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Game Of Drones
04:39
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On the computer, the game of the future
A soldier prepares to play
He won’t hear the boom, locked safe in his room
Thousands of miles away
You need to go out but there can be no doubt
The sky is still buzzing today
A signature strike hit a boy on a bike
Now a militant they say
Paranoid to school I walk
Overhead the U.S. stalk
Welcome to a real life Skynet
Courtesy of the manufactured terrorist threat
Drone strike! Global Hawk, Raven, survey the scene
Drone strike! Predator, Reaper, flying death machines
On the computer, the game of the future
Just kill and collect your pay
A surgical strike, if we'’re lucky – just might
Hit a true target one day
You need to go out but there can be no doubt
You can’t do your shopping today
You heard the boom, felt the shake of the room
Now the market has gone away
Cannot fall asleep in bed
Close my eyes and wake up dead
Welcome to a real life Skynet
Courtesy of the manufactured terrorist threat
Drone strike! Somalia! Yemen! Pakistan
Drone strike! Libya! Iraq! Afghanistan
War - Unending - Illegal occupations
Leaders - Pretending to give a damn
You’d better watch your back
Or you’ll be hit by a double tap
And no one will be there to hear you scream
Welcome to a real life Skynet
Courtesy of the manufactured terrorist threat
Obey or they’ll come for you yet
Classified as an anarchistic terror suspect
Drone strike! Global Hawk, Raven, survey the scene
Drone strike! Predator, Reaper, flying death machines
Drone strike! Murderous so-called security
Drone strike! Hellfire missiles rain down on me
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Go to school, play by all the rules
Pass the tests in order to progress
Get a degree at University
Then join the mob in a soulless pointless job
Slave away every single day
Spend all your cash on the latest shiny trash
Worship T.V. and inane celebrity
Buy into the fraud of some fictitious random god
Become a devotee
To the pathocracy
Find a mate – conjugate
Get a dog – pop out a sprog
Buy a home for the bank to own
And don’t forget to rack up loads of debt
A slave mentality
Pursuit in futility
Now it seems that your hopes and dreams
Won’t be achieved like you once believed
You’re getting older and your belly’s growing larger
So now you might just have a midlife crisis
Work and scrimp and save and skimp for a holiday
Work all year so you may have a chance to get away
Just as you are letting loose the break is at an end
Back to the old stomping grounds to do it all again!
You predict the rain with your joint pain
You can no longer eat, all your favourite treats
You groan when you bend, your stories never end
The times flown by, and now it’s time to die.
You wern't a candle in the wind
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Mindless cattle – get in line
It is your debasement time
Invasion… invasion… invasion of the body scanners x4
We’re told that they stop he terrorists plots
While real suspects are led through security checks
Invasion… invasion… invasion of the body scanners x4
Removed my mobile, destroyed my nail file
Examined my shoes, yet I’m still ordered to……..….
Put your hands in the air
We’ll scan through your underwear
No choice but to obey
Screw your D.N.A.!
Invasion… invasion… invasion of the body scanners x4
Invasive screens
Defective machines
Despite the test
They molest
The plan is clear
To keep us in fear
I’m so glad our tax
Paid for this crap
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Pine Gap
03:06
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Pine Gap
The home of clandestine operations
Pine Gap
It’s a prosecution zone
Pine Gap
They’re conducting covert experimentation
Pine Gap
With technologies unknown
Always in the sights
Of surveillance satellites
In bed with the CIA
The NRO and NSA
Pine Gap
Tracing the precise geo-locations
Pine Gap
Of your radios and phones
Pine Gap
Feeding this illicit information
Pine Gap
To Americas death drones
Can you spare a billion?
To murder more civilians
Send bombs to sovereign states
We bow to all the U.S. dictates
Up to seven years in prison if you cross the line
Get a photo, sketch or plan and you will do the time
Under 18,000 feet – if you have flown
You’ll be blown out of the sky before you glimpse the radomes
Blatant hypocrisy
Forget your privacy
Hidden deep underground
Secrecy abounds
When will they answer for
PRISM and X-Keyscore
Psychos obsessed with war
The place to attract
A nuclear attack
Why do I get a headache?
Each time I’m near that place?
I swear it’s no mistake
What I saw in the sky
No logic does apply
Code named
Merino
Hot spot
for UFOs
Lost time
High strangeness
Enigmatic
Men in black
All entangled with…
The alphabet soup secret agency psychopathic cunts at
Pine Gap!
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September 18, 2013
We swore in someone quite obscene
Switch on the T.V. set, and you will see that
Gormless shit-eating expression
Now we see austerity, deregulated Uni fees
Retirement age raised to 70
A sick tax, anti-protest laws, radical and rash reforms
An overflowing can of welfare worms
Tony Abbott – you suck!
Shove your budget and go get fucked!
Tony Abbott – drop dead!
Thanks to you our nations lost its cred
You want to emulate, the failing U.S. state
You do exactly what you’re told to
Supporting genocide, propagating tired lies
So dense that light it bends around you
Tony Abbott – you suck!
Shove your budget and go get fucked!
Tony Abbott – drop dead!
Thanks to you our nations lost its cred
It is just a game
An illusion of freedom
They are all the same
He’s just a shill, but still…
Tony Abbott – you suck!
Shove your budget and go get fucked!
Tony Abbott – fuck off!
Tony Abbott – you can suck my cock!
Tony Abbott – you suck!
Shove your budget and go get fucked!
Tony Abbott – drop dead!
It’s a mad mad mad mad monk
No Tony! Those budgie smugglers are really tiny. Don’t wear those!
I’ve never seen a man eat an onion with its skin….
I’ve never seen a man eat an onion with its skin….
Fucktaaaard! etc.
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On the computer, the game of the future
A soldier prepares to play
He won’t hear the boom, locked safe in his room
Thousands of miles away
You need to go out but there can be no doubt
The sky is still buzzing today
A signature strike hit a boy on a bike
Now a militant they say
Paranoid to school I walk
Overhead the U.S. stalk
Welcome to a real life Skynet
Courtesy of the manufactured terrorist threat
Drone strike! Global Hawk, Raven, survey the scene
Drone strike! Predator, Reaper, flying death machines
On the computer, the game of the future
Just kill and collect your pay
A surgical strike, if we'’re lucky – just might
Hit a true target one day
You need to go out but there can be no doubt
You can’t do your shopping today
You heard the boom, felt the shake of the room
Now the market has gone away
Cannot fall asleep in bed
Close my eyes and wake up dead
Welcome to a real life Skynet
Courtesy of the manufactured terrorist threat
Drone strike! Somalia! Yemen! Pakistan
Drone strike! Libya! Iraq! Afghanistan
War - Unending - Illegal occupations
Leaders - Pretending to give a damn
You’d better watch your back
Or you’ll be hit by a double tap
And no one will be there to hear you scream
Welcome to a real life Skynet
Courtesy of the manufactured terrorist threat
Obey or they’ll come for you yet
Classified as an anarchistic terror suspect
Drone strike! Global Hawk, Raven, survey the scene
Drone strike! Predator, Reaper, flying death machines
Drone strike! Murderous so-called security
Drone strike! Hellfire missiles rain down on me
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