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they say they're all for united kingdom independence

when i think we should be dependent on each other

not to disrespect a man or woman for where they come from,

not to make peace with bombs,

and not to fall to pieces because of the wrongs of others we've invented:

a vent for the closet racists that are costing us our respect for each other

another hateful letter through the post,

posing as politics,

and i swear i'll stop caring

expecting an X on the paper to make things better

when i've been let down and lied to

by the people who said they'd try to make a difference

to the riots and the fighting on the street

to keep what we can

whilst everything else is being handed to the privileged few,

a silver plate matching the silver spoons in their mouths

and lacking any thought for the everyman like me and you

not that i'm doing badly myself,

i just see so much hate and loveless lovemaking around me

that,

sometimes,

it seems making a difference is more difficult

than turning water into wine

(when the last guy tried that it didn't exactly turn out alright)

trying to believe in that when rats the size of dogs are all the papers care about

allowing the things that really matter to slip through their fingers

thinking that hacking a dead girls phone is ok

that the BNP are making a good point

that royalty means loyalty to giving everything to baby george

well BULLSHIT

it's sitting on the fence like we are that's led to this mess

and i feel powerless:

how can one man make a difference?

the jam said that's entertainment

but i want more,

i want to be sure that people will keep fighting the things we find unfair

that we'll care about more than the boring things that fill our days

and the hazy smoke of our friday nights in

i want to know that there's hope over the broken social scene we're stuck in

something in all this that's worth the worthless people dying inside for

as they try to have their say

i want more than to complain

i want to raise the bar for what we can do

prove it's more than just pissing behind a skip when saturday night's lost its charm

the CALM DOWN DEAREST

and nearly falling over,

overcompensating for the way things are

and the parties of tomorrow that slow down

when we realise we didn't try hard enough

and trusted the wrong men to lead us

when all they did was teach me

not to feel guilty

about the misery

of those less fortunate

but i know that all i have to speak my mind

is 2 intersecting diagonal lines

in a square

that no one cares

or gives a SHIT

if i fill in