EXIT-STANCE: While Backs Are Turned LP (? - Mortarhate Records - MORT11) 1. The Voiceless Now Have a Voice pt. 1 2. Slaughterhouse 3. They Kill Dogs 4. The Voiceless Now Have a Voice pt. 2 5. Christian Militia 6. I Have No Gun (But I can Spit) 7. The Shit Still Stinks ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. THE VOICELESS NOW HAVE A VOICE PART 1 A fox or a minx coat made to measure Gives credence to the murderers who hunt for pleasure A creature scared shitless Tormented then caught Slaughtered by mindless cunts who call it fucking sport The voiceless now have a voice x4 Beauty is in the eye of the beholder Or more usually in the eyes of a rabbit Blinded by cosmetics, blinded by profit Blinded by vanity, blinded by science Have we the right to inflict such torture Liberation not experimentation x4 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 2. SLAUGHTERHOUSE Victims of science; morality and violence Victims of progress and victims of profit You've seen the tortured, slaughtered But still you choose to ignore it Animals suffer and animals die Nobody shouts but we all whisper why Needless experiments in the name of science Medical research is how they justify their violence Whilst they amass prestige wealth and fame The end result of their sadistic experiments is Yet more death and pain And we teach compassion, love and caring But with torture under the guise of knowledge These sentiments have no bearing If we see a battered child we stand shocked and appalled But a smoking beagle or limbless rabbit Are too easily ignored Animals burnt, beaten, blinded Sadistic slaughter given no real reason While backs are turned, bodies are burned Knowledge is power but ignorance is bliss ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 3. THEY KILL DOGS In the name of science, they kill dogs Testing new detergents to cleanse our bogs Dumb animals can't answer back, How scientific to murder a dog or cat All in the name of scientific progress Innocent animals never resist We're a nation of dog lovers or so they say But we condemn them to suffer every fucking day Distorting innocent animals To cure what disease In the name of science and progress They justify just what they fucking please And what have they got to show for all this pain and sorrow Will the slaughter of the innocent make a better tomorrow In the name of science, they kill dogs In the name of progress, they kill dogs In the name of humanity, they kill dogs In your name, they kill dogs ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 4. THE VOICELESS NOW HAVE A VOICE PART 2 From the pasture to the small town Where the abattoir stands There lurks the slaughterer And he's got blood on his hands Off to the supermarket Bits of animal to buy They die Need to say When we ask why? Who profits? The farmer, the slaughterer, the butcher The cunts Would you eat if it you had to kill it 4x ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 5. CHRISTIAN MILITIA The cross hangs foremost in your mind Religious piety cover up the crime Centuries of corpses piled upon the alter In christ's name they justify the slaughter The cross you gave as my reward Christian militia, army of the lord Christian militia, christ's army unite Bible in the left hand machine gun in the right Mine is the blood on the battlefield split Mine is the blame, the sacrifice and guilt You gave me a gun and a prayer A cross and a crown of thorns to wear I can see the marching of the christian militia I can see the hatred in their eyes I can see a million kneeling in prayer I can see a million feeding off their lies Centuries of corpses a nations loss Centuries of corpses nailed upon thy cross Centuries of corpses a nations loss Centuries of corpses you nail upon your cross ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 6. I HAVE NO GUN (BUT I CAN SPIT) Rule by fear from their ivory tower Rule by force from their temples of power Remember the empire and the stories they tell Of exploitation, slaves, and how India fell The spirit of the empire of grand old Britain rule Is seen with frightening regularity in the corridors of Whitehall Millions killed in our search for glory Millions slaughtered but that's another story Another cover up which we choose to forget The actors are ready, once more the stage is set Across the water the natives are unrestful Across the water on an Ireland once green So we sent the army not to kill or to bully But to keep the peace but not too peacefully I have no gun but I can spit I wont fight for the sick profit I despise your empire, I deny your crown The boat may be sinking but I wont fucking drown I pledge no allegiance to any flag or nation Your sick history, your greed and exploitation I have no gun but I can spit And I won't fight for your war profit Shall we recapture India on Monday? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 7. THE SHIT STILL STINKS Morality conditioned into us from birth Hungry for life they fed us death They replace innocence with fear and guilt And on our acceptance their dominance is built The morals you gave, digs another grave Normality, convention, words to enslave Young minds trained, free hearts chained On top of the deadpile the flag flies torn and stained With the blood of centuries of others moralities They talk of morality then let millions die In poverty, the knowledge between right and wrong They talk of peace then build a bomb I want to know what the fucks going on Their lies are easy to follow Their banner easy to follow Yet millions lay slaughtered And millions more are tortured And the shit still stinks The shit still stinks The shit still stinks The shit still stinks We swallow, we follow Knowledge between right and wrong Whose wrong, whose right Eyes that are open but lacking sight Young minds trained free hearts chained On top of the deadpile the flag flies torn and stained They talk of morality then let millions die In poverty, the knowledge between right and wrong They talk of peace then build a bomb I want to know what the fucks going on Their lies are easy to follow Their banner easy to follow Yet millions lay slaughtered And millions more are tortured And the shit still stinks The shit still stinks The shit still stinks The shit still stinks ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Many thanks to... Conflict, Jeni, Trevor and Jane, Tracey and Dave T., Brian, and Holy Plague, Ted (Manchester). Info- SAE Please 1 Littlemere Two Mile Ash Milton Keynes MK8 8DR