Rejoice Friends!

Every Home A Prison - Cold Cut

Rejoice friends!

Big government is over.
From now on, instead of Community,
You will be left in the market place,
To fend for yourselves, claw for yourselves,
Stab for yourselves, guard for yourselves
What little money, savings, dignity and shelter You have left.

After your jobs are downsized and exported to Mexico,
Tennis shoes made by slaves in camps in Indonesia,
Computer jobs sent across the ocean to Indonesia...
You will be next unless you bow down in the garboots
And throw your benefits away, your raises away...
And this is all you have to look forward to,
Forever and ever and ever
As more and more benefits are slashed.

No more "tax and spend" welfare state.
The windfall from tax cuts for the rich is more
And more people out in the cold on the street.
Begging for money.
And when that doesn't work:
Robbing people
Car jacking
Home invasion.
Everyone taught that life is so cheap,
And there's nothing to look forward to,
Except what you can score
And smoke in a pipe

Ending welfare as we know it
Means third would crime
As we know it

So why is it all these young people today
Misbehave
Misbehave
Misbehave?

Don't they appreciate the world we've built for them?
Crappy jobs, dod eat dog, no compassion in the marketplace.
If you like school, you'll love work.
Instead they ditch school
And hang out on the street.
Yob culture, Young hooligans.
Everywhere you look, on TV anyway,
And in the newspaper,
More and more people
Will pour in the streets
As their rents go up
And job opportunities go down.
So we have to keep them down
Before they rise up and burn our
House of cards to the ground.

It's just the cost of doing business
In third world countries where we keep the peasants down.
We have to live in armed compounds, with armed guards,
Play tennis at gunpoint

A different route to work behind bulletproof glass each day,
But hey, the more the hordes hate you the more status you've got.
Why not do this with the whole world?
With GATT treaties, downsizing...
But what about those goddamned hooligans in the street?
We stole their future?!
It's all their fault!
We must lock them up
But there is no room in the jails
So the best way to sweep them away:
Make every home a prison today!
Curfew, Curfew!
Who cares how much our leaders are corrupt,
As long as they are tough on crime...
Curfew...
Keep them away!
Curfew...
No longer unauthorised activity

You can't leave your home without an electronic ankle bracelet.
Young offenders must be tagged and watched at all times.
Tag their parents with bracelets too if they don't obey.
For that matter tag them at work and make them stay...

The main enemy,
Terrorist threat,
Is your own children...

Think about it:
The music they listen to
That tells them the world is bad.
It's the songs that are the problem
Not the violence outside
Keep them locked up!
Keep them in curfew...
Put them away!
Don't let them out!

We are tougher on crime,
before the election.
We want a national law
Establishing children's bedtimes.
Bedtime Patrol,
We'll check up on you...
Bedtime Patrol,
Make sure that your bracelet is on.
The nanny state:
To reach down your pants and check to see if you've been
Moistening yourself with any unauthorised substance without permission

Tag them!
Curfew them!
Keep them down!
Keep them at home!
At school!
To rent a video on the way home
And stay home.
Just like at work...
Do not gather after dark...
Curfew!
It's such a family oriented word.
A much more acceptable smiling soft word.
A much more pallatable concept,

THAN MARTIAL LAW!

Put your bracelets on
You are safer when you are watched
Don't go outside
You'll set the alarm off!
Curfew
Forever
And ever and ever!