The Final Conflict

Eight years of hard labour now seems suddenly to fade

Away we stand defeated, at home the police invade

Prosecutions hit an all time high, A.L.F. friends locked inside

Our own they turn against us. Well you've got what you want, now shut you mouth

Fuck you, fucking fuck off, can't you see what you're destroying?

They sit back fucking creasing up as we squabble assisting all of them

You are what you think and that's nothing, can't you see what we say is you?

Scurrying around like angry ants, banging our heads on the same wall

Stop; don't think that we are very close to getting there - where?

They give us tiny victories to keep us all content

To trick us into false achievement, the realisation difference

Look, everything we gain is what they let us have

Abort the system all you like, but the board game's titled 'power'

And who's got the board game in hand

The story continues, big business thrives

The world is endangered every day of our lives

They build their arsenals of armies, tanks and guns

Do you still consider life as simply being all fun?

Next time you see protest, ask yourself why?

People shout and scream, they want peace more than a dream

We simply want to live in the way we choose

One day there will be no rulers of the roost

So you stand back with your ideals, your rightful personal opinions

Taking what you want from me but don't say I haven't given

I won't be stuck on the Christmas tree; I won't dictate what you should be

Now I just dream of being free

And tears fill my eyes when I think of what it could have been

Keep at the battle although support may die

Watch every move they make, but always ask why

I'm now glad I stand your outcast; I know we saw it through the past

And any move we made wasn't judged by good results

But by the stereotypes who made us their new cult

We stepped across the lines the music biz neatly drew

We heard the screams of "sell out shit"

But didn't have a clue

Some sell their arse to the BBC; I'm so proud they don't want me

While they have their fantasies, their technicolour dreams

Remember that reality always breaks through, proving life's just what it seems

There's still the Government's police force, complete with boots and gloves

That puts a whole new meaning on the precious word love

The boot still goes in in Ireland, treading on the hands

Still misery and poverty, throughout the pleasant land

Still the threat hangs above our heads known by many names

That's now nice and neatly packaged into harmless TV games

So we'll continue fighting

Yes that's right, we destroyed our own following

Smashed the legs from the pedestal, amongst howling and hollowing

Rose a movement standing so strong against all wrongs

It's a world where little changes but the importance of songs

Has never been so great did it come too late?

Some set out to destroy us perhaps they like the state

Twelve years of Tory conditioning, police and state privilege

Finally proved too much for those now broken and fucked

But out of it came one important achievement, self-respect, dignity, the acknowledgement of trying

There is no independence, and that's how it's going to stay

Not many understand madness, no one understood Conflict

Conflict is to clash, a battle

The house that man built stills stands strong

The Centro Iberico's now defunct

A nation of animal lovers coincide

With the stupid bastards who help EMI

Turning rebellion into money

Its time to see who's who

But the serenade is dead

We increased the pressure from protest to resistance to the ungovernable force

The Final Conflict. Our war of words.