Conflict Against all Odds Letras:
How can we achieve anarchy if we don't know what
it means? Do we even want anarchy that
illusionistic dream? They say they see no reason
for discontent In this period of free enterprise,
is evolution spent? Say their progress is
insallable, presented indisguised Decisions made
for all is their responsibility? They forecast
better ways to better days; onwards they seek
progress no matter what it takes

From left to right to all the prats in the middle
From the judge to the preacher to the sinners and
the cynical From the Godley to the gullible to the
vicious and viable The globe turns slowly while
the governed and ungovernable Slay it out in the
never ending search for righteousness, immaculate
success Their space to possess seems to be what
makes their clock tick, but to us it fucking
stinks When met with resistance, they stamp on it
until it breaks Their society remains secret and
although we know their name We are the pawns on
the world's chessboard in one big multi-national
game There's still no end in sight but still we
know we're right We must somehow struggle on up
while they go racing to the top Then Whitehouse
"V" the squat, a challenge I think not
Resist every move they make by fulfilling our own
hearts Not by backing off and dropping out, get in
there for a start If you're looking for some proof
of this how much more proof do you need When
constantly and hopelessly we fail and they succeed

There's no compassion in here My fingers keep
curling into fists these days No one smiles on the
streets these days And there's no compassion Hit
the wall a substitute for a face You can look but
you can't touch You can see but you can't have
Keep crawling to the end of the week And there's
no compassion

Breath heavy to pretend it's fun Raise the cover
to protect your pride Ignore the failure that you
see in the glass Paint the flesh to hide the scar
And there's no compassion

A million people died in the middle of your
breakfast A million people died in the middle of
your favorite love song A million people died in
the middle of your racist joke A million people
died in the middle of your favorite TV programme A
million people died in the middle of your
lovemaking A million people died in the middle of
your pop stars interview A million people died in
the middle of your video game A million people
died in the middle of your sexist A million people
died in the middle of your mass debating A million
people died in the middle of your politicians
lying A million people died in the middle of your
silence A million people died in the middle of
your stocks and shares A million people died in
the middle of your royal variety performance A
million people died in the middle of your
debutante's ball A million people died in the
middle of your day out at Ascot A million people
died in the middle of a Conflict gig!

Separation is complete. A mind to domesticate,
condition, compete Clinical birth control, the
sterlised setting Syringed into being, life is
just beginning Mask of the surgeon, eyes of the
blind, rubber band caressing, welcome to mankind
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The brain perceives the fear, tender beats the
heart Slapped into life programming starts Wanted
and needed Wanted from birth to fit in the jigsaw
puzzle Trained don't strain against the muzzle
Force-fed, prostituted, brainwashed that's called
learning Blindfolded, prejudiced, an outcome
predetermined Needed to die and not question why
Follow in ignorance, a comfortable prison Kept in
the dark so they can be free. Spit in the eyes so
you will never see

The kid aims the cap gun, points it at my cranium
I am supposed to put my hands up, but I don't want
to die that way Mentally or physically,
para-psychologically, whose responsibility?

Is it to feed their profiteering tolerated as long
as your mind is fearing? Right where they want you
beaten back into submission Right where they want
you in a missionary position Needed to promote
their glory of possession To accept and be
grateful yet ask no questions To believe in love
and their guiding hand To obey in humility and
never understand

I was feeling alright, yeah just me and the night;
I was walking through a white tiled subway I heard
the sound of voices around the corner shouting The
sound of broken glass, no one was there I looked
at my reflection in the puddles in the street It
looked so messed up I just kept moving my feet To
the beat and rhythm of my heart, not much I know
but I see it as a start Because I'm counting the
heads to see how many are left, the fingers of one
hand stretching And this feeling of apathy keeps
coming quite suddenly - well if something's gonna
come, when's it coming?

While you're jumping on the spot, all the
freshness starts to rot And another inspiration
fades away. And still you sell your dignity Still
you sell your dignity time after time And I wonder
where lies your pride, does it wait in there
inside? Is it waiting for the moment when you let
your heart speak? Is it waiting for the moment
when you act out your own beliefs? Is it waiting
for the moment when you drop your false act? Is it
waiting for the moment when you face the facts?
That you're pumping your life for someone else's
ideas That you're living your life under someone
else's fear That it's time to shift your vision,
time to move your head Get up out of submission.
I'm counting heads, how many are left?

The fingers of one hand keep stretching. The
fingers of both hands keep stretching And all I
see is "Rock 'n' Roll". All I hear is
"Rock 'n' Roll"

I turn the pages of the book, and force my weary
eyes to look At the product of our modern world,
at the product of our civilised world And a
child's face looks out at me, questioning why does
this have to be? And I can't find any answer, not
that dead ears can hear - do I make myself clear?
It's been said that we must progress for humanity,
but looking at the truth of that mockery I wonder
if our minds have progressed anywhere, and I
wonder if there's any humanity there The sightless
eyes looking at me, questioning why does this have
to be And I can't find any answers not that dead
ears can hear - do I make myself clear?

If you're an activist not while getting pissed, if
you're gonna do something make sure you don't miss
That's a dangerous game to play what use are you
if you're banged up? You can't beat them on the
streets, so duck and dive a little, hide the
fiddles Play them at their own game, stay with
them all the way Know what and why they are doing
things and create alternatives Police are still
snooping, awaiting the big nick Like fishermen
baiting the fish, tempting us to take the risk

This time, this time they've made the impossible.
The new aids infection from EMI the treatment to
replace the old spermicide
Letras: Against all Odds Conflict [final]