"Cult of the Living Dead" genre: Punk
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	Credits: John Youens
	Lyrics CULT OF THE LIVING DEAD They used to rule the world But now they’re far too old Thoughts of glories past Remembered till they breathe their last The blue-rinsed perm and floral dress All starched collars and zomboid flesh I feel no sympathy These brain-dead matrons These half-wit morons Just stop and think of all the damage done They promised harmony And then destroyed society They heaped their riches on the few As the ranks of the helpless grew They split the country up in two And every evening on the news I saw the evidence The growing dole-queues The spreading wastelands A generation brought up in despair Remember, how things used to be In the high-society with all the champagne flowing No one invited you and me Can you see the riot police There was fighting in the streets As all the peaceful protests Turned to civil anarchy So then the violence came The full force of a hurricane Destructive winds of social change Swept through the land and back again Cars destroyed and set alight The inner cities burned at night I heard the sirens wail The discontentment Seething resentment Payback time for policies of hatred They view their legacy As undisputed territory A nation wracked by strife Restored to economic might The self-delusion of these fools Their future vision says it all I see it in their eyes These dreams of power This unstilled fervour They’re waiting for their time to come again

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