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No Government

You're paying for your majesty
She's having fun
She don't join the army
And she don't get a gun
You're paying for your civvies
Now what are they for?
They never count the killings
Hiroshima '84

Brew your own it's about to ferment
No Maggie Thatcher and No Government

Two Years Too Late

2 years too late
2 years too late for what?
Too late for the papers and the man in the street
2 years too late for what?

2 years too late
2 years too late for what?
Too late for the record company we never got
2 years too late for what?

Let Them Free

Is anybody out there
Let them join the kids
But the soldier boy was breathing
When they nailed the coffin lids, lids

Claim to be a majority
No that's a lie
Barely a minority
Queuing up to die

Let them free lift the lids
Let them free your the kids

The army ban your marching
They've got a lot to learn
I'm supposed to answer
War is no concern of theirs

Another Dead Soldier

Another dead soldier, lying in the street
He stares at the people as he walks on his beat

Corporal 123
That's the end of you

Discography

ANTI-PASTI "FOUR SORE POINTS" 7" EP
ANTI-PASTI "LET THEM FREE" 7" EP
ANTI-PASTI "THE LAST CALL" LP
ANTI-PASTI "SIX GUNS" 7" EP
ANTI-PASTI "EAST TO WEST" 7" EP
ANTI-PASTI "CAUTION IN THE WIND" LP
ANTI-PASTI "CAUTION IN THE WIND" 7" EP
ANTI-PASTI/EXPLOITED 7" EP
anti-pasti - let them free - ep
anti-pasti - let them free -  ep - back
anti-pasti - four sore points ep
anti-pasti - four sore points ep - back

Links

All-Music Guide Biography
PunkNet 77 Biography
Trouser Press Review

Now's the Time


When the streets turn red and the night turns black
The flag of oppression is hanging frm your back
Three million voices shouting in fear
No one stops to listen no one stops to hear

'Cos now's the time

Local depression staring through the door
Eyes of sorrow in 1984
So far away but yet so near
No one stops to listen no one stops to hear

'Cos now's the time

Six Guns

Not a chance to plead our cause
Read what has been written do not see his face

Six Guns
Six hands
Thirty six murders

The damage is done it has left it's trace
Stop press stop press fill that space

I must lick the feet of the men in the know
How can you tell who is friend or foe


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