If you can drink champagne and smoke cigars

And never get your fingers burnt

and eat caviar at hotels five star

and hold sway with lessons learnt

If you know without talent you will go far

As you trumpet blow and tell your lies

If you asked to be judged by the size of your car

and in return you judgeth likewise

If you can cooly recount years of war

yet wash your hands of blood stained tears

And care not one jot whilst your wealth does soar

nor give a second thought for worldy fears

Nor worry nor care that there is more to come

And say it is entirely what is meant to be

And if questions difficult are asked play dumb

And look dignified when talk is of humanity

If you can be severed at your head

Yet grow back stronger when all is done

If your history is strong and well bred

And your power passes from father to son

If you can tame the masses with clever words

If you know the power of divide and rule

Yet with the commoner strike a chord

Whilst within your grip play them as a fool

If you turn a blind eye to dirty deals

And retain both faces when others waver

If you know the cost of every meal

And the value of the uncalled favour

If you can look sad and hide your greed

And play it all by the book don’t show your hand

And inwardly smile when hearts do bleed

Yet pretend to make a virtuous stand

If your favourite colour is Georges white, don’t dabble in greys

And if you like the look in the mirror

If you play your cards tight not show your ways

And you always know you are a winner

If you embrace prejudice all around you

And not really give a damn

And long for the survival of the fairest few

Then my son the world is yours and you are a real big man.

so who gives a toss
not the corporate boss
theyre all laughing at you
your day dream has gone
wake up son
weve got some killing for you to do
no its not nice
but its reality
better stay at home
and watch it on tv
cos its a holiday in cambodia
where your life is fuckinmg cheap
its holiday in cambodia
where the dollar doesnt weep
so what

food is good food

war is so damned quick and clean
no longer helps controls the proles
no longer sends them to an early grave
need something other than a war machine

through global advertising you stuff your face
greed and gluttony is all the rage
double size, whopper size its all the same
clog your veins at a hearty pace

cant stop you direct to breed
but i have 500 years of tricks up my sleeve
if i cant starve you or freeze you to death
i will get my kicks from your daily feed.

additives presrvatives e numbers galore
harmless names one letter long
with smiley faces what can be wrong
the scientists are our dirty whore

eat up your meat it is good for you
timebomb tickimg away inside of you
dont balme us its your free choice
chose your poison to fly through you

we know whats best we give it straight
cjd never cross the food chain
smoking linked to cancer do me a favour
have a free drink its arsenic laced

veggies dont get away from us
weve got all sorts for your delight
wash it clean thats no good
carcinogenic organics is a must

do the noble thing let us try it out on you
we have a billion pound industryto justify
germ warfare is what we do best
keeps the race down to the fairest few

control the tap so water dont flow
except in my bath that is champange full
you dont care what really goes on
as long as the tv dont give you a show

whatever you do wherever you go
we have a way of getting through
on your phone, tv, computer or car
we are there saying hello

or rather saying goodbye
cos one by one and sure by facts
your days are numbered
and we will make sure you die.

the three r's of life
rebel
relax
regret

another war in my name
another war its all the same
war to protect national interest
war to protect innocent civillians
i dont believe your war is right
i dont believe your war is right
take control you nod my head
take control until im dead
tainted with your unjust murder
ring my hands with blood stained tears
youve done this to save your position
youve done this for time before
i dont want to be your puppet
i dont want you no more
you do not have my permission
to say this wars for me
i dont believe a word your saying
through your lies i can see
shares in munition companies
but of course its all off shore
profit before human suffering
always protect the bottom line
sell the arms to one another
sell the arms to care not who
big orders make your money
big orders see you through
how do you sleep at night
is that what your taught to do
from a very early dawning
this is so simple to you
kill the children is what your game is
kill the mothers is jackpot bonus
kill non whites is rollover friday
this is how you control our numbers
this is how you maintain power
i wont have my hands bloodied
by your tortured damned lies
not complicit in your murder
with this line i sever our ties
good bye immoral leader
good night evil preacher
it took me an age to do it
but in the end i see through you

i am not unknown person
i dont want your dirty war
i wont wash your dirty dishes
i wont be your dirty whore

divide and rule
is a tool
used by the state
to trap the fool
so dont hesitate
say no to racism
say n o to sexism
say no to discrimination
dont do their dirty work for them
dont be in pawn in their grand design
dont let them play you
all for one and one for all
stand proud stand tall
link arms and we will not fall.

suffer little children die un for me
suffer little children die un for me
are you so blind you cannot see
a price of the barrell tis all that matters to me
no not never your right to be
so suffer little children die un for me
suffer little chilfdren die un for me.

i feed you lies in black and white
close the curtains shut out the light
feed your fear feed your fright
out of mind out of sight
not one tear for your plight
so suffer little children die un for me
suffer little children die un for me

500 years of history 500 years of hypocrosy
kneel for me and you shall see
there's no such thing as democrocy
whats crap for you is good for me
so suffer little children die un for me
suffer little children die un for me

pat on the head given a bone
plasma screen and ipad phone
keeps you happy and alone
i bags the rest for my own
yuo stay in the comfort zone
so suffer little children die un for me
suffer little children die un for me

repeat the story for the fools gold galore
who bang their head against the door
in a vain hope of a scrap for more
a bit too late they know the score
you cant touch me you are my whore
so suffer little children die un for me
suffer little children die un for me