They practice so-called justice, law and order their first trick <br />
They practice so-called justice and soon they'll want our necks <br />
They think we are their scapegoats, they look down on me and you <br />
Well just let them believe that, until it's time to see who's who <br />
Sometimes I wonder how much longer it will take <br />
Until people start to realise that the law is but a fake <br />
But across the world rebellion's restrained <br />
And turned against itself by the media's brain <br />
First it's the facts, then they're attacked <br />
Chained to their lies to maintain pride <br />
Always one side, always their side <br />
Never our side, fuck the lot <br />
Always titles, always disciples. They're packaging bullets for the rifles <br />
People are dying, people are crying, while other people are mystified <br />
People are dead, the colour was red. Lives are through, the colour was blue <br />
People are fighting while people are writing. <br />
But I realise someone is hiding the truth <br />
There's pressure in the east, pressure in the west. <br />
The pressure's building up but the rulers know best <br />
How to hold back the masses who beg and demand. <br />
For the slightest chance in a change of command <br />
A command that forces a lifestyle of sin. <br />
Then picks up the pieces and locks them in <br />
That has the power and time to access <br />
And control enemy number one - the press <br />
'People die in horror cell' on the front page of the Sun <br />
Then the page is turned and the real fun has begun <br />
The horror is diluted as the page three girl arrives <br />
Shapely tits, big bulging arse, a sparkle in her eye <br />
More and more and more and more the horror becomes distant <br />
It's swept aside with packaged lies, presented like a present <br />
And the time it's taken in is as your team is winning <br />
A person's died, another's lied, but there's no sign of the killing