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Conflict - Against All Odds
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Conflict - A Piss In The Ocean
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Conflict - Great What?
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Conflict - Meat Means Murder
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Conflict - Mighty And Superior
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Conflict - No More Excuses
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Conflict - The Final Conflict
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Conflict - The Guilt And The Glory
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Conflict - The Serenade Is Dead
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Conflict - 1824 Overture
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Conflict - A Declaration Of Independence
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Conflict - A Gaping Hole
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Conflict - A Question Of Priorities
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Conflict - As Others See Us
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Conflict - Assured Mutual Destruction
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Conflict - Blind Attack
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Conflict - C.R.A.S.S.
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Conflict - Carlo Giuliani
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Conflict - Climbing The Stairs
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Conflict - Conflict
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Conflict - Crazy Governments
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Conflict - Cruise
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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 St. Paul's To Seattle
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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 - 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 - Law And Order
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Conflict - Mental Mania
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Conflict - Neither Is This
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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 - Punk Inn'it
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Conflict - Slaughter Of Innocence
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Conflict - Someday Soon
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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 Greatest Show On Earth
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Conflict - The Guilt & The Glory
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Conflict - The Positive Junk
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Conflict - The Right To Reply
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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 - 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 - Tough Shit Mickey
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Conflict - Wargames
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Conflict - Whichever Way You Want It
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Conflict - 1986, The Battle Continues
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Conflict - A Message To Who
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Conflict - An Option
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Conflict - Barricades And Broken Dreams
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Conflict - Berkshire Cunt
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Conflict - Blood Morons
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Conflict - Bullshit Broadcast
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Conflict - Custom Rock
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Conflict - From Protest To Resistance
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Conflict - I Heard A Rumour
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Conflict - Is Never To Die
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Conflict - Let The Battle Commence
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Conflict - No Island Of Dreams
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Conflict - Radio Trash
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Conflict - The A Team
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Conflict - The Hidden Hand
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Conflict - The Institute Of Dreams
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Conflict - The War Of Words
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Conflict - To Whom It May Concern
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Conflict - Vietnam Serenade
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Conflict - War
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Conflict - War Games
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
