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THERE WILL ALWAYS BE DISABLED PEOPLEEven though you do your best, to manifest, the rest Into a State, you can berate and slate, we're still here like a pest A vermin, we're learnin, to fight by flight, not right but light Compared to he who dares, to scare, declaring us fair game, ripe for the pickening That's thickening, so sickening, to think, that no one is listening, as you rave ah, we get slave labour, the hope of your favour, shit glistening. Leave us as the bus makes a fuss- "We're pus!", is the consensus; who can we trust? As those who make rules order mules to be fools and into our space you bust Eradicating, exterminating, while we're germinating, lying there pulsating, a slab of faulty meat, good to beat, Then delete. What a treat, Secretly, envigorating. As your'e freed in the need to loose the weeds of a healthy population Not enough food the last cow has mooed our lives you have shooed, crude, your explanation It just had to be, society, must be free, can't you see, the misery, so euthanasi- Ahh, that's better, no more upsetter, and to the letter, you begetter the Nazi, and though you swear you can't believe it, Rather than conceive it, you will relieve it, of a life, cos as the knife, cuts the wife, our extermination will be rife, you can't retrieve it, like the species that you kill to put the faeces in the till, still you will get ill, cos that's the bill You pay to stay and slay away, big mac cheap today? Cheap thrill But. Even if you fly your colours, from every steeple There will always be, disabled people. I'm not joking, but I am poking, to the voting, that will the fascist fire be stoking As they reason, in the season, we're a lesion, you don't care cos you'll be toking and coking Yes their growth'll be fungle as you hide in this jungle, get in line and never bungle, Adapt to that, and survive the baton of the riot policeman, from uncle Cos you can't afford a slip. in the New World Order, grip the chord around the neck a "Where's the border?" you be askin in fear of the raspin voice of the new 4th Reich camcorder That's the idea, your fear will career as you hear with a grown-on-the-back-of-a-mouse, ear Distorting the reporting of truth, your cavorting is uncouth, believe the ruthless soothsayear Saying "Go back to the rack- who's a spack? Let's attack with the pack" And free from pretence, jump hunting over the fence, kill and no consequence, first blood to the kid at the back But, from D.N.A.testing to institutions, from euthanasia to Marie Stopes' intrusions, From eradicating species like Downs, and those gaps in your ablutions You forget in your quest to guest only the best the real test is what's up with the rest But. Though the U.N. declares war on the feeble, There will always be disabled people When after wrestlin' the medicine inside the gelatin then thet sell the sin, and when the last, Thalidomides, have died, the modified, will sart, a sing song, remixed, by Pete Tong, called "What's Wrong?", that's too long, And like bong never cleaned it won't be redeemed by new dope on the scene- and your modified genes? So long. It's too late to congregate to demonstrate about the state of the shit you ate. The too long Arm of the law gives food harm to the poor; crude charm so the whore fellates Monsanto and world banks have a wank though we must thank them for what we ate and drank Before we can get down from the table, not with legs like Betty Grable, but all wobbly and disabled and us they spank So when I'm old, not alone and cold, but with lots of my mold, mutant people will hold, Pointless meetings, calls for beatings, organic eating, too late reality greeting, just a fleeting Warning you remember ignoring while your lives you were pawning and 4th Reich was dawning so stop yor bleating. You voted to mix up and take your cub from the gene pool hot tub And when in a jacuzzi with afloozy (either sex), and you schmoozy, then you oozy, onto your chub Lock, time clock, tick tock, D.N.A. lock, ship hits the rock and you've a kid like a flid, phoc- Omelic, or pa-raplegic, find that obscenic? So then you screen it and, tollchock But. Even with pre-natal gene-ocide evil, There will always
be disabled people
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