Arms Race - Gotta Get Out Lyrics
1. Hang The Scum
what an outrage
the crime of our age
paedophile politicians
are running amok
hang, hang the scum
hang the fucking scum
born into privilege with a silver spoon
oxbridge boys club
for them there's no excuse
hang, hang the scum
hang the fucking scum
don't fucking matter
if it's left or right
these twisted nitty nonces
have fucked all of us
and they'll fuck our kids too
there will be no excuse
only justice, at the end of a noose
hang the scum
hang
2. Bastard
we don't communicate
we're tucked away in cyber shells
victims to an all consuming pixelated hell
passive spectators using language shortcuts
just one click away from a stab in the back
can't you see what it's doing to us
passive spectators
is this enough?
it's all implicit
we're all complicit
living a half life, living a half life
can't you see what it's doing to us
passive spectators
is this enough?
you say this i say that
online war, it's tit for tat
who knows what, and what's he bought
the coldest fucking fight i've fought
one thing still rings true, you're just a bastard!
3. Kill the Bill
kill the bill
you don't protect you just oppress
you don't protect you fucking reject
tables gonna turn
we will have our way
youth of today gonna have their say
pig gonna squeal, pig gonna burn
you've had your chance, now it's our turn
you don't protect, you just oppress
you don't protect you fucking reject
now you will know what you've fucking done
4. Gotta Get Out
hate my job
hate my life
sick and tired
fucking bother and strife
got to break free got to get away
but they keep me coming back for my fucking pay
everyday's the fucking same
shit hits the fan
and i always get the blame
everyday i'm trying to break out
but all i can do is scream and shout
i'm waiting, i'm waiting, please, where do i get off?
when did life become so fucked
i've got to get out
i've got to get out
i've got to get out of here
never gonna get out, i'll never get out
no way out of here
hate my job
hate my life
sick and tired
fucking bother and strife
privileged problems of the first fucking world
same old stories you've already heard
it's tired, it's recycled, but it's fucking true
i hate my job through and through
5. On My Face
it's written on my face
that i don't belong in this fucking place
now i'm going mad
serving the rich and breaking my back
it's written on your face the sight of me leaves you with a sour taste
well you'd know cause you've fucking chewed me up and spate me out
it's one law for them and another for us
and there ain't a cunt on the streets that i can trust
gimme a people that can fucking feel
show me a city that's fucking real
6. Mongrel Crew
the three big l's are in control
from mersey shore to the uxbridge road
an ungovernable force that can't be stopped
here to take back what was robbed
shut your mouth do as you're told
mongrel crew are in control
been chained up for far too long
now we're out to cause trouble and do a little wrong
oi oi mongrel crew
we're mongrel army and we're coming for you
ain't got the numbers but we're doing it right
mongrel army and we're ready to fight
condescending words can't tear us down
cause you know tomorrow we will still be around
so take a look at yourself before you point the finger
we're exercising quality control that will make you fucking shiver
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