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​Stuff It

This song is by Aheads and appears on the album Aheads (1981).

Read about them in Sunday papers
Of great achievements and how they'll save us
But it's not life that they create
It's just perversion that's built on hate
We say destruction they say solution
We call it mass murder they're calling it evolution

Run anywhere there's no escaping it
Hide anywhere you like, you're still within the shit
We're all victims of technology
Running down the street I see them lying dead
They never listened to a fucking word we said
They only believed the lies they read

Now it's nearly time, yes, nearly time to go
But I don't want to, I've no call to go
I've no reason to go and meet your God
There's no reason

It's massed produced by fools
With nothing more to do
Except create a certain death
They'll share with me and you
Though we may not want it
We'll never even know
Just sit down and wait
Death doesn't move that slow

Run anywhere there's no escaping it
Hide anywhere you like, you're still within the shit
We're all victims of technology
Running down the street I see them lying dead
They never listened to a fucking word we said
They only believed the lies they read

Now it's nearly time, yes, nearly time to go
But I don't want to, I've no call to go
I've no call to meet your God
Stuff the fucking armies!