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Conflict - Law And Order
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Conflict - Climbing The Stairs
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Conflict - A Declaration Of Independence
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Conflict - Punk Inn'it
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Conflict - 1824 Overture
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Conflict - 1986, The Battle Continues
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Conflict - A Gaping Hole
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Conflict - A Message To Who
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Conflict - A Piss In The Ocean
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Conflict - A Question Of Priorities
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Conflict - Against All Odds
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Conflict - An Option
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Conflict - As Others See Us
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Conflict - Assured Mutual Destruction
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Conflict - Barricades And Broken Dreams
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Conflict - Berkshire Cunt
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Conflict - Blind Attack
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Conflict - Blood Morons
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Conflict - Bullshit Broadcast
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Conflict - C.R.A.S.S.
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Conflict - Carlo Giuliani
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Conflict - Conflict
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Conflict - Crazy Governments
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Conflict - Cruise
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Conflict - Custom Rock
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Conflict - Do You Get The Picture
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Conflict - Dodi Did 'Er Doggy
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Conflict - EXPLOITATION
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Conflict - Force Or Service
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Conflict - From Protest To Resistance
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Conflict - From St. Paul's To Seattle
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Conflict - Great What?
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Conflict - I Heard A Rumour
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Conflict - I'm Starving
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Conflict - I've Had Enough
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Conflict - Increase The Pressure
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Conflict - Is Never To Die
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Conflict - Just Defy
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Conflict - Kings And Punks
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Conflict - LAW & ORDER (throughout the land)
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Conflict - Let The Battle Commence
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Conflict - Meat Means Murder
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Conflict - Mental Mania
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Conflict - Mighty And Superior
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Conflict - Neither Is This
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Conflict - No Island Of Dreams
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Conflict - No More Excuses
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Conflict - Now You've Put Your Foot In It
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Conflict - One Nation Under The Bomb
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Conflict - Radio Trash
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Conflict - Slaughter Of Innocence
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Conflict - Someday Soon
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Conflict - The A Team
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Conflict - The Arrest
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Conflict - The Cord Is Cut
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Conflict - The Day Before
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Conflict - The Final Conflict
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Conflict - The Greatest Show On Earth
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Conflict - The Guilt & The Glory
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Conflict - The Guilt And The Glory
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Conflict - The Hidden Hand
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Conflict - The Institute Of Dreams
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Conflict - The Positive Junk
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Conflict - The Right To Reply
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Conflict - The Serenade Is Dead
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Conflict - The System Maintains
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Conflict - The Ungovernable Farce
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Conflict - The Ungovernable Force
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Conflict - The War Of Words
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Conflict - There's No Power
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Conflict - These Colours Don't Run
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Conflict - These Things Take Time
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Conflict - They Said That
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Conflict - This Is Not Enough
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Conflict - This Is The Alf
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Conflict - To Be Continued
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Conflict - To Whom It May Concern
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Conflict - Tough Shit Mickey
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Conflict - Vietnam Serenade
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Conflict - War
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Conflict - War Games
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Conflict - Wargames
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Conflict - Whichever Way You Want It
Berkshire Cunt
Conflict
He reads the news, it depresses her. With reports of death by bomb and gun
Astride their horses in the winter lanes. They smile at nature with tenderness
They hear the call, hold hands with pride. And look down at the bloody mess
And civilised upright citizens grin, as the dog's teeth tear at shrieking skin
This ain't savagery; it's jolly old culture. As they stand and wait for death like vultures
She laughs as the bloody fur's flying. Re-applies her lipstick as the animals crying
He claims the tail as privileged prize. And kicks the mangled corpse aside
The time has come when we all must turn around and start to think
No more standing in the corner. Question the missing link
The link that created the misery and pain. That sees the mistakes, but then makes them again
You've heard it once; you'll hear it again. Your blood, their blood serves the same
There they stand and there they grin. Never thinking or questioning
"Why blood of innocents must be spilt". They smile but they can't hide their guilt
That their life is built upon a pile of bodies. Slaughtered animals? Slaughtered squaddies?
The pleasure they take from another's death. Hides the truth that murder feeds their wealth
She smiles at him as dead eyes stare. He takes her hand and strokes her hair
His fingertips soaked in misery are the mark of aristocracy
And the broken form lying in the ditch. The handiwork of the dog and bitch
Bears the label of decency. The honour given so graciously
And backs are slapped in celebration. The success of extermination
Freedom maintained so humanely. As they wipe their hands of blame so bravely
Back at home she wears the fur that proves his precious love for her
Death and glory on her shoulders sit. As the master takes what's rightfully his
Murder is committed in the guise of sport. Ripping flesh is given no thought
Glasses are raised in dedication. The crime is given a justification
Heart beats faster, eyes wide and staring. Death comes whistling cold, uncaring
Slaughtered animals, slaughtered squaddies. Their wealth is built from murdered bodies
