Life Inside The Western Bloc

by Violent Arrest

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Steve ‘Baz’ Ballam / Guitar
Johnny Stix / Drums
Welly / Vocals
Ed Varney / Bass

Recorded: Martin Nichols / The Whitehouse / W-S-M / U.K. / October 2014
Music: Violent Arrest / Lyrics and Graphic Design: Welly / Artcore
Cover: Punk at Anti Rally to KKK Rally / Boston / 1982: Liz Chapman
Band Shot: Paul Cussens / Positive Cacophony

Thanks: All our families and friends for their continual support / Steve Hazz for past services / Martin Nichols for all his time and patience / Aston and Farewell / Liz Chapman / Paul Cussens / Everyone who’s helped us out.

www.violentarrest.bandcamp.com / www.facebook.com/violentarrestpunk

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released February 23, 2015

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Violent Arrest Bristol, UK

Hardcore punk band based in the South West of the U.K. since 2006. We've played in various bands since the Eighties, such as Ripcord, Heresy, Dumbstruck, Spite, and Can't Decide.

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Track Name: Life Inside The Western Bloc
The shepherd gently guides the flock
To a life inside the Western Bloc

Life inside, life inside
Life inside the Western Bloc
Life inside, life inside

Cold war fears still divide
Terror over nuclear paradigm

Life inside, life inside
Life inside the Western Bloc
Life inside, life inside

Perception of freedom just depends
Which end you view the lens
Track Name: Cold Front
Another deep depression approaches broken Britain
Dashed against the rocks, the vessel’s all but bloody stricken
Storm surges gather and hurtle to the shore
As the leader declares another hundred year war

The great bear is stirring, terror plots they outnumber
The eagle takes to flight, but no lions rise from slumber
To spectacle and fear, rights were acquiesced
Those who fail to learn the past, will always be oppressed

Cold front, cold front
There’ll never be a future, only threats to confront
Cold front, cold front
There’s more bad news tomorrow and it’s cold...

So shoulders to the grindstone, and pay off all our debt
Guns before butter, you’ve got to pay the baronet
Economic upturn, just in time to vote
And chaos comes from foreign lands, so you won’t rock the boat

Cold front, cold front
There’ll never be a future, only threats to confront
Cold front, cold front
There’s more bad news tomorrow and it’s cold...
Track Name: The Game Is Rigged
They talk of strivers and skivers
The dead and survivors
In their world of kill or be killed
Winners and losers
Beggars and choosers
The connected from birth or unskilled

In boardrooms at noon
Where they ride silver spoons
And laugh in the face of your odds
Now an emperor’s decree
Says you need a degree
Just to shine the shoes of the gods

Strivers and skivers
Screwed and screwdrivers
They’re setting you all up to fail
From this day forthwith
Do not swallow their myth
Or you might fall off their sliding scale

The game is rigged
Track Name: Degradation Street
Illegal immigrants and benefit cheats
Skulk on down Degradation Street
Read all about it! You’re under arrest
Stopped on suspicion of benefit checks

Degradation, Degradation, Degradation Street

Degradation Street is full of dead enders
Boarded-up shops and dole money lenders
They’d knife their own mothers given a chance
The uyndeserving poor in ragged pants

Herein lies the tale of fictional cities
Of unemployed families by tabloid committees
A divided, derided, besieged working class
And the holier than thou, sat on their fucking arse
Legends of Britain from the playing fields of Eton
And the people who built it bullied and beaten
Myths for a fake middle class to believe
About innocent people forced to underachieve

Degradation Street

Degradation, Degradation, Degradation Street
Track Name: Mission: Creep
Boots on the ground, in too deep
Skirting around, mission creep
Up in arms in the East, with arms from the West
Petal to the medal, lest we forget

Mission: Creep, you’re on a mission, creep
In too deep, mission creep

Good dictator/bad, the blood it never quenches
One hundred years, still in the trenches
Armistice Day, fodder for the cause
Not helping heroes, justifying future wars

Mission: Creep, you’re on a mission, creep
In too deep, mission creep

Delegations land, manifest destiny
Strange new religion, visiting dignitaries
Bearing gifts of blankets, and strange shiny stones
To secure sales of guns, they’re sending in the drones

Mission: Creep, you’re on a mission, creep
In too deep, mission creep
Track Name: Wage War
Give ‘em just enough to struggle to get by
Ratchet up demand but limit the supply
Power to the dealer manufacturing the drug
Wait until they’re desperate then quickly pull the rug

Wage war, wage war, wage war
Wage war, wage war, wage war

Who controls the taps manipulates the flow
Whatever it will cost maintain the status quo
Concentrate the wealth in the hands of the few
Keep ‘em to the minimum, but always turn the screw

Wage war, wage war, wage war
Wage war, wage war, wage war

Roll out the big guns within the tanks that think
Ring fence the big banks that teeter on the brink
Get down to brass tax enforced by hired thugs
Wait until they’re desperate then quickly pull the rug
Quickly pull the rug, quickly pull the fucking rug
Track Name: Officious Little Man
Officious Little Man
With a penchant for the rules
Leaning on a clipboard
We’re downing tools

Officious Little Man
Officious Little Man
Officious Little Man

Officious Little Man
Up and down the aisle
Unofficial walkout
Log me on your file

Promise of a bonus
You think will motivate
I don’t want your wealth
I’m motivated by hate

Officious Little Man
Got on his bike
Lost his fucking job
After the strike

Officious Little Man
Officious Little Man
Officious Little Man
Track Name: Our Dearly Deported
Performing your function - badge, vest and truncheon
State power wielded without compunction
Pretend it’s a desk job, you’re in a lynch mob
Freedom offending, ethically cleansing

Deported, deported
Our dearly deported

Allegiance is pledged, thin end of the wedge
You never talk shop, you make a great cop
Protecting our borders, from foreign marauders
Dawn raid transported, processed, exported

Deported, deported
Our dearly deported

In court flanked you stride, chest puffed out with pride
Quell opposition through false jurisdiction
Won’t read in the press that they never confessed
There’s never redress, when life is worth less

Deported, deported
Our dearly deported
Track Name: Deposit No Return
Wave the big stick of state overspend
Siphon off your tax and pass it to their friends
Selling public service isn’t shrinking of the state
It’s privatising profits and passing you the plate

No return on your deposit
Turning your needs into their profit
No return on your deposit, no return

Transfer of housing wealth rendered you subsistence
Middle class identity reducing your resistance
Too busy paying debt to notice what they steal
Scared little rats on decorated wheels

No return on your deposit
Turning your needs into their profit
No return on your deposit, no return

You deposit, no return

Every five year plan they sell a little more
Reversing social gains for the undeserving poor
Blanket propaganda from news to education
A million new fools with each generation
Track Name: Grind You Down
Faced with all the shit from day to day
It’s hard for some of us not to lose our way
Work, external pressure, bills and debt
It’s a wonder a lot more of us don’t lose our heads

Don’t let the bastards, don’t let the bastards
Grind you down, grind you down
Don’t let the bastards, don’t let the bastards
Grind you down

Working class reality, war of attrition
Another generation beaten to submission
We never see the benefit of working all our lives
No winners, only losers, no consolation prize

Don’t let the bastards, don’t let the bastards
Grind you down, grind you down
Don’t let the bastards, don’t let the bastards
Grind you down

Decontrol the bullshit, keep your loved ones close
Ignore the bastards, and what they’d they impose
Judged by our own standards, we can all transcend
A good fucking life, is the best revenge

Don’t let the bastards, don’t let the bastards
Grind you down, grind you down
Don’t let the bastards, don’t let the bastards
Grind you down