Vintage aromas and vintage ideals
Old men greying to a dying country's needs
Waiting for a knighthood to while away the hours
Listen and learn now it's time to kill your betters
Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat
Hospital closures kill more than car bombs ever will
And it saves money because people are expendable
Cold shoulder insurgents and love arms dealers
Everybody's taking drugs because it makes governing easier
Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat
Sell out the past and learn to obey
You spit out and douse a molotov cocktail
Revolution soon dies, sold out for a pay rise
China, Russia, England, all washed up in power abuse
Terrorism is an excuse that the ruling class use
Wipe out aristocracy now, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
England makes judgements of old school propaganda
The only threat to heads are silenced by dumb pleasure
Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat
Old men greying to a dying country's needs
Waiting for a knighthood to while away the hours
Listen and learn now it's time to kill your betters
Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat
Hospital closures kill more than car bombs ever will
And it saves money because people are expendable
Cold shoulder insurgents and love arms dealers
Everybody's taking drugs because it makes governing easier
Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat
Sell out the past and learn to obey
You spit out and douse a molotov cocktail
Revolution soon dies, sold out for a pay rise
China, Russia, England, all washed up in power abuse
Terrorism is an excuse that the ruling class use
Wipe out aristocracy now, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
England makes judgements of old school propaganda
The only threat to heads are silenced by dumb pleasure
Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat
envoyé par Bernart Barleby - 26/11/2015 - 17:43
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La traccia che dà il titolo all’EP del 1990, uno dei primissimi parti della band gallese.
Già ai loro esordi la poetica dei manics appariva già molto chiara: “Le chiusure degli ospedali uccidono molta più gente che non le auto-bomba, e in più fanno risparmiare soldi perché le persone sono sacrificabili… Il terrorismo è solo un pretesto ad uso della classe dirigente…”
Niente di più attuale.