I met a man there upon the street with a ragged beard but his hair clipped neat
And all he owned was in a sack by his feet and he said mate give me a moment

Oy brother take pity on me lend me 50p and they say get a fucking job
Oy mate don’t you know life’s tough away from home when they say get a fucking job


6: Deadend Baghead

I had some friends but I outdrew them
I played my cards before I drew them
I live to win I hate to lose
I’ve been around my mind is firing I can’t find work nobody’s hiring

I have no more bridges to burn I have no more lessons to learn
I’ll sit on my throne I’ll be king of my own lonely world of the self righteous arsehole

I survived the epidemic of 2009
Saw the financial crisis hit now everything is fine
I’m the way I am because I choose I have nothing left to lose
The lights are off the TV’s on there’s no one home I’ll soon be gone 

I have no more bridges to burn I have no more lessons to learn
I’ll sit on my throne I’ll be king of my own lonely world of the self righteous arsehole


7: Self Righteous Arsehole

See the faces on your screens, the ones who grace the magazines 
That scream your name out in your dreams the ones that you adore
They clamor for appreciation, need a fixture on the station, testament to bad creation crying out for more
Villains will approve them and you'll have the chance to prove them, to cast your vote and enter in to this world of confusion
But heroes are all manufactured, life illusion, light refracted lies are truth are now compacted into something less

The blind are all leading the blind
 And the deaf are all leading the deaf
I will not stand up and be counted
Tagged, collected unaccounted
I will shout out with my dying breath
I will not serve you!

Who on earth can justify the shit you're told you need to buy
From gurus on the upper shelf who think they know you best
They want the power and need the wealth improvement at the cost of health look in the mirror and tell yourself how much is still to come
The fabric frays the screws are loose, opinion never backed with proof join the chase for more wild goose, hand over your details!
Pay for Armageddon in installments, words and pictures, what enthrallments an expertly devised performance you will never see

The blind are all leading the blind
 And the deaf are all leading the deaf
I will not stand up and be counted
Tagged, collected unaccounted
I will shout out with my dying breath
I will not serve you!


8: Non Servium

I don’t wear a uniform cos I have no will to conform
The grief that went down before I was born has taught me how to think
The UK’s not a fascist state but believe me man we won’t have long to wait
And folks like you will think that’s great until your rights are gone

Strip the shirt from off your back forced to march upon the track
Soldier on and don’t look back at the life you left behind
Become a number not a name think and act and look the same
As long as you shoulder the blame while you still have a voice

Fascist UK the way it’s gonna be


9: Hitler Youth

Here’s to the old man who drinks on his own
Talking to strangers that he’ll never know 
Because isolation is no kind of home
We live on the edge of defeat

Here’s to the mother who’s bound to the home
Can’t leave the house cos there’s nowhere to go
And here’s to the agencies who don’t want to know
We live on the edge of defeat

Here’s to the officer who kicks down the door
And binds your hands while you’re pressed to the floor
And here’s to the children he works to support
We live on the edge of defeat

Here’s to the brave lads that die in Iraq
Our boys or their boys they’re not coming back
I’m not saying change the record I’m saying change the track
We live on the edge of defeat

Here’s to the young men who drink through the night
Go down the town in the hope of a fight
You think when you’re young you will never die
We live on the edge of defeat

Here’s to the old man who drinks on his own 
And the young man with a rifle so far from home
You enter this world and you leave it alone
We live on the edge of defeat

Here’s to the young men, popping and locking
They march on down to London and come back in a coffin
Picking a war with their own boys in blue
A time to stand up and fight but they say fuck you
Your rights are gone your days are numbered


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Luddite Bastard are a 5 Piece band from Derby, England.
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