Halcyon

Fools are on the street raging away,
While the hard workers are waking up
To a cold summers day,

They shower us with glass,
They burn things to a shell,
Making a riot is childs play,
You should try it.

Remember Britain these are our children on those streets.
Those police men sticking the boot in are no better.

The green eyed conservatives hiding behind their morals.

Its britains children fighting in the streets.

Its our future being stamped under the feet.

I shot a pigeon once just for sport,
When I hit it, guilt hit me and I realise I was a monster.

But the people take no notice.
They just want a saviour.

They will hand over their rights just so they feel safe.
Well Stalin was a monster,
But it was security to the people he gave.