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Broken glass is everywhere, crunchin' underfoot,
the windswept streets preparing for the flood.
A priest with a bible is doing all the plugs,
jobs now are seconary to sex and drugs.
Honesty is our only weapon,
walls come tumbling down.
There's a panic in the West,
and there's a rumblin' underground.
Sniff the air it only brings a stench of the Neu Smell.
Faceless icebergs burnin' down in Hell.
Dont worry son you know youll
go
far,
Daddy's gonna' buy you a brand spanking new guitar.
Sometimes I think the whole world's against me,
somethimes I think I'm gonna' win.
In the depths of the quagmire,
the only thing is never to give in.
Subterranean vibrations as the masses start to rise.
Pseudo zombies can't believe their eyes.
Light a fire in our hearts, things begin to boil,
energy comes draining down, soaking through the soil.
- Album:
- Perfume And Piss
- Midnight Madness & Beyond
- Miscellaneous
- A Fridge Too Far
- Catch 23 EP
- Leather Bristles No Survivors & Sick Boys
- No Need To Panic
- Ha Ha
- Wot A Bargain EP
- Give Me Fire (Live)
- Punk Revolution, Vol.3 (Live)
- Punk Society, Vol.1 (Live)
- Punk as Fuck
- Cruel & Unusual
- Race Against Time - The Complete Clay Recordings
- God Save This Box!
- Aceh Revolution
- The Punk Rock Hits
- Dead on Arrival: A Punk Rock Anthology
- Total Rundgång, Volume 1