Cable Street Again Lyrics

This is where it stars; a sinecure sleight-of-hand
to saturate postures with wormwood and gall
Settle with hatred and you'll how on command
Compromise doubly and compromise all
Fascism hammers out his hooks
on scapegoat anvils beneath your nose
Perhaps your eyes will follow suit
as your hearing, hearing, hearing fucking goes
This is where it all goes; when breaking point's reached
the dry-rotted floorboards will always give way,
and thus once again the sealed vault is breached
in cycles and cycles of silent decay. Rot and negligence
Scarcity's false, except for the truth;
the Bindweed is once again taking root
I hope you like poverty, breathing in soot
and the taste of leather off Britain's boot
Desperate times call for desperate measures
A few misdirections to change how the pressure discharges;
I see the forked tongue in the ear if the strained
and both barrels restrained on the ones in the margins

These dispossessed people,
silver-eyed, glazed with a mirror of trauma,
boats sunk in a wash if formaldehyde
The Tollen's reagent scars the irirs anew
So hold your tongue, or I'll hold it for you!
The violence is here. Modern Blackshirts in the streets
What good is civility in the face of a kerb full of teeth?
"Tis no broken system; but the product of it
You cannot fix that which is working as intended
Gnashing-toothed printing press. Virulent. Caustic.
They bound the fasces themselves. Sharpened the axe
Know this; they aren't resting, nor reading the rules
They're desperate for war; gagging for it
If it's to be Cable Street again; we won't sin through debate
You can't reason with malice. The fasces must break
If this is against the grain, then blight really has set in;
the furrowing of brows and the festering of blame.
Misshapen and bent. It's not the fucking corner shop that drives up your rent
They salted the soil! Buried up to your neck in the debts of your station
But this is where it ends. There's no middle road
And I tell you;
Get down of the fence
before the barbed wire goes up