Pinko

by Commie Faggots

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1.
I'm a bourgeois individualist I go to work then i go get pissed And i don't want no one to bother me Just mind me own business and me family's He's a bourgeois individualist He goes to work then he go gets pissed And he don't want no one to bother him Just likes it when his nephews call him uncle jim I fly away on holiday to chill and find myself I sit on me bum in a third world slum And admire my spiritual wealth He flies away on holiday to open his third eye Fuck the tonne of carbon he's left up in the sky But i'm a bourgeois individualist I don't like to be harrassed by communists Who say "we must go on strike to seize the means of production" When i'm trying to save money for my wife's lipo-suction He's a bourgeois individualist He don't like to be harrassed by communists Who say "we must go on strike to seize the means of production" When he's trying to save money for his wife's lipo-suction I drive a 4X4 and when i close that door It's like a second home I don't believe in class That's a thing of the past! Hey look at my brand new 4g online touch-screen limited edition en- ter- tain- ing online mobile phone! Cos i'm a bourgeois individualist And i like to think i'm anti-capitalist But i'm a bourgeois individualist Won't say anymore you get the gist
2.
I want a library in my local Lloyds I want a nursing home in the Natwest I want a kindergarten in the Co-op I want a hospital in the H.S.B.C I want to see bankers march for their bonuses I want stockbrokers to strike for their pay I want the army to have to buy missiles by holding a jumble sale If you're poor or you're running from a war Fill out this form and wait there by the door But if you've got millions then come in, that's brilliant Buy up some land and build houses galore Buy more, and more, and more.. and more... But i can't pay the mortgage and i can't pay the rent 'Cause now we're homeless the money's all spent But i can't claim benefits 'cause they've all been cut And i can't squat a building 'cause they've all been shut Can't sleep on the streets 'cause we'll get locked up So let's all go to prison! Free bed, free food, free clothes, free shoes - let's all go to prison! Free haircuts, free heating, free telly and a free gym - let's all go to prison! Free healthcare - dental, medical, mental - let's all go to prison! Free ceilings, free floors, free windows, free walls - let's all go to prison! Let’s all go, let’s all go, let’s all go to prison Let’s all go, let’s all go, let’s all go to prison
3.
Pink Poppy 03:27
Red poppy, red poppy, red poppy have you got your red poppy? Red poppy, red poppy, red poppy now where’s your red poppy? Don’t you know about the First World War? It’s what we wear these poppies for They’re to symbolise the blood that the soldiers bled That’s why the poppies are coloured red But it wasn’t the whole world that actually fought It was primarily Europe - that’s what i was taught And i already knew that blood is red I think I’ll wear a white poppy instead White poppy, white poppy, i think i’ll wear a white poppy White poppy, white poppy, if Jezza wears one then the press’ll get stroppy We’re talking about the Great War It was “greatness” that they were fighting for That’s what the man on the TV said “We must wear them to honour the glorious dead” I don’t think any war is great mate And i don’t want to die in service to the State And the way I choose to honour the slain Is to make sure it never happens again Red poppy, red poppy, it don’t matter if it’s a photoshopped copy Red poppy, red poppy, if a soldier don’t wear one he goes all floppy But this was the War to End All Wars It was better than when we were bashed by the Boers We wear these poppies to remember Forget about the 5th of November Well I’m dreadfully sorry to disappoint But it didn’t end all wars - that’s exactly my point 200 million have died in wars since then Where’s your flowers for all those women and men? Dead puppy, dead puppy, if you don’t care about people here’s a picture of a puppy The shrapnel hit the puppy and the puppy bled, that’s why the puppy is coloured red But we wear the poppies to Help the Heroes Those who don’t wear them are worse than zeroes We wear them to support our troops They’re being disrespected by these Commie peace groups You don’t wear them to remember you wear them to forget If in your mind there’s more wars to wage yet You need to red wash the horror of war By glorifying militarism - that’s what your poppy’s for Here’s a man who remembers - he’s a “World” War vet He’s never worn a poppy, he’d rather forget But he breathes it every day - he’s got shell shock If you ask him he’ll tell you he wants his generals in the dock Red poppy, red poppy, that’s what your life really lacks Red poppy, red poppy, and I’ve got a sack of smack out the back Yes they’ve got plenty of poppies in Afghanistan But we don’t need to honour them - that’s an Arab not a man If you want to know the value of the poppy here’s the proof Heroin sales have gone through the roof The Army must think that we’re fools That’s why they use red poppies as recruitment tools They’re pushing poppies in primary schools Now pose with this gun kid - isn’t it cool? Pink poppy, pink poppy, here’s a compromise I’ll wear a pink poppy Pink poppy, pink poppy, I’ll wear a pink poppy and it’s not because I’m soppy I’ll start with white cos i refuse to fight And I’ll blend in some red out of respect for the dead But if someone asks me why I’m wearing pink I’ll say It’s because I think the army’s gay
