivity
Is when the weeds will flower, and we’ll have feral power
With our feral power, we’ll sink the ivory tower
It won’t wash off in the shower, no not feral power
It’s not enough to live your life without a sense of danger
They’ll take advantage of your trusting soul, and then treat you like a stranger
The system’s built to waste you man, it’s coming after me as well
I know this place, I’ve got some good friends here, we’re going
F-E-R-A-L
Chorus
Feral power’s something you can’t buy, it doesn’t come in a bottle or can
The only way that you can get it, is to stand right up to the “Man”
‘Cause suffering in silence, friend, only means that we’ll get done
We’re taking back our lives right now, with feral power it’s a lot more fun
They say if you want change, you can always write to your MP
Or sign another petition – yeah that’ll turn paper back into trees
But if you want some real change, you’re going to need something stronger
Pour on the feral power - yeah, it lasts a whole lot longer.
Chorus
‘Cause
We’re running on feral, running on feral, running on feral power
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