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You’ve got a tribal mind, and you come out at night
Livin’ in the past, and spoiling for a fight
Don’t give a prayer for anybody who’s alive
Don’t even care if the species survives

Guess there ain’t no use in pretence
You got money but you ain’t got no sense
And how’ve you got the nerve to wave that rag around?
Tear the ensign down!

You’ve got a greedy face my friend
Never learned nothin’ but you know how to spend
Had a lot of talent, pissed it down the drain
Struttin’ like a hooker in a penny arcade

Guess there ain’t no use in pretence
You got money but you ain’t got no sense
And how’ve you got the nerve to wave that rag around?
Tear the ensign down!

So hide in your mansion, hide in your cell
Tower block or gatehouse on the road to Hell
Measure your success in razor wire
Drink yourself stupid while the city’s on fire

Guess there ain’t no use in pretence
You got money but you ain’t got no sense
And how’ve you got the nerve to wave that rag around?
Tear the ensign down!

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from The Festival at the End of the World, released March 30, 2018

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Tony, Caro and John London, UK

The band, a slightly bizarre combination of ex-folkies (Tony, Julie, Caro), electronics aficionados (John, Rod) and R & B types (Simon, Jonny), one that has persisted through numerous spin-off bands, the loss of several drummers, onstage electrocutions, and long expatriations to Norway, Holland, Spain and the USA. ... more

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