Farcebook

by Insane Society

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    The 4th release by Insane Society. Possibly the strongest set to date, in fact 11 of the 15 songs are featured in the current live set. The album price of £7 includes 1st class postage and packing to the U.K., or as those fucking yanks would say, - Shipping, even though no ships are used.

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released December 19, 2013

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Track Name: Wake Up Britain
Wake up Britain, it's time to get a grip,
“there's a mutiny onboard” said the captain of our ship,
the passengers are nervous and the crew is in a mess,
the hull is taking water, so send an S.O.S.

Wake up, wake up, wake up,
Wake up.

Wake up Britain, ‘cos you’re fucking up my head,
we should be out there working but we're sound asleep in bed,
this affluent society must be overjoyed,
because they've nothing but contempt for the millions unemployed.

Wake up, wake up, wake up,
Wake up.

Wake up Britain, ‘cos the future's ain’t so great,
get us out of Europe or condemn us to our fate,
it wasn’t long ago when Britannia ruled the waves,
but now it is the British who are destined to be slaves.

Wake up, wake up, wake up,
Wake up..

I'm backing Britain but is Britain backing you?
I'm backing Britain but is Britain backing you?
I'm backing Britain but is Britain backing you?
Track Name: Song of Faith
The Catholic church is guilty, of crimes against the soul,
redemption for their sins with no parole.
All the muslim children, are brainwashed to believe,
but never with intention to deceive.

Christian hatred in Iraq, (Jesus Christ ain't coming back)
Be prepared for the next attack, (Jesus Christ ain't coming back)
Holy jihad, men in black, (Jesus Christ ain't coming back)
ain't no future, that's a fact, 'cos Jesus,
ain't coming back.

The Koran and the Bible, bound by faith or creed,
force fed to the masses, fuel their need.
Chose your own religion, opinions contradict,
but read between the lines, they're full of shit.

Chorus

The book of Nostradamus, foretells of a war,
when Armageddon beckons at your door.
my question goes unanswered, If god created man,
then why no intervention, when he can?
Track Name: She Lied
I’m successful, she’s a mess,
I’ve got money, she’s got less.
Easy action, tempted fate?
Now her monthly mate is, two weeks late.

I should have said “up yours” and walked away,
‘cos she won’t want her baby anyway.

She lied, she lied, she lied to me,
She lied, she lied, she lied to me,
She lied, she lied, she lied to me,
So get out of my face before I count to three.

She’s got bottle, I’ve got pride,
Who’s the daddy? you, she lied.
Took advantage, stole my key,
Made a monkey, out of me.

She’d like to think she’s played her upper hand,
My DNA may fuck her future plans.

Chorus

I could never be so dumb to fall for that old trick. Claiming that your'e three months gone, you make me fucking sick. Go and see the social and get a council flat. Or shack up with the Father, if you know where he's at!

Guitar Solo then Chorus
Track Name: No Angel
I’m a pimp, I’m a pro, I’m a dealer,
I’m a fake, I’m a joke, I’m a sham,
I’m a spiv, I’m a knave, I’m a waster,
I’m a rogue, I’m a shark, I’m ya man.
If you don’t like what you see,
Ces’t la vie, ‘cos this is me.

I’m a thief, I’m a thug, I’m a bruiser,
I’m a crook, I’m a lag, I’m a con,
I’m a tramp, I’m a bum, I’m a loser,
I’m a freak, I’m a fraud, I’m the don.
If you don’t like what you see,
Ces’t la vie, ‘cos this is me.

I can say what I want to,
I can shout, I can scream,
I might be no angel,
but you know what I mean.

I’m a creep, I’m a cad, I’m a bounder,
I’m a tart, I’m a lush, I’m a slag,
I’m a cheat, I’m a card, I’m a gambler,
I’m a hoax, I’m a tease, I’m a wag.
If you don’t like what you see,
Ces’t la vie, ‘cos this is me.

Chorus

I’m a monochrome picture,
on your TV set,
and what you see is what you get.
Track Name: Get a Life
Growing up was never easy,
on the troubled side of town,
I was the King of a very small castle,
so proud to wear my crown.
I didn’t want to be a soldier,
it’s a big bad world out there,
a rebellious kid without a care.

