Cra** - Banned From The Roxy lyrics

Banned from the Roxy... O.K. I never much liked playing there anyway. They said they only wanted well behaved boys, Do they think guitars and microphones are just f**ing toys? f** 'em, I chosen to make my stand, Against what I feel is wrong with this land. They just sit there on their overfed arses, Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate cla**es. They keep their f**ing power cause their finger's on the bu*ton, They've got control and won't let it be forgotten. The truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun, The proof of that is Belfast and that's no f**ing fun. Seeing the squaddy lying in the front yard, Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence. Finding the entrance to your own front door is barred And they've got the f**ing nerve to call it defence. Seems their defence is just the threat of strength, Protection for the privileged at any length. The government protecting their profits from the poor, The rich and the fortunate chaining up the door. Afraid that the people may ask for a little more Than the sh** they get. The sh** they get. The sh** they get. The sh** they get. The sh** they get. The sh** they get. The sh** they get. The sh** they get. DEFENCE? sh*t, IT'S NOTHING LESS THEN WAR AND NO ONE BUT THE GOVERNMENT KNOWS WHAT THE fu*k IT'S FOR. Oh yes they say it's defence, they say it's decency, Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean? The same f**ing lies with depressing frequency, They say "We had to do it to keep our lives clean" Well whose like? Whose f**ing life? Who the f** are they talking to? Whose life? Whose f**ing life? I tell you one thing, it ain't me and you. And their system, christ, they're everywhere, School, army, church, corporation deal. A f**ed up reality based on fear, A f**ing conspiracy to stop you feeling real. Well ain't got me, I'd say their f**ing wrong, I ain't quite ready with my gun, but I've got my song... Banned from the Roxy, well O.K. I never much liked playing there anyway. GUNS.