Lyrics to I Stand Accused :
I stand accused, I feel abused, won’t someone listen to me?
I see your face; I see no trace. I ask no sympathy
I stand accused, I feel abused, won’t someone listen to me?
I see your face; I see no trace. I ask no sympathy.

Two men can seal my fate, and you, you just see them straight
No flaws, no falses, so secure, how can you be so sure?
I stand accused, I feel abused, won’t someone listen to me?

I see your face; I see no trace. I ask no sympathy
How do you sleep at nights, you must be so sure that
I’m the one who speaks no truth, how can you be so sure?
I stand accused, I feel abused, won’t someone listen to me?
I see your face; I see no trace. I ask no sympathy.

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it to me,
I have no faith in your liberty,
can you see by the way I dress,
I’m not your level, I am less.

I stand accused, I feel abused, won’t someone listen to me?
I see your face; I see no trace. I ask no sympathy
I stand accused, I feel abused, won’t someone listen to me?
I see your face; I see no trace. I ask no sympathy

Lyrics to Soldier :
In a station in the city a British soldier stood
Talking to the people there if the people would
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain
And the lonely British soldier wished he was back home again

Come join the British Army! said the posters in his town
See the world and have your fun, come serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll

For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost
Just ten years in the army getting paid for being bossed
Then leave a man experienced a man who's made the grade
A medal and a pension, some mem'ries and a trade

Then came the call to Ireland as the call had came before
Another bloody chapter in an endless civil war
The priests they stood on both sides the priests they stood behind
Another fight in Jesus's name the blind against the blind

The soldier stood between them, between the whistling stones
And then the broken bottles that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burnt his hands the nails that pierced his skin
And now wished that he'd stayed at home surrounded by his kin

The station filled with people the soldier soon was bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers with daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun

A yell of fear a screech of brakes the shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the door
Dragging children crying from the bomb upon the floor

The soldier stood and could not move his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse
He could not run to pick it up and throw it in the street
There were far too many people there, too many running feet

Take cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your lives
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives
They turned towards the soldier, their eyes alive with fear
For God's sake save our children or they'll end their short lives here

The soldier moved towards the bomb his stomach like a stone
Why was this his battle God why was he alone
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England to those he loved so well

He saw the sights of summer felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning world so soon would it be gone

A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor his blood a crimson lake
They never heard him cry or shout they never heard him moan
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones

The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost to the game
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel songs
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong

But will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of that soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a means towards the end
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend

Lyrics to Empty Street :
Walking on the empty street with tomorrow on my mind.
Every day it seems the same I find it hard to reason why,
a reason why.

I see the man in the big black car wishing he could have my place.
Give him just a week of my life and wipe the smile off from his face,
off from his face.

Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last.
Why can’t I just look forward? It’s not sympathy I ask.
We’ve reached the turning point; we’ve reached the point of no return.
I don’t think they’ll ever listen so now’s the time to act.

Look around can you see my life, just a wide and empty space,
looking for encouragement of a worthwhile thing to do, a thing to do.
The country's in a hell of a state everyday upon the news,
it’s all the same, if they win it’s always us they will abuse,
they will abuse.

Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last.
Why can’t I just look forward? It’s not sympathy I ask.
We’ve reached the turning point; we’ve reached the point of no return.
I don’t think they’ll ever listen so now’s the time to act.

Walking on the empty street with tomorrow on my mind.
Every day it seems the same I find it hard to reason why,
a reason why.

Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last.
Why can’t I just look forward? It’s not sympathy I ask.
We’ve reached the turning point; we’ve reached the point of no return.
I don’t think they’ll ever listen so now’s the time to act.

Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last.
Why can’t I just look forward? It’s not sympathy I ask.
We’ve reached the turning point

Lyrics to Brighton Bomb :
Are they at war, who can justify?
Are you so holy, have you got the right?
Who is the judge and who is your jury?
Or let them get it by decree?
What do you hold in front, hold in front of them?
It's only your Democracy.

There a killer on the street, a killer on the trigger.
And who is the winner, and who is the winner.
Theres a bomb gone off in Brighton, a bomb gone off to kill.
Theres a bomb gone off in Brighton, a bomb gone off to kill.

Killers Unite, killers with the right.
Do you hold the pistol or cut by the knife.
So cry to me of cowards, and countries with the right,
The right to take up a fight.
Wiped out in a sea of hate, as dust falls in the night.
Never to learn till disaster strikes.

There a killer on the street, a killer on the trigger.
Theres a bomb gone off in Brighton, a bomb gone off to kill.
Theres a bomb gone off in Brighton, a bomb gone off to kill.

Are they at war, who can justify?
Are you so holy, have you got the right?
Who is the judge and who is your jury?
Or let them get it by decree?
What do you hold in front, hold in front of them?
It's only your Democracy.

Theres a bomb gone off in Brighton, a bomb gone off to kill.
Theres a bomb gone off in Brighton, a bomb gone off to kill.
Theres a bomb gone off in Brighton, a bomb gone off to kill.
Theres a bomb gone off in Brighton, a bomb gone off to kill

Lyrics to Power Of The Press :
Robby and Rupe, who’ll we’ll do it to next?
Who can we buy? Who can we impress?
I bought a football team, I got the money it’s so obscene.

