A Piss in the Ocean (Live at The Venue, New Cross, 1/30/1994)

歌詞

Punk played it's own important role in the fight against oppression Aired awareness, new opinions, destroyed formerly accepted obsessions Right out the window went stale traditions, false morals blinded hope Respect for authority joined them; we made them a standing joke We said, "fuck off" smarmy popstar shits portraying images of a perfect world Smearing a happy, clean face on reality, "it's the Queens Jubilee..." go to hell Refusing to be puppets with the promise of a future, there is no future So never mind the bollocks, because anarchy in the UK suits us The public screamed in outcry, demanded immediate termination The "scum of the earth" has raised its voice "How could they do this to our nation?" The media tried to destroy us, stop the 'poor mans' rock invasion The exposure only helped us reveal their hopeless situation Gaining in momentum and numbers, we needed spokesmen And that came from four people from the real world, just like the rest of us We now had a voice, an alternative, our message getting louder Nothing now could stop us rising up to meet their fast advancing challenge But when the challenge came, they crumbled, as the four proved easy prey For the states clever weapon money proved too tempting once again Big bastard business cheque books opened up and then swallowed Those leeches sucked hard slyly, and we couldn't believe the scenes that followed Punk shops - " roll up! Buy your rebellion here!" Badges, posters, bondage, books, colouring for your hair Like sheep they flocked to buy punk rock, a part of the new threat! The country laughed and screamed "punk flop"; it now seemed punk was dead! They toured the lands to Disneyland And ripped the state apart Destroyed the music status quo And created a new start Their jet set pads, the sunny land The songs of train robbings It's just all more money in the bank So come on boys and girls and sing We stood and could only watch As they took everything we stood for And made a mockery of it The four feeding finance straight back Into the system they supposedly despised What was once the black flag of anarchy Was now the colours of the Union Jack The movement, punk rock, who cares? We are just another band; they were just another band Direct action is what achieves change, not miming to words, How much longer must we sing the same old song? Crawling from the mess that they'd left standing as our future We realised we needed 'no one' to mouth off our message for us Told big business to take a running jump, went back underground where we started The tribe then split, as some stayed behind to mourn