Justin Currie - No, Surrender. Pt. Two

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Big Macs for the fat, lo-cal wraps for the call centre battery hens
Japanese snacks for the choice-spoilt citizens, caviar kickbacks for the
citadel denizens
Airport shoeshines servicing the suits among the little silver stereos and
hand-rolled cheroots
First class passengers file on last after the scum are packed in with their
tax-free loot
Checkout calamity, you’re cheated out of loyalty points, ten more years at this
joint you’d be home & dry
Beggars beat round the cash machines but you just slip between them with the
usual lie
Terrible tales of kidnapped kids keep you focused on the family and filling up
the fridge
Neighbourhood watchers shop dole dodgers, stick their semis on the market &
start racking up the bids
Should you stand and fight, should you die for what you think is right
So your useless contribution will be remembered?
If you’re asking me I say no, surrender
Constant growth the cancerous cure, a swarming race of profiteers ensure
Cheap cars for the rich, cheap lives for the poor, cheap weeks in the sun,
free drinks at the door
Puerile propaganda plugs up the TV, keep folk following the money so they’ll
never be free
Keep them swallowing the swill, the celebrities, the paedophiles,
the immigrants invading from the
Camp over the hill
War talk, the big debate, footsoldiers in the capitol liberating new kinds of
hate
Cum-shots of human dots caught in the spotlight’s glare; he dies who dares
Fatuous fast-trackers sneering at the shelf-stackers, little Middle-Englanders
can’t stand the backpackers
Fortress Freedom, come on in, take your chances-you might win
Should you stand and fight, should you die for what you think is right
So your useless contribution will be remembered?
If you’re asking me I say no, surrender
Sunset beaches security patrolled, keep out the undesirables who won’t accept
the code
Equal opportunity to live in total poverty, execute the ignorant incarcerate
the slow
Car caressing managers choking up the avenues, brain dead patriots standing in
salute
Paperwork raining again and again so that billionaires can claim there’s an
enemy to shoot
Pill pushers, doorsteppers, personal goal shoppers, lifestyle trendsetters,
meditating mindbenders
Hare-brained share sellers pumping out stocks til you’re choking on a
chain-letter avalanche of dross
God squads crawling through every country tracking down fools who are bullshit
hungry
Blinded by divinity followers fall into the man-traps set along the Wailing Wall
Athletes compete in grand charades while tanks flatten streets and a nation
laughs
Visa holders gape at the changing guards while creeps bribe bums to take their
photographs
Film fans flock to the latest schlock, blockbusters block out even the vaguest
thought
Bankrupt schools grind out fool after fool then feed them to a system where
idiots rule
Polling booths, phone votes, bogus questionnaires, you get a say as if anybody
cares
Joe Public doesn’t want to play so liquidate his life as he looks the other way
Don’t get sick, don’t get wise or they’ll gut you with a jistice where
everything is lies
March down Main Street, complain if you want but it’s twenty years straight for
the losers at the front
If you’re asking me I say no, surrender