4.
War Song 04:02
Come on then, let's have another war - let's kill each other again! Do you really honestly think that when there's a problem, the answer's having a fight? If i'm angry with someone and i go and kill someone else, is that alright? I can hear you, it depends on who or why or where - you're full of shite. It might be right if like you might find some insight, fly right into the light? No, no no.. Come on then, let's have another war, let's kill each other again! In your book it says 'thou shalt not kill' and it don't give a list of exceptions, Except where it says it's ok to kill strangers, i guess truth's just someone's perception: Go out and find some slave, some foreskins or some skulls to add to your collection. I guess the god that said 'thou shalt not kill' must have been an evil god of deception, Must have meant to say: Go on then, go and have another war, go and kill each other again! All this time to learn and get it right and still we're killing our sisters and brothers. You might say they're far away, not family, not your problem but you're wrong. You're wrong, wrong, wrong. That old man and woman there crying over their dead children - They're my father and mother. How many ways are there to say we're killing ourselves when we kill each other? One world - one people - one life - one consciousness One world - one people - one life - one consciousness One world - one people - one life - one consciousness one world - one people - one life - one consciousness ...Ah, fuck it. Come on then, let's have another war, let's kill each other again! Come on then, let's have another war, let's kill each other together! Come on then, let's have another war, let's kill each other forever!
5.
You've travelled all around the world You've tried all the finest wines You've read all the greatest books And you're still a fucking moron I saw you walking in the park And it was getting pretty dark Your face looked like that of a shark ah-ooh And there was no one else around Another face could not be found So i kicked you in the balls ah-ooh Richardbransonrichardbransonrichardbransonahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Richardbransonrichardbransonrichardbransonahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah You went to English "Public" school You did not follow all da rule Your headmaster he was not cool ao-ooh You were a young entrepeneur When you needed money daddy sent you more You pile your banknotes in an isle off-shore ah-ooh Virgin mobile, Virgin airlines, Virgin railways ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin records, Guiness records, Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin galactic, Virgin atlantic, Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin media, Virgin banking, Virgin wankingahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah Virgin condoms ahwaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyah
6.
O2 02:42
O2 - i want to go to, i want to go to the O2 I want to go to, the O2, I want to go to, i want to go... And listen to your music Til i feel too sick Oh where is Carling - Carling my Darling? You have betrayed me - raped me and flayed me Now i need to hop, hop, hop To the Body Shop, shop, shop And rub Wild Cherry Body Butter into my wounds Then i may learn to love you too O2 i want to go to, i want to go to the O2 I want to go to, the O2, i want to go to the Body Shop too And rub Jojoba Hydrating Powder into my wounds Then i may learn to love U2 Oh no - here comes Bono Oh no - what a [insert insult of choice] He thinks he's Jesus resurrected Real music is rejected at the O2 i want to go to, i want to go to the O2 I want to go to the O2 do you you want to go too? Do you want to go? NO! O2 - don't want to go to, don't want to go to Don't want to go Don't want to go to the O2 Don't want to go to Don't want to go to the O2 Because it's shite
7.
Millionaire 03:25
Well you don't need that money - you're a millionaire Other people need it more than you but you don't fucking care Though it is not your fault that you were born with silver spoon You're an adult now you better share some of it soon Well you say you'll leave this country if we make you pay your tax I'll drive you to the airport come on jump into the back And you say your wealth is justified 'cos it will trickle down We'll only get a drop of gold if we melt the fucking crown Fuck you - you're a millionaire Fuck you- - you don't fucking care Fuck you - your'e a millionaire Fuck you - didn't dad teach you to share? You inherited that money - didn't earn it by yourself If you shared some of it around it might help your mental health You inherited that money didn't earn it on your own But you drive right past the homeless as you leave your second home There's a limit to what you can need to be truly content But two homes aren't enough for you - you buy some more to rent Accumulate, accumulate - that's all that you live for But you can't take that money with you when you go through death's door Accumulate, accumulate - that's all that you work for But you evade inheritance tax so it won't go to the poor Fuck you - you're a millionaire Fuck you- - you don't fucking care Fuck you - you're a millionaire Fuck you - didn't mum teach you to share? Your values are valueless if you're worth millions when you die If you defend privilege without once asking why You spent your life at banquets and just left us with the crumbs "Charitable donations" when the tax man comes You point to your philanthropy to show how much you care When a generous lump sum's needed the millionaire is there The system that enriches you is the one that inflicts this need You play the hero with the bandage when the wounds begin to bleed Fuck you - we don't need your charity Fuck you - we demand equality Fuck you - if you really cared Then you - you wouldn't be a millionaire
