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FUCK PUNK ROCK RIP POCKETS SNATCH JEWELS

by Hatefilled Kids

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1.
Society digs into you with some vile shite That the best is male, cis, straight & white All that bollocks that your elders said Take your conditioning out back, crowbar its head There's a fascist in your heart (Ya gotta kill that cunt) Patriarchal impulses (Ya gotta let em go) There's a tory in your blood (Ya gotta do it in) There's a bigot in your bones (Slit its throat) It's an ongoing process without an end To eradicate prejudice, to heal, to mend Internalised oppressions, cut em out like a cancer Keep asking questions cos there's no easy answer
2.
You wanna make a change (Yer a cop) But you play the system's game (Yer a cop) And the wheels you can't stop So now you're a cop All cops are cops All cops are cops And it's never gonna stop And still the bodies drop All cops are cops Fall in step with the norm (Yer a cop) Tarnished by the uniform (Yer a cop) Mentality turns blue Fear and anger eats you Cos your job it changes you It doesn't matter, whatever you do From greengrocers eyeing up cabbage To writers cultivating their emotional damage And when you enforce the rules of the state You learn to beat, you learn to hate You learn to profile and to lie To build a blue wall before prying eyes To care about order, not innocence or guilt To never question your fellow filth You stand in line, the law your will Before you just the scum To kill Each and every cop is a cop
3.
From slangs to idiolects and cants Language is life, words are beautiful It explodes, corrupts, redoubles, wavers Adapting, unbreakable, mutable Fuck grammar nazi sympathy You're past simple, we're future perfect Grammar police bastard Prescriptivist scum, prescriptivist scum Fuck grammar nazi sympathy You're stative, we're dynamic Grammar police bastard We argot, go, go. You're gone. We'll split infinitives like your face You uphold oppressive structures with your pedantic schtick If the twists and typos annoy you Y O U R a prick (tense breakdown) Yer a prick.
4.
Started a band with my mate I said, what sound you wanna do? You wanna bring together disparate influences? Mold em into somethin new? He said, no I've got another idea I said then alright show me He said, I wanna sound like just one thing One thing and one thing only If it doesn't sound like Discharge, you can fuck yerself If it ain't got that d-beat, you can beat it, go to hell If it ain't screamin bout nuclear war If it ain't dirty, if it ain't raw If it ain't got that harsh primitive roar If it doesn't sound like Discharge, you can fuck yerself He said, I wanna roll like an armed revolution I asked why? He answered, Why Pierre Menard, Frontman of Discharge Be a disaster, have a war cry Recreate to create, live that look Ready to combust, those clones in black leather More style, more noise, fuck melody Crash that crust, Kawakami forever
5.
The world looks shit, but you look good You look bangin, the future looks bleak So blast that gram, you know you should Don't care if you ain't showered in a week Self-appreciation World hate Dis-GPOY Punks is selfies Now go die Instagram filter harsh black and white Look in the mirror, see a total babe Look out the window, see total war Before the filth burst in on a no-knock raid Snap a pic then out the back door Lit by the flames, your hair looks great It comes for you, it comes for all Yer getting comfortable with your weight In the background the bomb falls
6.
Pulling back Too late to aim All frustration focused Ready to pour out All rage into One senseless action It's what your wanted So here it comes Awaiting impact Here comes the punch
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released April 18, 2017

Recorded at Super Unison Peckham, and Overdrive Deptford by Peter A. Mixed and mastered by Peter A.

PRIMATIVE SOUNDS #4

Thanks to: Colette, Peter, Oli, Juice, Raquel, Alex, Tom, Nuria, Tamsin, Gabi, Camille, Power Lunches (RIP), Smash Disco and DSFL

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