Lyrics

This song is (blegh) This song's called 'This year's War' It was written when the Afghan Afghanistani situation was starting up and The great big row of anti-terrorist laws Started rolling into place like dominoes Sweeping the world in little pockets of Bomb-shaped lumps of freedom & democracy Being dropped on any brown-skinned person Across the planet, so long as they got some oil! Underneath their-Well they've lived for several thousand years Longer than we have This 'Democracy & Freedom' stuff Is a right bunch of bullshit! It's buzzwords (Cheers) That have been used to fuck pеople over forevеr & ever If there's any process left, keep it going & keep it growing Just 'cause they say the wars stopped, no no no no no It's like the battle's stopped, the war is just a massive fucking- Ok, shut up. Lecture over. This Year's War! There's war in the headlines, there's war in the heads Of the people who lead us 'til we're overfed We're not hungry anymore for your giant of war Malnutrition for the global poor The people stood in breadlines Are still paying for the lifelines Are being cursed for nothing worse Then living on the pipelines One war ends and the next one starts The oil pipe dreams lead straight to the heart Of Capitalism and market chains Supplying the demand to feel less pain The pacification is wearing thin Global domination has its cost When culture's lost then no one wins It's no surprise when the bombs go off This year's war This year's war This year's war This year's War against terror like the war on crime A war against anyone, anytime! The invisible enemy could be you Now we live in a world of total strangers Fear dictates till it's who trusts who? Everyone's scared of their next door neighbour This year's war This year's war This year's war This year's War against terror like the war on crime War against anyone, anytime People turn to terror where all else fails The prison's not full of rich white males We're more than scared of the men at the top We're talking to each other and we're pissed off! Pissed off with the thought it's out of our hands That innocent people in far-off lands Will die for the choice or revenge of the few Who say we have no choice in what we must do' The empty reasons about defending Freedoms are just never-ending strings of bluff to justify Complete control over people's lives Or at least the global oil supply And re-election when the polls roll by A place in history when you die This year's war This year's war This year's war This year's war This year's war This year's war