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Crisis they say But it's not funny When lives are squandered, we still pay the money Welfare is cut, to foot the bill So it ain't just the enemy, it's OAPs they kill Do they care? So they put you in the army, with a gun in your hand Tell you to slaughter people, you just don't understand So you throw away their gun, refuse to vent their hate They call you a traitor, but that does not placate The bell tolls, the death knell calls, for who, for me Well I've had enough of being pushed around Screwed into the floor Gonna pack my bags, gonna grab my coat Run out the door Just cos I am a pacifist don't mean I'll take abuse I ain't no wooden puppet to be put to your own use I'm a a pacifist So you can stuff your cheap heroics Oh, you can point the finger And tell me who I am Yes you can point the finger Well I could give a damn Don't think that I;m a punchbag For you to push around and shove Letras de cancionesYou can stuff your arrogance Right now, I've had enough I'm a pacifist I'm a passive fist Right You can write "Punk's Not Dead" on your back Perhaps it's it's the intelligence that you lack Punk became a fashion like mod and ted Reject these media-crazed movements and use your own fucking head You don't have to wear the punk uniform You don't have to join a fashion, you don't have to conform Youth cults are a means by which media manipulates the youth Punk started as a threat to the system, it exposed the truth But now it's been corrupted and exploited by the press What started as a good thing is now a fucking mess Turn one tribe against another, your label could be your fate We're all in the palm of the system's hand as long as we align ourselves with some fucking stupid movement that, in the end, will sell out to the businessmen with their Rolls Royces, cigars and cash Ready to latch on to the latest craze in a cheque-book waving dash It's these bastards that fucked up punk from the start When the next fashion comes along you can bet they'll play their part In using it to fill their pockets, filling it up with shit Ready to develop another stereotype, another identikit Wear the clothes the rip-off merchants sell to you All movements are the same, the leaders use them to divide and rule So when the next trend comes along will you join the ranks And be another mindless moron along with all the other wanks? From Letras Mania