Besedila:
Flux Of Pink Indians

the oxtam ad makes you feel bad you put a few coppers into the slot pretending that it's all that you've got hungry conscience charity, hilarity starving

If I wanted to live in America I'd get off my arse and go live over there But I've been denied the choice, Reagen decided That Britains be his 53'rd

i don't want your progress it tries to kill me you don't want these trees you only want towns and cities you don't want me 'cause I oppose them you

the wind blows the baby cries people die deaths are untold land is desolate nothing here grows people living for the sight of a food bowl trapped in

the music business got really scared when punks created their own alternative system one that was honest and really cared so they set out to destroy

[intro poem] Can ye smell the neu smell, travelling through the air? Aye I can lad, it's a coming from over there over the hills, down in the valley,

atomic electricity is just a filthy mess and waste it makes you wonder why they bother with such risks entailed is it just a coincidence this atomic

I used to graze in a field, I used to breathe - I used to be alive Did chew the grass in the field Could see and hear the world around me See and fear