Control
We're sitting by the stones
having a fag
we can't have that say's old maggie
we'll bring a law to stop their fun
so the harrassment had begun
We can't have travellers, hippies and punks
dancing to that load rave and funk
coming to spoil our pleasant land
I'll bring in laws
They shall be banned
Criminal justice act
The rich and the state have made a pact
To destroy freedom and fun
Maggie say's of that we'll definately have none
They think they have upper hand
to use the army and coppers for a ban
But we'll not give in to their
propagander and lies
We will not be flattened like flies
One thing you cannot control
The spirit
It lives on in our soul
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