A new class of total strangers,
where the bigger boys picked on me,
I responded like a coward,
bunking school and my G.C.E’s
I should have listened to my parents,
“take a job or learn a trade”
my sole desire was to get laid.

Get a life!

Left home to make my million,
easy money wasn’t hard to find,
Vince said, - “never con a conman”
he must have told me that a thousand times.
I’m sick of this angry silence,
I’ll never vote for a bent M.P.
even though he’s much the same as me.

Get a life!

I could paint a black and white picture,
of this colourful life I’ve led,
small words with a very big meaning,
better than a life in bed!

Get a life!
Track Name: Inequality Street
A man lives on the corner, he’s of ethnic origin,
they say he was a gurkha ‘til a bullet done him in,
he struggles on a pension, there’s graffiti on his wall,
honoured by this nation but forgotten by us all.

In-equality Street, In-equality Street,
where the children are afraid to speak,
In-equality Street.

Imagine being 17, expecting once again,
claiming social benefits, abused by older men,
she’s learned to milk the system that she once thought so unfair,
a child born to poverty and taken into care.

In-equality Street, In-equality Street,
We only wants to make ends meet,
In-equality Street.

I was born with nothing and I’ll die with not much more,
In-equality street, We'll be forever poor.

Dan was doing very well importing foreign goods,
his credit rating excellent, the Chinese understood,
but Sterling took a tumble so he had to take a loan,
bankrupt by the taxman who re-possessed his home.

In-equality Street, In-equality Street,
branded as a benefit cheat,
In-equality Street.

In-equality Street, In-equality Street,
My hands are tied and so are my feet,
In-equality Street.
Track Name: Encoulez-Vous
In 1973,
we joined the E.E.C.
our future was unclear,
but it seemed like a good idea.
That’s what made Britain Great,
‘til Europe sealed our fate,
Enculez- vous!

Ted Heath was in his prime,
he committed Tory crime,
but met his Waterloo,
in Monsieur Pompidou,
No European law,
will benefit our poor.
Enculez-vous!

Now the Euro’s worth fuck all,
it’s destined for the wall,
they all want bailing out,
and need financial help,
We’re British, born and bred,
so get this in your head,
Enculez-vous!
Track Name: This Man
He's wasted, frustrated, his love life’s complicated,
this man hears voices in his head.
been run down, since sun down, can't show his face in this town,
small words of comfort, never said.

I've seen that man with fear in his eyes,
his plastic smile is a poor disguise,
he's on his knees and out of luck,
society doesn’t give a fuck.

He's banging, he's banging, he's banging on the wall,
He's hanging, he's hanging, I think he’s gonna fall,
He's singing, he's singing, he sang his song to me,
I can't reveal this mans, identity.

He's screaming, whilst dreaming, his work is so demeaning,
this man exists from week to week.
there's no doubt, he wants out, but no one hears his faint shout,
he claims the future's looking bleak.

I've seen that man with fear in his eyes,
his plastic smile is a poor disguise,
he's on his knees and out of luck,
society doesn’t give a fuck.

Chorus

And I think he’s at the crossroads of his life,
‘cos he says he’ll do the girlfriend and the wife,
with a knife.

He's banging, he's banging, he's banging on the wall,
He's hanging, he's hanging, I think he’s gonna fall,
He's singing, he's singing, his song is so off key,
He’s a bitter, twisted soul with low mentality
He's banging, he's banging, he's banging on the wall,
He's hanging, he's hanging, I think he’s gonna fall,
He's singing, he's singing, is this reality?
you must have guessed by now,
This man is me.
Track Name: A-G-R-O
War on the terraces, blood on the street,
West Ham, Millwall, Chelsea, Leeds,
society says we never learn,
loyal to our local firm.
It all kicks off at 3pm
stand your ground, it’s us or them,
you may run but cannot hide,
the smell of fear that burns inside.

Agro, Agro, - Saturday night,
Agro, Agro, - looking for a fight,
Agro, Agro, - come and have a go,
Agro, Agro.

They tried to ground us with a ban,
fined a hundred pound a man,
the media thought we’d go away,
live to fight another day.
“Grow your hair and smarten up“
join a private members club,
this generation knows no war,
but we know what we’re fighting for!

Chorus
Track Name: Strike!
The workers say there’s nothing left to strike for,
‘cos everyone’s content with what they’ve got,
have ya lost the will to fight? even though we have the right,
to stand up and be counted in, or not?

