Barricades Songtext
von The Slow Readers Club

Profit in pain, come join the dance,
Sycophants are growing in number
Carry the weight, blood on your hands,
Face it we′re all in the trade

Bent out of shape, life is a gas
Anarchists are marching on London
Kid gone Insane, part of the plan
Liberty gone without trace

Raise up the barricades, kill the dove
Ill wind doth blow
Raise up the barricades, kill the dove
Fear is control


No one is safe, hate on demand
Now king is down in his bunker
Man I'm ashamed, call in the tanks
Taking this shit to the grave

Fear of the state, george understands
He who controls past writes the future
Pick up the pace, out of your hands
Hold your nerve here comes the break

Raise up the barricades, kill the dove
Ill wind doth blow
Raise up the barricades, kill the dove
Fear is control

A war eternal know there will be no end
Another headline, another sorry scene
A war eternal know there will be no end
Another headline, another sorry scene
A war eternal know there will be no end
Another headline, another sorry scene