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Increase the pressure

1984

01. Increase the pressure
02. Law and order
03. From protest to resistance
04. Tough shit mickey
05. Punk inn'it
06. As others see us
07. Cruise
08. The positive junk
09. The system maintains
10. Berkshire cunt
11. The guilt and the glory (how many more lies)
12. Stop the city
13. One nation under the bomb
14. Blind attack
15. Vietnam serenade
16. Blood morons
17. Exploitation
18. Whichever way you want it

Cruise

Cruise missiles have arrived, despite our protest and anger
The fucked up fucking shits took no notice of our banners
They ignored the nation's pleas of a chance to work for peace
They reinforced their laws and brought their servants to their knees

While Maggie sits back in her province of power
The nation's scared shitless in fear of a shower
Of the worst thing that would be possible
The destruction of the world, the murder of us all
God save the Queen, are you sure it ain't the banks?
It's the profit of all nations that makes the leaders wank
From the Germans to the Russians and the Great British too
The people are the same, it's the Government who...

...Fuck, rape and destroy our world they treat as a toy
The truth they abuse and hide with war, threats, system and lies
Thirty million will die while the royals and Government hides
So, the nation's wealth can survive but the rest of us just fry

The man Hesletine sits and gloats at his warheads
Thatcher observes, "oh, there's a hundred thousand more dead"
The missiles roar over, there's nothing they can do
But there's still a chance to stop it and that relies on me and you
Maggie sucks Andropov in her brothel of power
While Reagan gives speeches of bullshit to cover
The fact that its profit that brought the missile fear
Well ram them up your own arse, because we don't want them here
What are we going to be doing now it's 1984?

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While Maggie sits back in her province of power 
The nation's scared shitless in fear of a shower 
Of the worst thing that would be possible 
The destruction of the world, the murder of us all 
God save the Queen, are you sure it ain't the banks? 
It's the profit of all nations that makes the leaders wank 
From the Germans to the Russians and the Great British too 
The people are the same, it's the Government who...

...Fuck, rape and destroy our world they treat as a toy 
The truth they abuse and hide with war, threats, system and lies 
Thirty million will die while the royals and Government hides 
So, the nation's wealth can survive but the rest of us just fry

The man Hesletine sits and gloats at his warheads 
Thatcher observes, "oh, there's a hundred thousand more dead" 
The missiles roar over, there's nothing they can do 
But there's still a chance to stop it and that relies on me and you 
Maggie sucks Andropov in her brothel of power 
While Reagan gives speeches of bullshit to cover 
The fact that its profit that brought the missile fear 
Well ram them up your own arse, because we don't want them here 
What are we going to be doing now it's 1984?