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We Can Change the World

Rearrange the World

It's Dying ................................... To Get Better

It's Dying - if you believe in justice
It's Dying - and if you believe in freedom
It's Dying - let a man live his own life
It's Dying - rules and regulations, who needs them
Throw them out the door!

No one else can take your place

 

 

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Текст: На цепи у навязчивой идеи Выбивая окна, вышибая двери Электрический импульс мысли моей Набирает силу в оборотах цепей Заключение врача — на бумаге текст Я сама себе психологический тест Закаляя ночь нарушением сна Не спастись, не сбежать Голова-тюрьма Голова-тюрьма Голова-тюрьма Голова-тюрьма Голова Голова-тюрьма Голова-тюрьма Голова-тюрьма Голова На цепи у навязчивой идеи Напрягая мышцы, надрывая нервы Электрический импульс туда-сюда Голова-тюрьма, голова-тюрьма Голова-тюрьма Голова-тюрьма Голова-тюрьма Голова Голова-тюрьма Голова-тюрьма Голова-тюрьма Голова...

 

Text: Chained to an obsession Breaking windows, kicking doors Electric impulse of my thought Gaining strength in the turns of the chains Doctor's conclusion - text on paper I'm my own psychological test Tempering the night with sleep disturbance Don't escape, don't run away prison head prison head prison head prison head Head prison head prison head prison head Head Chained to an obsession Straining muscles, straining nerves Electrical impulse back and forth Jail head, prison head prison head prison head prison head Head prison head prison head prison head Head...

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Road blocks and fire
Barb wire upon barb wire
This is not your country

Armoured cars, corrugated scars
Graffiti scrawls:
"This is not your country"

Home sweet fortress
Gunshot - we hate your kind
Get back!
This is not your country

I need some air
And I'm stopped and repeatedly questioned:
"Born and raised ?"
But this is not my country

We're old news
All's well
Say BBC scum
One child shot, but so what?

Laid my son
In a box, three feet long
And I still don't know why

A short walk home becomes a run
And I'm scared
In my own country

We're old news
All's well
Say BBC scum
Everybody's under control
Of our surveillance globes

We're old news
All's well
And thirty years could be a thousand
And this Peugeot ad
Spins round in my head
British soldier pointing a gun
And I'm only trying to post a letter
A short walk home becomes a run
And I'm scared, and I'm scared, I am scared

Old news
All's well
BBC scum

You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth

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