Bush to the left of them Blair to the right Into the valley of death Drove the 5,000 In a great cloud of dust Into the jaws of Hell "There's not to reason Or ask of them why There's is to do and to die" After all that has gone There's no turning back For a Suicidal Cavalry Attack Who wants to be the last one to die? In a war that already is lost Who wants to be the last one to die? In a war that doesn't exist Two steps forward Then three steps back For a line that was drawn on a map…
lyric
Captain Of My Soul
I am the Captain of my soul I am the master of my fate And I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming home They'll send you to hell, with a habit of mind They'll make you a monster, with a habit of mind They'll force you to stand, it's a habit of mind And the sound of the shot, is just a habit of mind They'll put you away, with a habit of mind The sleight of the hand, is a habit of mind They'll say that you're crazy, with a habit of mind They'll burn you alive, with a habit of mind They'll keep you awake with a…
Leper Colony
Open the gate to the Leper Colony To a catalogue of quarantined ideas Where the one eyed madmen are imprisoned by the blind To the open sore beneath a concrete sky Open the gate Open the gate Open the gate to the last Leper Colony Open the gate to the place of all lost causes To the death of dreams, to the road that goes nowhere To the drone of traffic passing by outside And the rubbish sacks melting in the sun Open the gate to the last Leper Colony Open the gate to the last Leper Colony Open the gate to the last Leper Colony Open the…
The Walls
The fucking walls They're closing in They Draw the lines Around my mind Did you see that? Make it stop The fucking walls The fucking walls The fucking walls They keep us in No one is free You're one of them I hear the voice Inside my head The fucking walls The fucking walls We're fucking lost The dead walk They know your name And your address They turn you cold With Loneliness The fucking walls The fucking walls Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun
The Devil's Masquerade
In the darkness of street light I can see in infra red I can feel a million insect wings Beating in my head "Don't believe the human eye In sunlight or in shade This shadow show of sight and sense Is a Devil's Masquerade" When there's nothing but hell to pay Know that no one will speak to you Their friendship is a lie To them you're another fool As you watch you life go by Do anything you want You can't take the money with you It's a Devil's Masquerade Hand over Hand as you climb under the sky Here no one can see you, or try to…
Kill Generation
Hand them a mobile to say their goodbyes To their loved ones at home that they're leaving behind Force them to fight for a line in the sand A "Kill Generation" with a gun in their hand War Crime, War Crime It started with a handshake But now you're on fire No god can give you unquestionable rights Belief is no basis for intelligent life A guilt ridden grin showing white rotten teeth A War of attrition fed by greed and deceipt War Crime, War Crime It started with a handshake But now you're on fire Kill Generation Kill Generation Kill Generation You sold our sons…
Death on Credit
Join the "Cult of Amateur" here Selfish, Malignant, inducer of greed Infested with thousands, the fields are alive Open your eyes Take a good look At the yellowing crust You're stuck on a hook The Spread of the rot There's plague on this land Bring out your dead A thousand wired networks corrupting the grid Insatiable swarm of digital grubs Encrusting the ploughshare, destroying the crop Open your eyes Take a good look At the yellowing crust You're stuck on a hook The Spread of the rot There's plague on this land Bring out your dead Bring out your dead Death on Credit, Death On Credit …
Death's Rifles
No response to the order Nothing can make you answer them No Acceptance of the paper No Signature or mark Stood motionless Arms crossed with bowed heads Not the aim of Death's Rifles Will ever make them work The world is a step outside A grey sunless prison You could drop where you stand No one made it out of here alive To the mines or the marshland Where the wild cherry grows Not the aim of Death's Rifles Could ever make us work It's all in your mind All in your mind Not the freezing of the skin Or the cut of the razor Not the…
Faaacebook
They outlawed our kind We took to the hills The forest of never be found At night we sit beneath a starlit sky Is this the meaning of Free? What Kind of plan takes the food from their hands Expects us to do as they say We'll fight to the death until the last man down Ideas cannot die? Learn the maze, stay on the screen Only take what they give you for free Borders are not for keeping you out They're for keeping the slaves inside Sign up today, all they want is a name How much will it cost you to play? People will one…
Hooligan Jihad
50 Dogs, Broken Burner Freezing Squat, No Light Hooligan Jihad Gender Terror, Ice Cream Hand-woven, Vegan Kitchen Hooligan Jihad Broken Sink, Plum Vodka Pedal Power, Banana Wine Hooligan Jihad Hooligan...........................Jihad You can't play crust in fucking flip-flops..... You ruined my crust dream with your fucking flip-flops.... Hey Mark...let's go buy kuemmerling.....one hit....coma Hooligan Jihad Hooligan Jihad Hoo -Li -Gan -Ji -Had Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun - Hooligan Jihad CD
Beautane
One Last prayer to the god of despair (no going home, there's nowhere to go) one more drop for the firing squad (youre up to the wall, up to the wall) the shot will stop you dead on the spot all i hear, the railway lines, how many years will it take nothing but the long slow drop (no turning back, its all going black) how deep will you go, into the hole (into the hole, youre into the hole) huddled masses, cold in the dark all i see, the black and white, flickering screen of despair the sun burns down, on a desert world nothing but…
Gone
Today could be a good day Today could be our last day You never know your time to die My days are spent far underground Away from infra red and gunsights They'll never find us here Ill put them back Ill put them back into the ground The trees keep me invisible No human eye will ever find me I wont come quietly There are no devils in these hearts But their actions cannot pass me I'll take them one by one Ill put them back I'll put them back into the ground Ill put them back Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun -…
OK Bye
You keep us afraid of what they might do 2 million walked the streets but still you went ahead you sit in your chair and think youre bullet proof a stroke of your pen will send them to their death youre just a chair man protected by law you offer justice no one can afford you watch on tv behind your walls now we've come for you come to stop your war ok bye, ok bye, ok bye ........etc (re do all these in your own style or your asian call centre woice.... but try and vary each one a little bit) They Call You Chairman the "madman"…
More Helicopters
Had me sign a dotted line sent me out there doing time trained me hard, worked my mind we broke their hearts and blew their minds how many people die for a worthless cause how many people die i dont wanna die in some desert war i dont want to die think of all of them back home we're out here fighting on our own spend their time in politics send us fighting into shit how many people die for some stupid war how many people die i dont want to die in your fucking war i dont want to die now i'm coming home, now i'm…
Inside Out
I can make shopping malls disappear all The paving slabs and concrete I can pull up with my bare hands Can your hear the rail lines sing? The odds are always stacked against us But theres something inside Where against them you can use it Where against them you can I open gates and sliding doors I take the wires from their heads I can freeze the rotarblades And I can bring the missing home The odds are always stacked against us But theres something inside Where against them you can use it Where against them you can I can pull the aircraft from their skies roll…
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