No, Surrender. - Justin Currie

Big Macs for the fat, lo-cal wraps for the call centre battery hens

Japanese snacks for the choice-spoilt citizens, caviar kickbacks for the

citadel denizens

Airport shoeshines servicing the suits among the little silver stereos and

hand-rolled cheroots

First class passengers file on last after the scum are packed in with their

tax-free loot

Checkout calamity, you’re cheated out of loyalty points, ten more years at this

joint you’d be home & dry

Beggars beat round the cash machines but you just slip between them with the

usual lie

Terrible tales of kidnapped kids keep you focused on the family and filling up

the fridge

Neighbourhood watchers shop dole dodgers, stick their semis on the market &

start racking up the bids

Should you stand and fight, should you die for what you think is right

So your useless contribution will be remembered?

If you’re asking me I say no, surrender

Constant growth the cancerous cure, a swarming race of profiteers ensure

Cheap cars for the rich, cheap lives for the poor, cheap weeks in the sun,

free drinks at the door

Puerile propaganda plugs up the TV, keep folk following the money so they’ll

never be free

Keep them swallowing the swill, the celebrities, the paedophiles,

the immigrants invading from the

Camp over the hill

War talk, the big debate, footsoldiers in the capitol liberating new kinds of

hate

Cum-shots of human dots caught in the spotlight’s glare;

he dies who dares

Fatuous fast-trackers sneering at the shelf-stackers, little Middle-Englanders

can’t stand the backpackers

Fortress Freedom, come on in, take your chances-you might win

Should you stand and fight, should you die for what you think is right

So your useless contribution will be remembered?

If you’re asking me I say no, surrender

Sunset beaches security patrolled, keep out the undesirables who won’t accept

the code

Equal opportunity to live in total poverty, execute the ignorant incarcerate

the slow

Car caressing managers choking up the avenues, brain dead patriots standing in

salute

Paperwork raining again and again so that billionaires can claim there’s an

enemy to shoot

Pill pushers, doorsteppers, personal goal shoppers, lifestyle trendsetters,

meditating mindbenders

Hare-brained share sellers pumping out stocks til you’re choking on a

chain-letter avalanche of dross

God squads crawling through every country tracking down fools who are bullshit

hungry

Blinded by divinity followers fall into the man-traps set along the Wailing Wall

Athletes compete in grand charades while tanks flatten streets and a nation

laughs

Visa holders gape at the changing guards while creeps bribe bums to take their

photographs

Film fans flock to the latest schlock, blockbusters block out even the vaguest

thought

Bankrupt schools grind out fool after fool then feed them to a system where

idiots rule

Polling booths, phone votes, bogus questionnaires, you get a say as if anybody

cares

Joe Public doesn’t want to play so liquidate his life as he looks the other way

Don’t get sick, don’t get wise or they’ll gut you with a jistice where

everything is lies

March down Main Street, complain if you want but it’s twenty years straight for

the losers at the front

If you’re asking me I say no, surrender