Rapists of the Digital Age

I took a picture of some shit

Typed Gordon Brown and Hypocrite

Its theme was anti-governmental

And I only used it as ornamental,

I intended it to scorn the state

To cause some pain in their prostate,

But then the labour got a hold

And turned it up against its mould,

They swapped the Brown for the Cameron

Never ask the fucking cam man

They said they didn’t intend to mention,

Nor inform of its new intention

They said that whilst we all slept

In the D.E act had crept,

Now our pictures could be whores

Thanks to one fucking clause,

43 is a dangerous thing to pass

A blatant kick in the fucking ass,

As long as you pay their licence fee

You can rape my pictures without me,

Or that was the their evil intent,

Till good campaigners said ‘get bent’,

They rallied against the fascist notion

Of government silence and no commotion,

They protested the digital economy

Said no to rape or imposed monopoly,

They said what’s ours is ours

The state can’t use it for a charge,

And civil liberties heaved a sigh

Another day not to die,

But we’re letting our freedom get fucking near

To something that you never hear

Soon the state will own your babies

Fend you off with ifs and maybes,

Sell that child to the highest bidder

Hippy spawn to fascist bigot,

I’m sorry I was too late to head the call,

Next time I wont let freedom fall.

Good work to the people who fought clause 43 in the digital economy act, as well as the act itself, it has been removed but the rest of the act which infringes on your civil liberties goes onwards…

Here’s a link to some of the literature available.

Stop 43

Pirate Party UK

Propaganda Machine

The propaganda machine speeds on relentless

And we can’t do a damn thing to prevent this,

We sit down and take in the lies we all read,

But don’t hear of the tyrant’s or their filthy greed,

Of editors and columnists, of readers and of men

Fearful of the world reported not the world we ken,

Here we sit and dwell till poverty gives abode,

I don’t know any of the families living down my road,

The papers say their kids will stab me

And if I report them the police black flag me,

Estates where once harmonious dreams tried to thrive

Turned out dank and pissed stained where only the strong survive,

The weak are left behind with a sallow look of brain,

Kid’s with knives and suicide is all that oft’ remain,

And false the man who stands with poise and grace,

Preaching to the masses from his second face,

He tells us all is well and we can be so safe

But naught have I read to justify this wraith,

Harbinger of lies but not a paper type,

This propaganda machine spreads some fucking tripe.

Oh Mr Brown

Oh Mr Brown

You make me want to die,

Made me lost

And question why,

Oh Mr Brown

You pushed me to the edge,

Took me to the roof

Left me on the ledge,

Oh Mr Brown,

You refuse to see,

The whole damn world

Is sick of thee,

Oh Mr Brown

You forced our tears,

We sank much deeper

In your years,

Oh Mr Brown

What have you done,

Forced me to drink

And carry a gun,

Oh Mr Brown

An ode to you,

Destroyer of worlds,

Get out.

Dissidents don’t Die

I got no interest I got no reason,

I’m the lost generation out of season,

I cower in the freezin’ cold of labour

Unable to be a dreamer or gazer,

My light is dark and my shadow’s long

And all my priorities are very wrong,

And the dissidents are there and thriving,

In every vote there is one hiding,

Waiting for the straw to break,

Hoping Jack pays for his mistake,

The information nazi’s are out in force,

Feeding us a liar’s discourse,

We can’t demonize the already evil

Or hold them accountable if illegal,

We don’t have freedom to living

And the government tells us when we’re forgiving,

And the afterlife is such sweet release,

Compared to economics swift decrease,

And the blood on the hands of those who stood by

Will paint a picture of hell in the sky

And those who continue to vote for a lie

Will be painted in blood after they die.

Vile Tongue

Vile are the lies
From government lips,
Their evil quotes
And sadistic quips,
Vile is the state
You’ve left me in,
Unable to afford
The innocent sin,
Vile is the ruin
Our once great land,
Driving stout patriots
To new shores and sand,
Vile is the control
In which we’re locked,
Disallowed freedom
Till your gun is cocked,
Vile is the time,
Mine you take,
Your greed consumes
Your lust to slake,
Vile is the point
That became unclear,
Only laid dying
Can I now hear,
Vile is the dignity,
I was deprived,
Naught for money
I had survived,
Vile is my poverty
A gift of your’s,
Cast down confused
These weary laws,
Vile is the legacy
Forged by force,
At my expense,
But of course,
Vile is your contempt,
As loyal subject
My life decaying
From your neglect,
Vile are your rules
Never twice the same,
Explained to foreigners
Behind my shame,
Vile is your crime
With tax i fund,
Yet i commit naught
And still i’m shunned,
Vile all you are,
One and last,
These new mistakes,
Once were past.
Vile is the sight,
when the old die young,
For young know fear
Of your vile tongue

Armed and Dangerous

I see the government lies like a gun upon my table

Politicians like bullets that make my gun be able,

Society will aim you cleanly at my face

Religion makes me pull the trigger when faced with my disgrace,

A thousand random strangers pass me as I’m bleeding

Spit or kick at me or ignore me like I’m sleeping,

Law wont protect he who’ll choose to guard himself

And hospitals change the rules regardless of your health,

The point I’m trying to make here using only 10 lines or less

Is don’t support authority as it’ll drive you to your deaths.

Bad Education Good Whore

Thanks to internet dating

Or the music in the club,

I could never find a woman

For a sexy quick old rub,

And now we got equality

And women have a vote,

I’m just fucking frowned upon

you dirty pervert scrote,

And all the girls at work

Will avoid me like the mumps,

Coz I’m a miserable bastard

Arrogant bearded cunt,

And when it comes to sex

If I don’t want fat and rough,

I gotta pay some money

For a stunnin bit of muff,

But thanks to dear old labour

All the hotties are now jobless,

And maybe a few quid

Will quickly get them topless,

The uni’s sure wont have them

But you know I fucking will,

Cos 50 pounds an hour

Can buy some cheap old thrill,

You say she looks respectable

When she’s drinking in your town,

But I gave her money for her drinks

When she was going down,

So if your daughter lives alone

How’s she pay the rent,

Single bedroom for incalls

Prostitutional intent,

How’s your girlfriend feeling

Her education’s poor,

Her career path is McDonald’s

Or she could become a whore,

£4.83 an hour

From 18 till 21,

Or 100 and hour

For sucking on my dong,

I find it all ironic

That the government hates whores,

But pushes more and more of them

To work behind closed doors,

They refuse to give out options

To so many of the young,

So some of them have dead-end jobs

But most of them have none,

Some of them have kids

Cos the government pays their way,

Some become beauticians

For fucking lousy pay,

Some will work for nothing

And some will work in shops,

But more so now than ever

Some will work with cocks,

So if your child is precious

And you want to give the best,

And stop old men paying

To suck upon her chest,

you better make your government

Fund more Universities,

So places aren’t like gold dust

And your girls get off their knees.