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Michael O'Neill

by Michael O'Neill

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They might come through you front door If you do not make sure That you left no leads But still that does not necessarily mean That they won’t find a reason Seems that simply wearing a uniform Means that it’s open season On decent people It’s only natural to daydream of treason When you’ve been dealt debt Since the day you began breathing The force is white male domination A type of fascist protected by legislation That’s not criminal activity It’s just experimentation Now that 16yr olds got a record And lowered expectation Targeted stop and searches Produce desired figures Just breeding animosity It’s communities that suffer You don’t live around here But continue to make decisions The man inside the castle Cannot see the life were living Shattered in a heartbeat It’s the by product of targets Protecting who I don’t know Or where the corruption started If they wanna change the law Then they just produce the data That justifies their actions And controlling laws of nature It represents a bigger picture Where money is the master A polarized society Structured for disaster
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The Cheetham Hill speed scene A chemical community No sleep and no teeth But a strong sense of unity Completely honest In a superficial society Where competition breeds A kind of sceptical anxiety No regard at all For the middle class etiquette Pedalled on the pages Of your Sunday supplement A model existence That ridicules difference A false pretence That feels cold and distant A pain reaction As are all kinds of addiction A genuine sickness Vilified without question Out-dated drug laws Doing untold damage Crime in the community Just a failure to acknowledge Societal dysfunction And repeated exclusion Prey upon the weak And those who are most vulnerable The Cheetham Hill speed scene A chemical community No sleep and no teeth But a strong sense of unity
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A well dressed drifter A streetwise grafter Born in Liverpool But lives in Manchester An extreme dieter Occasional shoplifter Razorsharp cheekbones He’s a nonsense conductor His ID was stolen His ego was swollen He convinced himself That he had been chosen The little known history Fed into the mystery Occasional sightings And the constant imagery Of Nineteen Eighty Nine And his own jawline He’s clearly unsettled By the passing of time A well dressed drifter A streetwise grafter People couldn’t make out What he was really after Amphetamine user But never a boozer He saw himself As a northern street cruiser Straight out of school And looking for a reason He toyed with religion Then the Foreign Legion For some type of calling Or a deeper meaning But his idle mind Only ended up revealing A natural shyness He saw as a weakness So he carried himself Like he was totally fearless A well dressed drifter A streetwise grafter
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Right across the land there’s hatred For a hand that’s yet to be dealt Give the game, don’t give the means too The people who, need them the most Can you see clear in all the confusion Smokescreens from the media machine That assists in all political favours Career moves in a swamp of excess A quick escape straight out the back door To be replaced by the same thing again Bitter minds are closed by decision You’ve never seen life lived on the edge Of what you call a democratic nation You could have fooled twenty million or more Switched off and tuned out forever It’s no surprise when hollow are the words From the mouths of every new beginning Nothing more than what’s been before Trickle down those riches in equal Measures with the social decay It don’t affect, the devil or the demon You’ll be safe if you keep control Illuminate this sick illuminate Self-appointed pain making beasts Class eugenics, no doubt about it Clear division in who has the means It’s psycho social, Life without motion It’s the lack of opportunity to change the situation
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High Middle low How’s it gonna go No one’s got a choice and some don’t even know Of low level living In the same old hole There’s a world out there but it feels so cold Miseducation Keep us on the wheel Maintaining economics but ignoring how you feel You gotta sell yourself To play this game A one way sacrifice on a one way train Two separate worlds Rejection is sane If were not given the dice then we can’t play the game It’s freedom to a point But it’s all in frame Of their loaded choosing, to maintain the rain/reign Life seems cheap As the tick tock goes Where’s the next mirage, as the repetition flows You make reality But we find the holes Separate terms that are completely opposed Easy when you know how But how do you get to know If you were born the wrong side Of tracks you didn't lay The rich are getting richer And the poor are getting sick Of promises and lies made By head upon a stick There's no one at the table Fit to represent What it's like to live here Your country is'nt you
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Brown hair and 21 years old 2 kids and another one on the way He never even knew who his father was A list of convictions, the last one afray (Into drugs before secondary school Had his whole estate under intimidated rule) A product of his environment no doubt In more than one sense of the phrase His mother was the sister of a gangsta His family home was nothing more than a safehouse Smoking weed at Nine years old And selling it by the time he was Twelve He ran with a gang called The NHC Every single member a bad man wannabe It wasn’t long before he was making a name Selling weight for a man named “Jimmy the brain” Brown heroin, speed and crack cocaine Around the clock drops for all the itchy veins He never stoped where money could be made Making twice what he would on minimum wage And signing on once a fortnight too He said he how make the system work for you Then 12 o’clock on a cold April day On the edge of the Waterloo estate Two men in a black Audi wait Drive by, Four shots then away (He was)Dead before he even hit the ground No one saw a thing and no one heard a sound It made the front page of the evening news (It read)Dealer dead, Police have got no clues Dealer dead, Police have got no clues Dealer dead, Police have got no clues A product of a brighter Britain today A product of a brighter Britain today

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Originally Released on Tesla Tapes August 2013.
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released October 28, 2013

Written and Recorded by Michael O'Neill. All songs Michael O'Neill. Drum programming Dwellings. Additional production support Richard Couser. Mastered by Stephen Bishop.

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