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Persons Unknown
07:20
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This is a message to Persons unknown
Persons in hiding, Persons unknown
Survival in silence, isn't good enough no more
Keeping your mouth shut, head in the sand
Terrorists and saboteurs, each and every one of us
Hiding in shadows, Persons unknown
Hey there Mr. Average, you don't exist you never did
Hiding in shadows, Persons unknown
Habits of hiding soon will be the death of us
Dying in secret from poisons unknown
This is a message to Persons unknown
Strangers and passers-by, Persons unknown
Turning a blind eye, hope to go unrecognized
Keeping your secrets, Persons unknown
Housewives and prostitutes, plumbers in boiler suits
Truants in coffee bars, who think you're alone
Big men on building sites, sick men in dressing gowns
Agents in motor cars who never go home
Women in factories, one parent families
Women in purdah, Persons unknown
Wild girls and criminals, rotting in prison cells
Patients in corridors, Persons unknown
Statistics on balance sheets, numbered and rubber stamped
Blind and invisible, you're lost in your homes
Liggers and layabouts, lovers on roundabouts
Wake up in the morning with Persons unknown
Accountants in nylon shirts, feminists in floral skirts
Nurses for when it hurts, Persons unknown
Astronauts and celibates, deejays and hypocrites
Liars and lunatics, Persons unknown
Hopefuls on football pools, teachers in empty schools
Kids into heroin not yet full grown
Typists and usherettes, black men who can't forget
The lonely who long for Persons unknown
Closet idealists, bald headed realists
Rastas and bikers, the voice on the phone
Pimps and economists, royalty and communists
Rioters and pacifists, Persons unknown
Visionaries with colored hair, leather boys who just don't care
Garter girls with time to spare, Persons unknown
Judges with prejudice, dissidents and anarchists
Policemen deal dirty tricks to Persons unknown
Strikers and pickets, collectors of tickets
Radical architects, the queen on her throne
Soldiers in uniform, sailors and stevedores
Beggars and bankers, Persons unknown
Football crowd hooligans, bunking off school again
Workers down tools again, United's at home
Smokers with heart disease, cleaners of lavatories
The old with their memories, Persons unknown
Flesh and blood is who we are
Flesh and blood are what we are
Flesh and blood is who we are
Our cover is blown
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Statement (Orchestral)
05:08
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I denounce the system that murders my children
I denounce the system that denies my existence
I curse the system that makes machines of my children
I reject the system that makes men of machines
I reject the system that turns bodies of my own sweet flesh
Into monsters of iron and steel and war
And turns the hands of my children into robot claws
I reject the system that turns the hearts of my children
Against this earth
I curse the system that turns the genitals of my children
Into factories of fire and destruction
And rapes our flesh
And tears our womb
This earth our home.
There are no words
For us no words
There are no words
When the fireball rapes the flesh of the earth
When the fireball tears the womb of the world
When the bullet rips apart the son and the lover
Lays to waste the wombwork and the labour
Where are they that will cherish my flesh
Where are they that will cherish my children
The men that will stand against the deathdealers
The children who can say no to the lifestealers
Where are they that will curse the deathdealers
I denounce the system
There are no words
For us no words
There are no words
Rooted in pain they sell their own flesh
Rooted in pain they do anything for money
They deal in death with minds that feed on hate
In fear of life they kill without pity
In fear of love they wound and they rape
In fear of love they rape without pity
Where are they that will cherish my flesh
Where are they that will cherish my children
The men that will stand against the deathdealers
I denounce the system
There are no words
For us no word
There are no words
Only a curse leaps from my throat
Only a curse leaps like blood from my throat
To curse the warlords that lay to waste our labour
That lay to waste the wombwork and the labour
That lay to waste the wombwork and the labour
That lays to waste
That lays to waste
waste... waste...
waste... waste...
waste
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