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There But For the Grace of God

"There but for the grace of God go I",I heard them say,then they passed an addict begging on the streets and walked away,
They call themselves God's children and through Gods lands they roam,but the homeless don't get charity,cause charity begins at home,
There but for the grace of God go I and don't ya know,don't bother asking for thier help they'll only turn and go,
So much for christian values leave them stacked up in the shelf,they'll tell you God will only help the man who helps himself,
There but for the grace of God go I it's just a farce,so take your Christian values now and shove them up your arse,
It's nothing but hypocrisy it's flagrant and it's rife,ther quick enough to pass remarks on someone elses life,
So ther but for the grace of God go I 'n' aint it true,don't think that you're above it friend,one day it could be you.

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Give Ireland Back To the Irish

The familiar sound of gunshots rings out in the dead of night,as a sniper takes position in the bushes out of sight,
Past my front door I hear the sound of many marching feet,as II Para make thier presence felt upon a Belfast street,
Gerry Adams does a hard days graft and then it's homeward bound,as a British soldier just nineteen lays wounded on the ground,
Well he fought for Queen and country so it comes as no surprise,as he drew his last breath,said a prayer and there a hero dies,
So many slain civilians there just casualties of war,do these people even realise what it is they're fighting for?
Or has the whole point of it got lost in the mists of time,the I.R.A take credit for thier latest deadly crime,
In a safe-house miles from nowhere ther's three loyalists lying dead,one in a grave[he was buried alive]and two with one straight through the head,
But the score it was evened before the cock crowed three Catholic civilians were slain,and there's rumours of vengence and fights to the death and calls to keep calm from Sinn Fein,
As politicians armed with pens sit counting up lost lives,the Ulster Paramilitary sit sharpening thier knives,
And loading slugs into the clip of someone elses gun,cpme on now lads there's dirty deeds awaitin to be done,
In Londonderry,County Down,in Belfast,newry too,the catholics and the protestants keep Ireland torn into,
as our children grow up in the shadow of fear,there's a stench of death and bloodshen here,
So you with the power to give us a chance,let's find a solution and finish the dance,
give Ireland back to the Irish....please,or bring the whole damned nation crashing down to its knees.

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Way Too Much Power

Way too much power stacked up on the shelf,almost as much power as the lord God himself,
No room for human error,no room for mistake,with a long list of families and hearts they did break,
Who made the decision,who deemed it correct?it's a fine l;ine between nurture and neglect,
Misinterpretation is just no excuse,is it child protection or maybe child abuse?
As you gather the details each one in it's place,have you got all the facts right to build up the case?
Was it normal chastising or harsh push 'n' shove?as you remove these kids from the parents they love,
And the homes that are broken get tossed on the pile,as the kid with no mummy forgets how to smile,
And the powers that be sit deciding our fate and there's no words of wisdom that can compensate,
So where lies the answer to whom love deprives,given way too much power to play God with kids lives.

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Who Am I

I am your worst nightmare and I haunt you as you sleep,
Virtual strangers we, but with a bond that runs real deep, Although you do not know me I've been there throughout your life,
And the pain that I inflict on you, it cuts you like a knife,
I am your worst enemy, but still your loyalest friend,
And to come and f*ck up your whole day on me you can depend,
I'm the one who knows you inside out, but the one from whom you hide,,
And the one who did destroy your esteem, confidence and pride,
I'm the one who takes all that you've got til you're stood there with f*ck all,
But even so, I think you know, that I'll catch you when you fall,
Do you know the one of whom I speak, if not please tell me why?
That you do not have the answer to the question, 'Who am I ?'
If the answer still evades you, take a look and you will see,
That the one there in the mirror, looking back at you...its me.

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Dancin' With the Devil

I danced with the Devil at the age of seventeen,'n' he danced with me to hell 'n' back and places in between,
Now the Devil was no friend of mine and often did me wrong,introduced me to the needle and the Crack rock on the bong,
Introduced me to a twilight world where drugs were my affliction,I took a chance,began the dance,straight into drug addiction,
I danced with the Devil and we danced into the night,where everythin around me now was either Brown or White,
Now the Devil he was devious,to dupe me his one goal,and the dance would never finish 'til he'd stole away my soul,
opI danced with the Devil and we're dancing to this day,my life's a mere existence that's been stamped with class of 'A',
Been going round in circles and it's tearing me apart,
I thimk I'm near the end then see I'm right back at the start,
So if Satan asks you for a dance pray heed the words I tell...or you'll be dancing with the devil,and he'll dance you straight to Hell.

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The Mask

Each day as I awake to face another endless task,before I show my face outside the door I don the mask,
So no-one see's the real me,it's a front ['n' that's a cert],the mask it's my security prevents me getting hurt,
A wall that i can hide behind,a door that I can lock,if I let you glimpse the real me you'd be in for quite a shock,
See,I wouldn't last five minutes in this game and please believe,for the little girl lost inside of me's so vulnerable,naive,
see when the Crack life found me 'n' I got hooked on this bad stuff,I knew I'd never make the day l'est I became more tough,
So I worked on my performence and I played the leading role,and to be a smarter wiser,tougher girl it was my goal,
Well I learned my lines wiyth accuracy no-one taught me how,and I played the part 'til I became the person you see now,
But don't you get too close or I shall put you in your place,l'est you should try to look behind the mask that hides my face.

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The Mask

Each day as I awake to face another endless task,before I show my face outside the door I don the mask,
So no-one see's the real me,it's a front ['n' that's a cert],the mask it's my security prevents me getting hurt,
A wall that i can hide behind,a door that I can lock,if I let you glimpse the real me you'd be in for quite a shock,
See,I wouldn't last five minutes in this game and please believe,for the little girl lost inside of me's so vulnerable,naive,
see when the Crack life found me 'n' I got hooked on this bad stuff,I knew I'd never make the day l'est I became more tough,
So I worked on my performence and I played the leading role,and to be a smarter wiser,tougher girl it was my goal,
Well I learned my lines wiyth accuracy no-one taught me how,and I played the part 'til I became the person you see now,
But don't you get too close or I shall put you in your place,l'est you should try to look behind the mask that hides my face.

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Suffer Little Children

Suffer little children to come untio

o me,then stand and watch as paedophiles get caught,tried then set free,
But you know the way it is today,there's just no room in jail,so the dregs of our society end up released on bail,
See all you do good idiots who plead thier case in court,for the sexually abused and defiled won't you please spare a thought,
Don't you see that to forgive these men we simply can't afford,'cause paedaphilias terminal,a disease that can't be cured,
Like vultures nonces hover,they wait patiently until,they see a little boy or girl then go in for the kill,
Remember little Lesley-ann,Kieth Bennett,Jeanette Tate?just how much for a childs lost life are you willing to compensate?
And what about the families?they're the victims left behind,d'you think while these men walk 'round free they'll find thier peace of mind?
So suffer little children 'cause I know the things you see,I know just how you suffer,'cause you suffer just likem me.