I Am The Virus

Death, misery and tears
Calculated waves of fear
Drawn-up by think-tanks
There’s a darkness in the west
Oil swilling
Guzzling corporates
Central banking
Mind-fucking omnipotence

Chorus;
I am the fury
The spirit of outrage
I am the fire
I am the virus
I am the virus
I am the furnace
Where resentment glows
I am the bias
I am the virus
I am the virus

False flags and black-ops
Tavistock manufactured shocks
Something’s gone horribly wrong
Hot flushes for the neo-con

Chorus;
I am the fury
The spirit of outrage
I am the fire
I am the virus
I am the virus
I am the furnace
Where resentment glows
I am the bias
I am the virus
I am the virus

I am the hydra-headed beast
I am the one you can’t delete
I am the danger that never sleeps
I am the virus
I am the virus

No-one believes 9/11
Steel framed buildings
Don’t fall in seconds
Murderers in black robes
Decapitate innocents
The public’s blank stare
Did you sleep ok….
Last night Mr Blair?

Chorus;
I am the fury
The spirit of outrage
I am the fire
I am the virus
I am the virus
I am the furnace
Where resentment glows
I am the bias
I am the virus
I am the virus
I am the hydra-headed beast
I am the one you can’t delete
I am the danger that never sleeps
I am the virus
I am the virus

Lyrics and Music: Killing Joke
From the album; Pylon

Straightline Thinking

We are all controlled by reinforcement of rules
Passed by those who are merely the tools of a system
Where achievement is based on deceit of the masses
By someone in whom they believe

We are all controlled by the straight-line thinking of straight-line thinkers
Who gave up drinking and smoking as sins….
To avoid being lower
Than their aspirations would allow them to go

We are all controlled by fear of the unknown
Because we’re not told all that there is to know
About things we consider as normal existence
So we accept exploitation and show no resistance

We are all controlled in our thoughts and actions
By things we were told by past generations
Of parents who used to rebel just the same as we do now so who gets the blame?

We are the rebels like the rebels before us
Pre-destined to scream in an out of tune chorus
Of voices repeating the words of the past
That diffuse in the process of ageing too fast

Deep in the soul if there is one
It tells you to do as you feel
Not as someone outside you dictates through their own misguided conception
Of what part you must play
In this game of deception

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Subhumans
From the album;
Worlds Apart

Dehumanisation

Dehumanisation
They take away your name
Civilisation
It’s the dead man game
And we all like living this modern life
Television, radio, disco fights
Get a steady job – you were born to work
Well I can’t be bothered, I’m too much of a jerk

Dehumanisation
As you’re living on the dole
Or a working class hero
Because you’ve got a job

We all like working for an upper class runt
If you’re feeling downtrodden you can join the Front
National heritage to keep you in line
Abuse your intelligence, mess up your mind

Dehumanisation
Personality fix
Conformed to the eyeballs
With state politics (stale politics)

And they tell you you’re brilliant to keep you quiet
‘Only the idiots know how to riot’
Make sure it’s not safe to walk the streets
You wanna stay alive you’d better join the police

Dehumanisation
We ain’t got a name
But we still got emotions
Now the city’s in flames

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Subhumans (UK)
From the album: 29/29 Split Vision

Straightline Thinking

We are all controlled by reinforcement of rules
Passed by those who are merely the tools of a system
Where achievement is based on deceit of the masses
By someone in whom they believe

We are all controlled by the straight-line thinking of straight-line thinkers
Who gave up drinking and smoking as sins….
To avoid being lower
Than their aspirations would allow them to go

We are all controlled by fear of the unknown
Because we’re not told all that there is to know
About things we consider as normal existence
So we accept exploitation and show no resistance

We are all controlled in our thoughts and actions
By things we were told by past generations
Of parents who used to rebel just the same as we do now so who gets the blame?

We are the rebels like the rebels before us
Pre-destined to scream in an out of tune chorus
Of voices repeating the words of the past
That diffuse in the process of ageing too fast

Deep in the soul if there is one
It tells you to do as you feel
Not as someone outside you dictates through their own misguided conception
Of what part you must play
In this game of deception

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Subhumans
From the album;
Worlds Apart

From The Cradle To The Grave

Written in the 1980’s but still very relevant…….

Well they took you from your mother’s womb and put you in a school
Told you how to run your life by following the rules
Told you not to pick your nose or disrespect the queen
Scrub your teeth three times a day keep mind and body clean
Save up all your pocket money, nothing is for free
And you’d better trust your parents cos there’s no one else you see
And then they send you off each day remember what you’re told
“You may think you don’t need teaching but you’ll need it when you’re old”

And if you’re too intelligent they’ll cut you down to size
They’ll praise you ’til you’re happy then they’ll fill you full of lies
Cos intelligence is threatening and genius is sin
If you could ever see through them they know they’d never win

So they channel your ability into the right direction
If you’re good enough and rich enough you can be a politician
On the other hand if you’re too thick they’ll tell you that you’re lazy
They’ll put you down and wind you up until it drives you crazy

They’ll say you ought to learn a trade to help you in your life
Success is written in three parts: A job, a house, a wife
They’ll say that school prepares you for the awesome world outside
Well it certainly gives you bigotry and patriotic pride

Racism, sexism teacher to class
From school to work remains the same; are you white and middle class?