‘cos money is the root of every evil,
the bankers seem to have it all sewn up,
do you have to beg or steal when you can’t afford a meal?
there ain’t no sugar in my coffee cup.

Every woman, every man, unite and raise your hand,
we’re gonna, - Strike! - Strike! - Strike!
Every colour, faith or creed, there’s a million mouths to feed,
you wouldn’t give a shit if we went back down the pit,
until we Strike!

I don’t possess a suit that’s made to measure,
they say my status far outweighs the need,
maybe I’m a berk to demand the right to work?
whilst others like to bathe in wealth and greed.

We’re caught up in this rock n roll recession,
the system only ever hurts the poor,
the peoples enemy are the aristocracy,
and history will repeat for ever more.

Chorus
Track Name: Psycho Maniac
There’s a night time prowler in your garden,
with a plastic Mac to hide his hard-on,
he‘s seen you naked through the window,
then gets relief from hardcore porno.

Brian is a dreamer, it‘s all fantasy,
a little misdemeanor, - that‘s him (not me).

He‘s got a day time job in Asda,
and told his closest friend he‘s had ya,
his greasy palm sees lots of action,
tonight you are the main attraction.

Chorus

Now I’m not sure who’s dumb or dumber,
but he knows your name and he’s got your number,
he claims he’s touched the bed you lie on,
welcome to the world of Brian.
Track Name: Nostalgia
£40 to see the Pistols,
leave it out, are you having a laugh,
who's the mug in this rock n roll swindle?
it ain't me 'cos I’m not that daft.
Things have changed since seventy seven,
Sid's dead, let him rot in peace,
no time, for the Pretenders,
Bob Geldof or the Police.

Nostalgia, Nostalgia,
I'm not seventeen any more.
Nostalgia, Nostalgia,
I don't wanna ticket, 'cos I've been there before.

I was once ambitious but naive,
making noise with some mates of mine,
I told myself, - this ain't nostalgia,
Punk died in '79
But today it's a different story,
we've all been sanitised,
I got my feet up by the fire,
became the man I once despised.

Chorus
Track Name: Fantastic Tits
She was born to tease,
with expertise,
she has a tender touch,
and don’t talk too much,
she’s got the softest lips,
and fantastic tits.

She’s got long blonde hair,
and stylish wear,
I’m hypnotised,
by those deep blue eyes,
I can‘t resist,
fantastic tits.

She’s taken all my money,
and drove off with my car,
I told her “it ain’t funny”
but she laughed !

She’s free to choose,
I’m born to lose,
she had her way,
but I wouldn’t play,
I’m in a fix,
fantastic tits.
Track Name: This Is England
A teenage murderer was sentenced for his crime,
with good behavior served a quarter of the time,
his victim never had a life, compared to mine,
‘cos this is England, this is England.

Bad news in the paper saw inflation on a high,
the bankers got their bonuses but god knows only why,
bailed out by the government, obliged to sell a lie.
‘cos this is England, this is England.

Is cruel Britannia dreaming ?
wake up, ‘cos England’s screaming,
no place for justice anymore.

Today I heard a story from a very dodgy source,
an M.P with his trousers down was covered up, of course,
photographic evidence but still showed no remorse,
‘cos this is England, this is England.

Somewhere in a factory on this god forsaken land,
the workers get a pittance for their bosses global plan,
production costs are minimal but retails for a grand,
‘cos this is England, this is England,
this is England, this is England,
this is England, this is England.
Track Name: The Devil
I'm gonna sell my soul to the devil, what would my mother say?
but if it gets me lots of action, it's a very small price to pay,
an eternity of pleasure, sex, drugs in excess,
drunken all night parties, how could I not say yes?
to the devil.

The devil is a bastard, so never play his game,
he probably lives near Croydon, and commutes on the train,
and If you need protection, then he's the man to see,
the service is appalling, but don't complain to me,
see the devil.

Life is free but time ain’t cheap,
And now I’m in too deep.

He has my mobile number, I'm waiting for his call,
I can't escape this nightmare, the writings on the wall,
The judge said “go to prison” with no chance of parole,
my sentence is forever, that's why I sold my soul,
to the devil.
D-E-V-I-L
D-E-V-I-L
D-E-V-I-L
No way out, go straight to hell.