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So Thatcher's slime escape again, more of the shit they make us take
Still no end to their sick reign
See Margret's army rule again, four more years to kill
The same, more of the napalm, neutron, and hate
And meanwhile Russia sits and waits
Prepares her perfect time to attack. The seconds gone
Annihilate

There's a bomb gone off in Harrods, yet another in Belfast
Well I say bollocks to her army
In fact, kiss my arse
The army aims for one thing
Inflicts misery and pain
Well, for what you do to others you must expect the same
In Eastern countries people cry people cry
In Northern Ireland, people die people die
In America and England bank their lives their lives

Throughout the whole world people cry
Throughout the whole world people die
And worldwide leaders fuck our lives

Murder you scream
Well that's not the way I look at things
But is it right
To gun down children 'cause they've got their own feelings
These monsters that you title
You're madden 'till insane
Well in my book you're a bastard 'cause to you it's just a game. Plunging deeper and deeper in to a sea of degradation
Still looking for our answers to stop annihilation
Thatcher's barmy army
Who just shit upon the poor
Kinnock's fucking puppets for the people
Fuck off
The police, the marines, all chose to side with them
The S.I.S. - they're hitmen to break rebellion
They all don't give two fucks for us
So I've no time for them
They can build their Berlin Walls but we will smash them down
Again

They tear our fucking half, expect us to slave on their behalf
They're fucking living in the past

It was your bomb in Harrods and
They're your bombs in Belfast
Because that's what you've created
It ain't no fault of ours, you arse
These bastards that you're naming
Why not try the mirror mate
'Cause that bastard's your reflection
Your oppression creates the hate