You’ll learn that bad men dress in black and good men dress in white
And the pamphlets in the playground say that’s right
And that girls were made for housework and boys were made to fight
And the naughty pictures on page-three make everything alright

And so from school to the outside world these morals you will take
And unless you can reject them you’ll have your mind at stake

They’ll give you a decision when you get to 18, too
The right to vote for someone else who says he cares for you
But the only thing he cares about is getting to the top
By conning you with empty words that promise you a lot
But the end result is slavery to a false set of ideals
You’ll be tempted to believe them cos they’ll seem so very real
The slavery of attitudes that make you keep in line
Subconsciously devoted to the morals of our time

And when you end up on the dole which you very likely will
They’ll offer you a brand new trade: Learning how to kill

Why don’t you join the army? Be a man and not a fool
There’s someone else to think for you just like there was at school

They’ll promise you absolution from the murders you’ll commit
In the name of god and country they can get away with it
They fill you full of orders and promise you rewards
Like busting up your family by sending you abroad
A holiday in Germany or Iceland or Hong Kong
Making money being useless well it seems it can’t go wrong
But then it’s off to Northern Ireland where you’ll practice what they preached
You’ll shoot to keep yourself alive and kill to keep the peace
And then it won’t be so much fun as you hear the wounded crying
Cos before they couldn’t speak english and you didn’t know what they were saying
But when the children call you “Bastard” it will make you think again
When you cannot tell the difference between animals and men

Animals don’t wear uniforms but they kill as much as you
But the army kills for money and animals kill for food
It’s the basest degradation in the name of what is right
Become something you never were and regret it til you die

Cos your father will tell you “Sonny, you must do as you are told”
And you’ll say the same thing to your kids when you’re 32 years old
And unless you can react against the brainwash from the start
Your government will rule your mind and your mind will rule your heart
You’ll conform to every social law and be the system’s slave
From birth to school to work to death, from the cradle to the grave…..

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Subhumans (UK)
From the album: From The Cradle to the Grave

Where’s The Freedom?

We’re going backwards
Into the sin of self-neglect
What do we stand for?
It’s very easy to forget
The protest marches
Is it the done thing to object?
So where’s the freedom?
Your conscience hangs around your neck

Where’s the freedom?

We’re going crazy
With paranoia, fear, and greed
Accepting standards
Believing what we hear and read
And when we think we’ve sussed out a new reality
But is this freedom or just another hand from which we feed?

Where’s the freedom?

We’re going nowhere
In vicious circles we gyrate
The new sub-culture
With cliches painted on their face
We cannot see past
The elitist barriers we create
We reject the system
But put another in it’s place

Where’s the freedom?

Lyrics; Dick Lucas
Music; Subhumans (UK)
From The Album; From The Cradle To The Grave.

I Am The Virus

Death, misery and tears
Calculated waves of fear
Drawn-up by think-tanks
There’s a darkness in the west
Oil swilling
Guzzling corporates
Central banking
Mind-fucking omnipotence

Chorus;
I am the fury
The spirit of outrage
I am the fire
I am the virus
I am the virus
I am the furnace
Where resentment glows
I am the bias
I am the virus
I am the virus

False flags and black-ops
Tavistock manufactured shocks
Something’s gone horribly wrong
Hot flushes for the neo-con

Chorus;
I am the fury
The spirit of outrage
I am the fire
I am the virus
I am the virus
I am the furnace
Where resentment glows
I am the bias
I am the virus
I am the virus

I am the hydra-headed beast
I am the one you can’t delete
I am the danger that never sleeps
I am the virus
I am the virus

No-one believes 9/11
Steel framed buildings
Don’t fall in seconds
Murderers in black robes
Decapitate innocents
The public’s blank stare
Did you sleep ok….
Last night Mr Blair?

Chorus;
I am the fury
The spirit of outrage
I am the fire
I am the virus
I am the virus
I am the furnace
Where resentment glows
I am the bias
I am the virus
I am the virus
I am the hydra-headed beast
I am the one you can’t delete
I am the danger that never sleeps
I am the virus
I am the virus

Lyrics and Music: Killing Joke
From the album; Pylon

British Disease

Hatred in the hearts
Of the young population
Riots in the streets
Of the “civilised” nation
Was it the poverty?
Was it the police?

No – it’s the British disease
The inbred snobbery
The patriot law
Violence and robbery
The state declares war

The youth of today with a broken voice
Have got something to say – they ain’t got a choice
Racist police – backed by the state
Wipe out the ghetto
And build up the hate
All the wrong answers
All the wrong ideas
The riot lasts a day
But the problem lasts for years

The great British public they can’t understand
Why should there be riots in this civilised land?
Why is the country being pulled to its knees?

Ignorance is the British disease
Ignorance is the British disease
Ignorance is the British disease
Ignorance is your disease
Ignorance and apathy
Ignorance and bigotry

You found it all so easy to ignore
The people who complained
And let their anger rise in flames
You thought this country
Was so great
That nobody could ever hate
The way the system treated them
And then you wondered
Why they burnt your buildings down

Lyrics; Dick Lucas
Music; Subhumans
From the album; Worlds Apart