Chorus:  If they drop a bomb on us, we fucking deserve it
         We know we got it coming, we fucking deserve it
         They got a comfy set up, they'll try and preserve it
         We had the early warning, we can sit and observe it
Sliding down guidelines, cradle to the grave
All the willing saviours see that we behave
Everybody knows they're there, see them all around
Lots of little people who'll put you in the ground
Well, take a burnin
Awaking The Centuries lyrics

Awaking the Centuries

In the books of what will be
Written by the demon lord?
Never lift your head up to the east
'cause darkness wakes the best!

Der Kerzen Schein
Er leuchtet fahl
Als das Sonnenlicht er st
g issue and stuff it up your arse
They've fucked you with a furrowed brow
Shitting broken glass
Marching down the 'dilly to demonstrate again
While the men who plan the holocaust are pissed out of their brain
Brain of pasty people, who'll bomb it all to fuck
You can be a victim or they'll let you try your luck
Pass it on to others, ship it down the line
Leave the world in ruins, you know we've got the time
Chorus
Cop-outs look for motives....Freudian analyst
Come on, Mr Horro
Shock Of Point 6 lyrics

Bow down bow down bow down
And I'll give you everything
Bow down bow down bow down
And I'll give you everything that a man could need
Everything is there in time
Everything's recurring in time
We conceive wit
, what do you make of this?
Won't find many people without their rationale
Any handy concept to hang upon the wall
Soldier's got his enemy, police have got the state
Family have home sweet home, SS got red tape
MP's got his duty, priest has got his sin
Everybody finds a hole, to drop somebody in
Seeking out wisdom in the ironies of life
Weight up subtleties, fiddling with the ties
No-one else decides for you, whether to or not
You make an easy target if you're running on the 
Le Con lyrics

(G. Bachelet)
I
Petit mouflard petit con rebondi
Petit connin plus fier que l?vrier hardi
Plus que lion au combat courageux
Agile et prompt en tes fol?tres jeux
Plus que le singe ou le jeune ch?ton
Connin v?t
pot
Chorus
Someone's been training, flexing their muscles
Getting in practice, irrelevant tussles
Given a march, or a quiet Sunday demo
They wait till the state put the finger on you
Peeping through a frown, your humanity in rags
Playing the loser till the sense of purpose sags
They can deal with heroes, watch the bleeders run
Only your head keeps the target from the gun
No-one else decides for you, whether to or not
You make an easy target if you're running on the spot