Taken from the forthcoming double CD, Specialized 2, raising money for the Teenage Cancer Trust. Recorded at the Virtual Treehouse and Roger's Pod. Guitar and bass by Dermot Walker. Vocal, guitar, melodica, rubber pig by Hunt Emerson. Toasting and vocal biddly-bops by Ranking Roger. Synthesiser by Billy Milk. Mixed by Billy for Spritely Records of Handsworth. Dedicated to all the people engaged in the peaceful fight against fascism and racism in the UK.
lyrics
I've never been one for the punch-up
But look I really hate those nazis (nazis)
A certain something starts to wind me up
I feel I hate it all so violently
When two swords slashing at each other
Only sharpen one another
And in the long run even he's your brother
Said even though the cunt's a nazi (nazi)
Always attack those things in someone else,
Reflections that you can't face in yourself,
To kill fascisti first you steal his gun
It makes you turn into a bigger one.
Bigger!
Two swords slashing at each other
Only sharpen one another
And in the long run even he's your brother
Even though the cunt's a nazi (nazi)
Are you fighting the Front,
or just fronting a fight
Sometimes it's hard to see your left from your right
Are we angry or are we looking for peace?
Or just tryin' to win the war...
...by killing all the enemy off
Just to kill the enemy off
Just to kill the enemy off
Just to kill the enemy off
I've never been one for the punch-up
But look I really hate those nazis (nazis)
A certain something gets to wind me up
How could I hate it all so violently
When two swords slashing at each other
Only sharpen one another
And in the long run even he's your brother
Even though the cunt's a nazi (nazi)
Even though the cunt's a nazi (nazi)
Even though the cunt's a nazi (nazi)
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