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Poison Girls
Language: English


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[1980]
Album "Chappaquiddick Bridge", prodotto dai Crass.

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"Statement" è il "manifesto" delle Poison Girls e - non a caso - il titolo della più importante fra le collection riguardanti questa band, "Statement - The Complete Recordings" del 1995.
I denounce the system
that murders my children
I denounce the system
that denies my existence
I curse the system
that makes machines of my children
I reject the system
that makes men of machines
I reject the system
that turns bodies of my own sweet flesh
into monsters of iron and steel and war
And turns the hands of my children
into robot claws
I reject the system
that turns the hearts of my children
Against this earth
I curse the system
That turns the genitals of my children
Into factories of fire and destruction
and rapes our flesh
and tears our womb
this earth our home.

There are no words for us no words
When the fireball
rapes the flesh of the earth
When the fireball
tears the womb of the world
When the bullet
rips apart the son and the lover
When the bullet
rips apart the son and the lover
Lays to waste
the wombwork and the labour
Where are they
that will cherish my flesh
Where are they
that will cherish my children
The men that will stand
against the deathdealers
The children who can say no
to the lifestealers
Where are they that will
curse the deathdealers
I denounce the system

There are no words for us no words

Rooted in pain
they sell their own flesh
Rooted in pain
they do anything for money
They deal in death
with minds that feed on hate
In fear of life they kill without pity
In fear of love they wound and they rape
In fear of love they rape without pity
Where are they
that will cherish my flesh
Where are they
that will cherish my children
The men that will stand
against the deathdealers
I denounce the system

There are no words for us no words

Only a curse
leaps from my throat
Only a curse
leaps like blood from my throat
To curse the warlords
that lay to waste our labour
That lay to waste
the wombwork and the labour
That lay to waste
the wombwork and the labour

That lays to waste
That lays to waste
waste... waste...
waste... waste...
waste

Contributed by Alessandro - 2010/1/15 - 13:37



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