Let's have a brief chat about anarchy, Here's a rough idea of what it means to me, It's just my view doesn't mean it's true, But I think it's only fair
How many years can this way last? The heritage of right by cast Warlords of ancient time sworn to protect their inbred line Off with their heads They
Though they broke your heart they never broke your will Your script stayed strong through the years you were ill They caged you like the animals and
It doesn't take too long to grow old Right from the day that your sorry soul was sold Your name was there from nought years old On the dotted line You
You're making me ill, you're making me ill and now i hear you're coming in for the kill the world will have to swallow a bitter pill if frankensteins
Well this is a story about the war, this is the futures to unfurl. And this is about the fate of millions, under attack by evil's minions. This song
Who are you to call me mad, you have no fucking right You're the ones who say that night is day and day is night I can see with my own eyes mass containment
I was born in the middle of the afternoon In a horse drawn wagon on the old a5 A big twelve wheeler shook my bed You cant stop here the policeman said
I'm watching TV, I'm watching TV The adverts told me buy one get one free I've shut down my brain and I'm numb to the pain And I feel a real part of
Where can I heal my weary head? Where can I heal my weary head? I saw the forest burn as the earth bled Tried to shut out the screams as they filled
