Every Home A Prison - Coldcut, Jello Biafra

Rejoice, friends

Big government is over

From now on, instead of community

You will be left

In the marketplace

To fend for yourselves

Claw for yourselves

Stab for yourselves

Guard for yourselves

What little money, savings, dignity, and shelter you have left

After your jobs are downsized

And exported to Mexico

Tennis shoes made by slaves in camps in Indonesia

Computer jobs sent across the ocean to Indonesia

You will be next unless you bow down, lick our boots

And throw your benefits away

Your raises away

And this is all you have to look forward to

Forever and ever and ever

As more and more benefits are slashed

No more tax-and-spend welfare state

A windfall from tax cuts for the rich

As more and more people

Out in the cold on the street

Begging for money

And when that doesn’t work

Robbing people

Carjacking

Home invasion

Everyone taught

That life is so cheap

There’s nothing to look forward to

Except what you can score

(And smoke in a pipe)

Ending welfare as we know it

Means third world crime as we know it

So why is it

All these young people today

Misbehave

Misbehave

Misbehave

Don’t they appreciate the world we’ve built for them?

Crappy jobs

Dog-eat-dog

No compassion

In the marketplace

If you like school

You’ll love work

Instead they ditch school

And hang out on the screet

Yob culture (Hooah!)

Young hooligans

Everywhere you look (Hooah! x3)

On TV anyway

And in the newspaper

They’re causing trouble (Hooah! x3)

More and more people

Will pour in the streets

As their rents go up

And job opportunities go down

So we have to keep them down

Before they rise up

And burn our house of cards to the ground

It’s just the cost of doing business

In third world countries where we keep the peasants down

We have to live in armed compounds, armed guards

Play tennis

At gunpoint

A different route to work behind bulletproof glass each day

But hey, the more the hordes hate you, more status you’ve got

Why not do this with the whole world?

With GATT treaties

Downsizing

But what about those goddamn hooligans in the street?

We stole their future

It’s all their fault

We must lock them up

There’s no room in the jails

So the best way to sweep them away

Make every home a prison today

Curfew

Curfew

Who cares how much our leaders are corrupt, as long as they’re tough on crime

Curfew

Keep them away

Curfew

No longer unauthorized activity

You can’t leave the home without an electronic ankle bracelet

Your offenders must be tagged and watched at all times

Tag their parents with bracelets too if they don’t obey

For that matter, tag them at work and make them stay

The main enemy

Terrorist threat

Is your own children

Think about it

The music they listen to

That tells them the world is bad

It’s the songs that are the problem, not the violence outside

Keep them locked up

Keep them in curfew

Put them away

Don’t let them out

We’re tougher on crime

Before the election

We want a national law establishing children’s bedtime

The bedtime patrol

Will check up on you

Bedtime patrol

Make sure your bracelet’s on

The nanny state

To reach down your pants

And check and see if you’ve been moistening yourselves

With any unauthorized substance

Without permission

Tag them

Curfew them

Keep them down

Keep them at home

To school

To rent a video on the way home

And stay home

Just like at work

Do not gather after dark

Curfew

It’s such a family-oriented word

A much more acceptable, smiling, soft word

A much more palatable concept

Than martial law

Put your bracelets on

You’re safer when you’re watched

Don’t go outside

You’ll set the alarm off

Curfew

Forever and ever and ever