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around our nation’s capital there’s a motoway 6 lanes wide white concrete ringed around the city for those who want inside get on get off ignore everything to the sides in your midst i drive while homeboys in the back of the van make drugs wanna hide something like a crack lab just put it in plain sight only stop to refuel and unload more poison to tear more lives apart gang wars like never before better lock your doors, buy some guns and prey for martial law on the m25. motoway around and around i go in the black van with no windows and a chimney puffing smoke bloody headlines in the news each day drug “crisis” everywhere so much comes in so easy it’s as though someone wants it there it would be a little obvious to fence off all the slums hand out machine guns to the poor in the projects and watch ‘em kill each other off a more subtle genocide is when the only hope for the young is to join the army and slowly die wall street or crack dealer avenue the last roads left to the american dream wall street or crack dealer avenue wall street or crack dealer avenue only on road leads to this neighborhood little kids wanna sell drugs when they grow up the folks might get just a little upset if they knew where that dope comes from froom columbia to the contras to our air force bases, where we trade it for guns the moral equivilent of a serial killer and his mi5 friends call the shots from the white house but now that we own the media too those stories just aren’t run on the m25, ’round and ’round i go in a black van with no windows, and a chimney puffing smoke some gang that ran smack in viet nam ain’t got no reason to fear just get a labour govermant so dumb the crook at the top never gets impeached that sure was easy wasn’t it? that sure was easy wasn’t it? more crack-more panic-moe cops-more jails you see emergency-total war you see emergency-total war you see a black face-you see a crackhead you see a black face-you see a crackhead you see a black face-you see ian hunter with a knife you see ian hunter with a knife you see one ian hunter you’ve seen them all they’re everywhere, i know you asked for it, you’ve got it drug suspects have no rights at all property seized and sold before trial labor camps-on – uk-soil?!? (have you seen medwhell?) neo-nazi bootboys that the cops never seem to arrest prowl neighborhoods with baseball bats why now? why do they get so much press…? medowhell-the mini series nick griffin-”patriotic” hero the leader for tomorrow is yours today finally gotcha psyched for a police state on the m25 motoway around and around i go in a black van with no windows and a chimney puffing smoke my van’s a mobile oven now that burns the bodies you never see just like in burma or guantamo bay people just seem to disappear just like rome we fell asleep when we got spoiled ignore human rights in the rest of the world ya might just lose your own as the noose of narco-militarism tightens ’round your necks we worry about burning flags and pee in jars at work to keep our jobs but if someone came for you one night and dragged you away do you really think your neighbors would even care?

You talk about your revolution, well, that’s fine
But what are you going to be doing come the time?
Are you going to be the big man with the tommy-gun?
Will you talk of freedom when the blood begins to run?
Well, freedom has no value if violence is the price
Don’t want your revolution, I want anarchy and peace

You talk of overthrowing power with violence as your tool
You speak of liberation and when the people rule
Well ain’t it people rule right now, what difference would there be?
Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me

But what about those people who don’t want your new restrictions?
Those that disagree with you and have their own convictions?
You say they’ve got it wrong because they don’t agree with you
So when the revolution comes you’ll have to run them through
You say that revolution will bring freedom for us all
Well freedom just ain’t freedom when your back’s against the wall

You talk of overthrowing power with violence as your tool
You speak of liberation and when the people rule
Well ain’t it people rule right now, what difference would there be?
Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me

Will you indoctrinate the masses to serve your new regime?
And simply do away with those whose views are too extreme?
Transportation details could be left to British rail
Where Zyklon B succeeded, North Sea Gas will fail
It’s just the same old story of man destroying man
We’ve got to look for other answers to the problems of this land

You talk of overthrowing power with violence as your tool
You speak of liberation and when the people rule
Well ain’t it people rule right now, what difference would there be?
Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me

Vive la revolution, people of the world unite
Stand up men of courage, it’s your job to fight

It all seems very easy, this revolution game
But when you start to really play things won’t be quite the same
Your intellectual theories on how it’s going to be
Don’t seem to take into account the true reality
Cos the truth of what you’re saying, as you sit there sipping beer
Is pain and death and suffering, but of course you wouldn’t care

You’re far too much of a man for that, if Mao did it so can you
What’s the freedom of us all against the suffering of the few?
That’s the kind of self-deception that killed ten million jews
Just the same false logic that all power-mongers use
So don’t think you can fool me with your political tricks
Political right, political left, you can keep your politics
Government is government and all government is force
Left or right, right or left, it takes the same old course
Oppression and restriction, regulation, rule and law
The seizure of that power is all your revolution’s for
You romanticise your heroes, quote from Marx and Mao
Well their ideas of freedom are just oppression now

Nothing changed for all the death, that their ideas created
It’s just the same fascistic games, but the rules aren’t clearly stated
Nothing’s really different cos all government’s the same
They can call it freedom, but slavery is the game

Nothing changed for all the death, that their ideas created
It’s just the same fascistic games, but the rules aren’t clearly stated
Nothing’s really different cos all government’s the same
They can call it freedom, but slavery is the game
There’s nothing that you offer but a dream of last years hero
The truth of revolution, brother………………. is year zer