Bad songs

coffee cup

<poem> i swear that someone spiked my coffee cup when i got up today i screamed 'my dearest adeline, we're going to marseille' 'we'll take the train, tell the conductor we can't pay,' 'but we so very dearly need a holiday.'

'we'll dine on port the fineste wine that we can steal' 'we'll strip off naked, run dancing into the sea' 'we'll creep into the concert hall and dance like angry bees' 'fucked on royal honey or a baggy full of E's'

'at night we'll creep into the public library' 'camp out between the bookshelves not so surruptitiously' 'and in the morning claim we're students from the university' 'and they'll believe us, serve us up a cup of tea…'

we broke up on the autoroute headed north into the rain </poem>

there's a riot on in stokes croft

there's a riot on in stokes croft and everyone's invited come along and get your stolen cigarettes and wheelie bins alighted the cops are on the go now there's no need to be polite ay there's a riot on in stokes croft looks a whole lot like a party there's a fire in the tesco and everyones delighted never thought we'd see the corporate ego quite so slighted to the saint paul's massif, the anarchists and the not-so-working classes thank you so much for the picnic come on now raise your glasses then suddenly it ain't so safe to walk the streets of our capitalist city never felt too safe myself can't say it's such a fucking pity still people jumping from their burning homes aint quite my cup of tea never been a better time to go hide your head up in a tree

billys rhyme

all crews united across the uk no matter what you reppin no matter what you say smashing up the cities, taking back our space gonna put the piggies in their god damn place shout scream cheer and mc nobody a listen what they chattin on tv smashin up the tesco, burn down kfc these are our streets and we can live for free cops cameras wankers with mace backin up the tesco tryin a get up in your face looks like revolution is well up on its way they tell us to conform but what do we say?

hit that copper one more time - by wombat

oh baby baby how it happened i just dont know but we've got a copper tied up and let me tell you we're not going to let him go until they all leave site hoist him up into a tree tell me baby should we slit his throat now just because my angryness is killing me and i i will not let them cut down the trees when i see police i loose my mind give me a stick to hit this copper one more time some fluffy hippies might think we are being cruel but technically he's brain dead the cherry picker has fallen into a pit thats not the way they planned it show me how to sabotage them tell me baby cos i need to know now just because my angryness is killing me and i i will not let them cut down the trees when i hear chainsaws i loose my mind i feel inclined to hit this copper one more time we'll make thier chainsaws get clogged up with polyprop and turn them into pompoms we'll get our pisspots and empty them on thier heads when they're stuck in the mud things are starting to get messy so we run and get into our lock-ons just in time police violence is killing me but we've still got one of them stuck up a tree the way they treat us is such a crime that means its fine to hit this copper one more time