SUPERFICIAL
PEOPLE
She cut her hair in
the latest style
'though it did not suit her face
it got her one condescending smile
put her right back in her place Why
be a blank page in an open book
come judgement day it won't matter how you look CHORUS
We're superficial people
modern and modified
we're superficial people
gift wrapped garbage
cut and dried He
got the cash and the arrogance
yeah he even sold his soul
can't measure up to what they want
'cause they always move the goal Why
be a wage slave to factory or firm
come dying day it won't matter what you earn We're
superficial people
stunted and stupified
we're superficial people
blackmailed,bribed and beautified It's
all designed to keep you down
though you think that you're content
spend your life waiting in a queue
but you never reach the end........... TIMES
THEY ARE A CHANGIN'
Gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
Admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a changin. Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he who gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a changin. Mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
Don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a changin. TOMORROWS
SOLDIER
A gang outsde the chemsts restless
in the night
Conversation turns to the war they have to fight
Worried passers by too old to understand
How k ds in thirty years have gained the upper hand Tomorrow s soldier is on the street
Jeans to the knee boots on his feet
Tomorrows soldiers first battle
is won
When his life has only just began The mind of a schoolboy, sees it
crystal clear
Warriors from down the road, nothing to fear
Gone through the basic training, taught by higher ranks
Today it's fists and monkey boots, tomorrow bombs and tanks The children don't die from their
tribal warring
But at twenty one it's a different story
The uniform must change, die to save your land
The Generals can't see you, they're
safely underground Tomorrow's soldier is on the war
Hasn't got a clue what he's fighting for
Tomorrow's soldier's last battle is fought
And his life comes to a grinding halt U-R
A ROBOT
you are a robot
You are a robot
YOU ARE A ROBOT........ WE
CAME WE SAW
We got no security
But nothings certain anyway
Got to live from day to day - okay Dedications absolute
Here we are the living proof
Face to face to tell the truth to you CHORUS
We came,we saw
We're ready and we're back for more
Join hands and stand
Together one for all They steal our creativity
Sentence us to poverty
It's legal daylight robbery you see The page was written long ago
A script for life
A minor role
still we got time to take control,I know... WHERE
ARE WE NOW?
All boys together,I was odd girl
out
playing with fire,playing too loud
living on nothing,surviving on dreams
my mind is a waste land of what should have been CHORUS
Where are they all now
does anybody know?
We had some good times
going against the flow He played out of time,he sang out of
tune
spent all his rent on a new tattoo
he got into drugs late,then got a new girl
played mummies and daddies just for the thrill I never believed we'd end up like this
as I lie on my bed and reminisce
The years go by,for better or worse
has it been a blessing or a killer curse? YOU'LL
NEVER KNOW
See the beautiful people smile
so cold they freeze.
Draped in furs, his and hers, can't see the woods for the trees.
Sugar and spice and all things nice the fatal mistake
M'lady the people have no bread "What's wrong with cake?" If you have to ask you'll never
know
If you have to ask you'll never know
you'll never know They said the sun would never set
where the flag of freedom flies
Years and years of heavy rain centuries of lies
The Holy Land through to Vietnam Christian soldiers came
Plundering in the name of God "Why should we feel ashamed?" If you have to ask you'll never
know
If you have to ask you'll never know
you'll never A razor blade around his neck,
coke spoon for the wife
For them it is the real thing adds a touch of life
Without a care drive through Leicester Square across to Piccadilly
Circus.
Corpses stare from the penny arcade "Are they flying hihg like us?"
If you have to ask you'll never
know
If you have to ask you'll never know
you'll never know YOUNG
BLOOD
Down the town it's Friday night
See a band get in a fight
Flash of steel, end of fun
Growing up has just begun More young blood, every day, ok
Life down the drain
More young blood, every day, ok
Isn't it a shame
More young blood, every day, ok
Spilt in the streets
More young blood, every day Down to football here we go
Tried to find last years foe
They live behind a different scarf
So we fight them for a laugh More young blood, every day, ok
Life down the drain
More young blood, every day, ok
Isn't it a shame
More young blood, every day, ok
Spilt in the streets
More young blood, every day
Here they come over the park
Shouts and war cries in the dark
Flash of steel, end of fun
Growing up has just begun More young blood, every day, ok
Life down the drain
More young blood, every day, ok
Isn't it a shame
More young blood, every day, ok
Spilt in the streets
More young blood every day Ok YOU CAN'T
BUY BACK THE DEAD
Marketing new miracles to keep us off the
streets
Some fall by the wayside uninvited to the feast
Welcome home the vulture men to pick the bodies clean
cover up and sanitise the cruel and the obscene
but you can't take it with you
or pay god to forgive you
you can't buy back the dead and gone No you can't take it with you
or pay god to forgive you
The war machine still rumbles on Human vermin fighting over rotting
meat
top dogs in designer clothes delight in their deceit
Make god in your likeness, stifle intellect
Arrogance is worshipped in the gutter press Carve up other countries with your
butchers knife
who cares when the profit justifies the price? but you can't take it with you
or pay god to forgive you
you can't buy back the dead and gone Enough's never enough
Absolute power will corrupt
The war machine still rumbles on | 
