No Island Of Dreams (Live, Centro Iberico, 13 August 1982)

歌詞

They practice so-called justice, law and order their first trick They practice so-called justice and soon they'll want our necks They think we are their scapegoats, they look down on me and you Well just let them believe that, until its time to see who's who Sometimes I wonder how much longer it will take until people start to realise that the law is but a fake But across the world rebellion's restrained and turned against itself by the media's brain First it's the facts, then they're attacked Chained to their lies to maintain pride Always one side, always their side Never our side, fuck the lot Always titles, always disciples. They're packaging bullets for the rifles People are dying, people are crying, while other people are mystified People are dead, the colour was red. Lives are through, the colour was blue People are fighting while people are writing. But I realise someone is hiding the truth There's pressure in the east, pressure in the west. The pressure's building up but the rulers know best How to hold back the masses who beg and demand. For the slightest chance in a change of command A command that forces a lifestyle of sin. Then picks up the pieces and locks them in That has the power and time to access and control enemy number one - the press 'People die in horror cell' on the front page of the Sun Then the page is turned and the real fun has begun The horror is diluted as the page three girl arrives Shapely tits, big bulging arse, a sparkle in her eye More and more and more and more the horror becomes distant It's swept aside with packaged lies, presented like a present And the time it's taken in is as your team is winning A person's died, another's lied, but there's no sign of the killing