CRIME LESSON
If you want to commit a crime,
start young and go to a rave,
squat in a house, travel the roads
and join the protest wave.
If you want to start in crime,
ignore the law, fight back,
fight for the right to party,
ignore the Criminal Injustice Act.
But if you want a career in crime,
don't use a gun or cosh.
Don't hold up the local post office,
wear suits and ties and act posh!
If you want to be a success in crime,
don't commit the obvious crimes
or you'll end up doing time.
Try business and read the Times.
If you want a real career in crime,
don't be a criminal and get caught.
Make the contact, do the biz,
find out who can be bought.
If you want a secret career in crime,
learn a strange handshake,
roll up your trousers to your knees,
become a mason on the make.
If you want a profitable career in crime,
steal a million in the City,
screw the rich for all they've got,
they don't show US any pity.
If you want a respectable career in crime,
get real and play the game.
Screw the workers for slave wages,
provide jobs and make your name.
If you want a political career in crime,
join the Tories, make money at ease.
Jump up on the gravy train,
make a living out of sleaze.
But if you want a career that's not called crime,
act as bold as brass,
invest your stolen millions
and join the ruling class.
Capitalists
They know nothing about money.
Though they invest billions
and they gamble millions,
they know nothing about money,
about feeding coins into meters,
measuring your life in cubic metres.
They live in a world where money
is taken for granted,not earnt
but siphoned off and burnt.
So,they know nothing about money,
except its power and birth,
and they know all about money but its worth.
Dros rhyddid collasant eu gwaed.
Blood was something they knew,
they saw it spurt from severed veins,
saw bloody deaths in the iron works.
Blood rushed to their heads
when molten ore spilt
and scorched their limbs.
Blood was spilt in fighting,
man against man, struggling
to stay alive, just to survive.
Blood was their currency,
its warm, red, smell
filled their determination.
Bloody was their flag
when they raised it at Dowlais,
Red with the fire of their anger.
Blood they shed later
when the troops fired on them
and their anger overcame their fear.
Dros rhyddid collasant eu gwaed.
Y faner goch was the flag of their blood.
Let us always remember that.