8.
We are the commie party poopers We come to poo on your party We're going to squat over a moving fan And fling shit on your settee The shit will hit ev-ery corner And drop in your champagne glass It comes with special complimentes From the party pooper's arse Because the snow that you are snorting Did not fall out of the sky The coke that's got you cavorting Has come from hell to make you high It's grown by cocaine socialistas And right-wing paramilitaries Another campesino's shot dead Every time that you sneeze The white powder has now turned red And it's trickling out your nose A village the army shot dead Then dressed in guerilla clothes 'Cos a bounty's not a chocolate bar It's a FARC member's head Some ping-pong retaliations Another village lying dead 'Cos the journey that this coke took To end up up our nose It was a bloody vicious one And now everybody knows That this party's not a fiesta This one's nasty and right-wing El Presidente or Dictator Cocaine money brings them in So when we're over our hangover And claim we're socialists today There's one thing we should remember That this cocaine was brought to you by peasant murdering paramilitaries who were armed and funded by the C.I.A
9.
Welcome Here 05:13
You're welcome here You're welcome here You're welcome here You're welcome here We've got plenty room to spare And we've got people who care about you Yes we've got plenty empty homes Which are of more use than these poems And you can lay your head down We don't care that your skin is brown You are an ex-patriot And it's Murdoch who is an immigrant You're welcome here You're welcome here You're welcome here You're welcome here Prejudice will start to melt When your story has been felt And together we'll start to heal Cos it's us and not the papers who are real My government killed your mother You fled your homeland under cover You risked your life to reach our shores We welcome you with open doors You're welcome here You're welcome here You're welcome here You're welcome here Refugee camp - born into terror Collateral damage - just "human error" You fought back but there's a protest ban So it's straight out of the camp and into the can You survived a bullet that was aimed at your head You fled death threats that were sprayed onto your bed You were smuggled here on a truck Arrived at three in the morning smeared in muck Whilst you sought asylum you slept in the streets You wandered graveyards remembering minatory sheets You were found convulsing at an entrance to a park Your life was saved by a doctor from Iraq You're welcome here You're welcome here You're welcome here You're welcome here
10.
Hate Week 04:18
The white folks hate the black folks and the black folks hate the white folks back And everyone hates the Jewish folks and they hate everyone and dress in black And the thin folks hate the fat folks and the fat folks hate themselves And the poor folks hate the rich folks then get rich and hate the poor folks. And that is why The States hate the terrorists and the terrorist hates the state And every day on the colour TV there are even more people for you to hate: Races, religions and football divisions, Paedophiles, immigrants, and greedy politicians, Useless slobs, arrogant snobs, Greedy, boring, stupid, vicious... Oh my god they’re doing it again! Take your partner by the hand - it’s hate week! Dance in circles round and round for hate week. To the left and i smack you, to the left and you smack me, That’s the way it’s going to be for hate week. X2 And now the parents hate their children and the children hate their mums and dads And the winners hate the losers and the losers hate the winners just as bad And the men hate the women who hate the women who hate the men And you hate each other now for what some arsehole did back then? And some folks hate you so much that they’d kill themselves to get ya And if you could you’d buy a gun except the law won’t let ya So just stay in and watch TV and let it feed your hate and fear And if you’re lucky there’ll be a war and you’ll end up the only person here... Living on a hill in Devon Take your partner by the hand - it’s hate week! Dance in circles round and round for hate week. To the left and i smack you, to the left and you smack me, That’s the way it’s going to be for hate week.

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The first full album by Commie Faggots, after the 2014 E.P "I expect his socialist ideals will mellow with age"

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released March 10, 2017

All songs written by Commie Faggots
Performed by: Mardi McMarx - drums, Kim Jong Paul Sartre- keyboards, Richè Guevara Allen - bass, LiberArchie - guitar and vox

Recorded at LiberArchie studios

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