Conflict

Eight years of hard labour now seems suddenly to fade
Away we stand defeated, at home the police invade
Prosecutions hit an all time high, A.L.F. friends locked inside
Our own they turn against us. Well youve got what you want, now shut you mouth
Fuck you, fucking fuck off, cant you see what youre destroying?
They sit back fucking creasing up as we squabble assisting all of them
You are what you think and thats nothing, cant you see what we say is you?
Scurrying around like angry ants, banging our heads on the same wall
Stop; dont think that we are very close to getting there - where?
They give us tiny victories to keep us all content
To trick us into false achievement, the realisation difference
Look, everything we gain is what they let us have
Abort the system all you like, but the board games titled power
And whos got the board game in hand
The story continues, big business thrives
The world is endangered every day of our lives
They build their arsenals of armies, tanks and guns
Do you still consider life as simply being all fun?
Next time you see protest, ask yourself why?
People shout and scream, they want peace more than a dream
We simply want to live in the way we choose
One day there will be no rulers of the roost
So you stand back with your ideals, your rightful personal opinions
Taking what you want from me but dont say I havent given
I wont be stuck on the Christmas tree; I wont dictate what you should be
Now I just dream of being free
And tears fill my eyes when I think of what it could have been
Keep at the battle although support may die
Watch every move they make, but always ask why
Im now glad I stand your outcast; I know we saw it through the past
And any move we made wasnt judged by good results
But by the stereotypes who made us their new cult
We stepped across the lines the music biz neatly drew
We heard the screams of "sell out shit"
But didnt have a clue
Some sell their arse to the BBC; Im so proud they dont want me
While they have their fantasies, their technicolour dreams
Remember that reality always breaks through, proving lifes just what it seems
Theres still the Governments police force, complete with boots and gloves
That puts a whole new meaning on the precious word love
The boot still goes in in Ireland, treading on the hands
Still misery and poverty, throughout the pleasant land
Still the threat hangs above our heads known by many names
Thats now nice and neatly packaged into harmless TV games
So well continue fighting
Yes thats right, we destroyed our own following
Smashed the legs from the pedestal, amongst howling and hollowing
Rose a movement standing so strong against all wrongs
Its a world where little changes but the importance of songs
Has never been so great did it come too late?
Some set out to destroy us perhaps they like the state
Twelve years of Tory conditioning, police and state privilege
Finally proved too much for those now broken and fucked
But out of it came one important achievement, self-respect, dignity, the acknowledgement of trying
There is no independence, and thats how its going to stay
Not many understand madness, no one understood Conflict
Conflict is to clash, a battle
The house that man built stills stands strong
The Centro Ibericos now defunct
A nation of animal lovers coincide
With the stupid bastards who help EMI
Turning rebellion into money
Its time to see whos who
But the serenade is dead
This is not enough, the battle continues
We increased the pressure from protest to resistance to the ungovernable force
The Final Conflict. Our war of words
[ The Final Conflict Lyrics ]