This is what the country thinks you might think it fucking stinks,
it doesn't matter what you think. It’s sold you and fight we must.

Power of the press, the nation thinks through me.
Power of the press; don’t believe what you read.
Rupert's got shaggy pants and money in the bank.
Robert’s got socialist clothes, where’s his conscience? No one knows.

Robby and Rupe, who’ll we’ll do it to next?
Who can we buy? Who can we impress?
I just bought a football team, I got the money it’s so obscene.

Power of the press, the nation thinks through me.
Power of the press; don’t believe what you read.

Rupert's got shaggy pants and money in the bank.
Robert’s got socialist clothes, where’s his conscience? No one knows

Lyrics to Stab In The Back :
Call himself a brother, call himself a friend, put him on the moment, you can see he’s just pretend.
Smile your way through it, a kiss in the end. Smile to the fullest, we know you’re just pretend.

Stab in the back, stab in the back, stab in the back, from those who should attack.
Stab in the back, stab in the back, stab in the back, from those who should attack.

Kelly I’ll find you ‘cause I am the judge Kelly I’ll find you when my money isn’t low, there was a struggle,
There was a war, stand and be counted. Whatcha running for?

Stab in the back, stab in the back, stab in the back, from those who should attack.
Stab in the back, stab in the back, stab in the back, from those who should attack.

Call himself a brother, call himself a friend, put him on the moment, you can see he’s just pretend.
Smile your way through it, a kiss in the end. Smile to the fullest, we know you’re just pretend.

Stab in the back, stab in the back, stab in the back, from those who should attack.
Stab in the back, stab in the back, stab in the back, from those who should attack.

Call himself a brother, call himself a friend, put him on the moment, you can see he’s just pretend.
Smile your way through it, a kiss in the end. Smile to the fullest, we know you’re just pretend.

Stab in the back, stab in the back, stab in the back, from those who should attack.
Stab in the back, stab in the back, stab in the back, from those who should attack.
Stab in the back, stab in the back, stab in the back, from those who should attack

Lyrics to Guns For The Afghan Rebels :
Guns for the Afgan Rebels,
And the rest the rest they've go to label
The hammer and sickle seems so ficlke
When the tanks are rolling in

They fight with muskets
But never surrender
The tanks are rolling in..

Taking guns to Afghanastan
Taking guns to Afghanastan
Taking guns to Afghanastan
Taking guns to Afghanastan

As the gold goes cold the rich are told
Theres rebel men and rebels boys
Rebels with a cause

Taking guns to Afghanastan
Taking guns to Afghanastan
Taking guns to Afghanastan
Taking guns to Afghanastan

Guns for the Afgan Rebels,
Or the countries will start to tremble,
Not the first not the last,
As Afgan is trying to ..??

Taking guns to Afghanastan
Taking guns to Afghanastan
Taking guns to Afghanastan
Taking guns to Afghanastan

Lyrics to I Understand :
Nineteen years old
What an age to die
Ashford is a prison
where they hide or die

Richard Campbell
Were you mad?
Or just a bit insane?

Was it being a Rasta
cause you so much pain

white nigger
black nigger

Bleed the same

white nigger
black nigger

Rasta boy in prison

white nigger
black nigger

they made sure,
He'd never
see his twentieth year

when you're a number
you're never a name

they took away his faith
..a candle
..without a flame

the law of animals
destroy what you don't understand

Lyrics to Mr. Politician :
Mr. Position sitting on your perch
Looking at the numbers, thinking what we’re worth

You’re price is your conscience when though it allowed
So put your finger infidel
We’re only good when we’re down

What can we say what suspense?
From the wings of democracy they say is right
So we can go forth with hand in hand
listen to our betters make dead a man
but don’t forget where you’ve come from
Down at the bottom where you belong

Would it do any good if I voted for a leech?
Maybe the leech would practice what he preached

They don’t give a fuck
They don’t give a toss
Your vote for a pig, it wont be no loss

Mr. Position sitting on your perch
Looking at the numbers, thinking what we’re worth

You’re price is your conscience when though it allowed
So put your finger infidel
We’re only good when we’re down

Mr. Politician
Mr. Politician
Mr. Politician
Practice what you preach

Lyrics to Kids On The Street :
Kids on the street
Are the kids that you meet
Long haired short haired
Black and white
Kids on the street just
Kids that you meet
Know how to laugh
And they know how to cry
Just go on and on
They never die
Cause the kids on the street
Are the kids that you meet
I wish they all could have their say
And the world would change
>From day to day
No more worries
Nothing but laughs
Cause the kids on the street
Are the kids that you meet
All you kids black and white
Together we are dynamite
Never wait a moment too long
Not tomorrow
Tomorrow is too long
Cause the kids on the street
Are the kids that you meet
Cause the kids on the street
Are the kids that you meet
We're the Geordie kids (Geordie kids)
We're the kids on the street
We're the Belfast kids(Belfast kids)
We're the kids that you meet
We're the Birmingham kids (Birmingham kids)
We're the kids on the street
We're the Glasgow kids (Glasgow kids)
We're the kids that you meet