Conflict - These Colours Don't Run lyrics

The factories still churning out, of that there's not a single doubt There's more snide sh** from their fleapits; they couldn't give a f**ing sh** It's true, overdue, and plain to see the plights of those in misery A dead necked vision, product of subsidence, f**ed up, and held in screaming silence Another police force investigation, blatant lies, false f**ed suggestions Is it all down to communications? Or does the gra** need cutting? Has it changed direction? The chants that only serve to divide, the police link with the revenue, the royalties slide Now as poor old Joy Gardener bites the dust, why should I give a f**ing f**? But the lefties scream outside the courts, looking to lay the blame, it's no ones fault They show sincerity, oh how much they care, yeah in their sick, twisted cause, in their affairs A black boy has just missed his bus, a racist attack, or bloodthirsty lust? Again, the left jump on the back of this weeks attack, and force feed, socialist sh** militant crap They blatantly try and whip up violence, why don't they keep their arseholes shut? And keep it silent Another black person has died, that is true, but are you surprised? I ain't because I already knew By promoting political d**hs, they could not give a f**ing toss Sexism reigns in mans green world, the ALF proves yet again that they won't be told That what they do (or don't) is totally wrong, so f** off you insane c*nts, still remains... our song! Detention centres for the relentless, approved schools for the fools Abolish the jury, punish the fury, but it's our power that you fuel So it is basically blatantly obvious, and in fact f**ing common sense That when people are forced to live in sh**, under your conditions crime will undoubtedly spread You may be watching every move we make you even convince yourself that you are clever But I'm looking right back into your eyes, so don't you ever, never ever Think that I might trip or slip right down your stairs Into your cells, where unaware You can beat and f** me senseless While the world spins around relentless You may have people on your side that I consider the lowest form of life But don't you think what you call respect even enters into my minds aspect For I'm sick of respect, how about our causes instead? That made the maddened go to extreme lengths Who simply couldn't take it? Who knew they wouldn't make it? Being ground down fine, by those who haven't got the time For they shall punish those who sin Toss the peasants lives into the bin Of those that won't beg to their Jesus, God, Christ I've had enough of that Christ I've had enough of this