Eight years of hard labour now seems suddenly to fade 
Away we stand defeated, at home the police invade 
Prosecutions hit an all time high, A.L.F. friends locked inside 
Our own they turn against us. Well you've got what you want, now shut you mouth 

Fuck you, fucking fuck off, can't you see what you're destroying? 
They sit back fucking creasing up as we squabble assisting all of them 
You are what you think and that's nothing, can't you see what we say is you? 
Scurrying around like angry ants, banging our heads on the same wall 

Stop; don't think that we are very close to getting there - where? 
They give us tiny victories to keep us all content 
To trick us into false achievement, the realisation difference 
Look, everything we gain is what they let us have 
Abort the system all you like, but the board game's titled 'power' 
And who's got the board game in hand 

The story continues, big business thrives 
The world is endangered every day of our lives 
They build their arsenals of armies, tanks and guns 
Do you still consider life as simply being all fun? 
Next time you see protest, ask yourself why? 
People shout and scream, they want peace more than a dream 
We simply want to live in the way we choose 
One day there will be no rulers of the roost 

So you stand back with your ideals, your rightful personal opinions 
Taking what you want from me but don't say I haven't given 
I won't be stuck on the Christmas tree; I won't dictate what you should be 
Now I just dream of being free 
And tears fill my eyes when I think of what it could have been 
Keep at the battle although support may die 
Watch every move they make, but always ask why 

I'm now glad I stand your outcast; I know we saw it through the past 
And any move we made wasn't judged by good results 
But by the stereotypes who made us their new cult 
We stepped across the lines the music biz neatly drew 
We heard the screams of "sell out shit" 
But didn't have a clue 
Some sell their arse to the BBC; I'm so proud they don't want me 
While they have their fantasies, their technicolour dreams 
Remember that reality always breaks through, proving life's just what it seems 
There's still the Government's police force, complete with boots and gloves 
That puts a whole new meaning on the precious word love 
The boot still goes in in Ireland, treading on the hands 
Still misery and poverty, throughout the pleasant land 
Still the threat hangs above our heads known by many names 
That's now nice and neatly packaged into harmless TV games 

So we'll continue fighting 

Yes that's right, we destroyed our own following 
Smashed the legs from the pedestal, amongst howling and hollowing 
Rose a movement standing so strong against all wrongs 
It's a world where little changes but the importance of songs 
Has never been so great did it come too late? 
Some set out to destroy us perhaps they like the state 
Twelve years of Tory conditioning, police and state privilege 
Finally proved too much for those now broken and fucked 
But out of it came one important achievement, self-respect, dignity, the acknowledgement of trying 
There is no independence, and that's how it's going to stay 
Not many understand madness, no one understood Conflict 
Conflict is to clash, a battle 

The house that man built stills stands strong 
The Centro Iberico's now defunct 
A nation of animal lovers coincide 
With the stupid bastards who help EMI 
Turning rebellion into money 
Its time to see who's who 
But the serenade is dead 
We increased the pressure from protest to resistance to the ungovernable force 
The Final Conflict. Our war of words.