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Demons
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Featuring a guitar solo by ohgrant @2:50
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Take old skool rave, add indie/punk sensibilities and anarchist politics, shake vigorously, then see what happens...
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#6,524 today Peak #53
#1,178 in subgenre Peak #13
Author
Neil O'Brien
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Uploaded
February 18, 2009
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MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 3:47
Story behind the song
A song in defence of charvers... class war baby!
Lyrics
They call them chav scum and in every respect They fit the profile of the prime suspect They've been demonized, all coated with tar And if they were black we'd see what bigots you are Cos we've seen this before, many times in fact With skins and punks and mods and teddy boys before that When working class youths assert their identity There's a chorus of horror and authorities react They're the faceless phantoms that haunt the street The wretched of the earth, the ghosts at your feast And who can say what purpose it serves? Every society gets the demons it deserves Scorned and ignored at the bottom of the heap Creatures living in darkness, down in the deep Plebs, peasants, underclass, lumpen proles They're not people like us, you know they've got no souls! A resource to exploit, a problem to control They're a mob you can't trust, best keep them on parole Cos they're objects, not actors, yeah, they have no voice Always subject to your rules, never given a choice Crude in manners with uncultivated minds Economically redundant, getting left behind While the well-to-do always howl about yobs They'd rather pay the shareholders than invest in jobs And there's no way out, it's so hard to transcend To get what you need you've gotta make the rules bend Beat down by the right hand, sold out by the left They're all the evidence you need that property is theft Cos they're the ones who go without while others have it all This witness is still insisting it was a push not a fall And it was you who did that, you fucking middle class twat! Every time you vote for tax cuts, the working class get a slap And endless generations of social degradation Have left their mark on half of this nation People mock what they fear and you've got to expect Deny us dignity and respect, you might well fear what you'll get They're the faceless phantoms that haunt the street The wretched of the earth, the ghosts at your feast And who can say what purpose it serves? Every society gets the demons it deserves
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Grant S
Feb 20, 2009
Great job on this Dolly, delightfully dark.