Left Ahead Band

Below you will find lyrics to all current Left Ahead songs. Lyrics for 'Candy Crush' were written by Pete Crampton. Lyrics for 'Commodity' were partly taken from Chuck Palahniuk's Fight Club. Lyrics for 'Patriotic Moronic' contain numerous uncredited quotations. All other lyrics were written by Left Ahead.

Song Lyrics
They’re drinking in the street; you snort into your Heineken;
On the inside of the fence; you hurl abuse at women;
A true pillar of society; it’s fucking double standards
Cocktails in your tight shirt; aggressive macho bastard;

Show me the stats and stop being so inhumane;
Build a wall around HU5; high society will complain;
Everyone can’t be rich; it’s such a fucking chore;
The pseudo middle class need the poor;

You’re all fucking scumbags from Bourgeoisie to bourgeois-E;
You can’t buy your way into being a better class than me;
You’re spending good money so you don’t see the dregs;
But look in the mirror the parasite is staring back;

Show me the stats and stop being so inhumane;
Build a wall around HU5; high society will complain;
Everyone can’t be rich; it’s such a fucking chore;
The pseudo middle class need the poor;

The pseudo middle class need the poor;
How else will you feel Superior?
How else will you feel Superior?
How else will you feel Superior?
Block out the light because today, tomorrow will never come.
In an altered state of reality you can find the truth when you hide from the sun.

We want distractions; we want the horn
Give us distractions; give us flesh corner

We need to forget; it’s grinding us down
We need to forget; it’s grinding us down

Remove our brain; what good is this state?
We can’t absorb influence; it’s filling us with hate

Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is bliss

Block out the light because today, tomorrow will never come.
In an altered state of reality you can find the truth when you hide from the sun.
Buzz off, buzz here, Buzz Lightyear
Where’s your wood eh?
It’s pretty busy, buzzy busy bees
Use pesticides, do as you please
We’re all in this together
Big society, big economy bull
Suitable for the capitalist class
Heroin for the wage slave sycophant

We grind our fingers to the bone
In the name of the holy market
In the hope of reaping rewards
We reap towards death
You won’t need your pin number
When you’re dining with the worms
All work and no play
We all need motivation on Monday

Food like matter won’t nourish your body
Bacteria won’t eat that shit
Poverty porn will not expand your mind
The parasites are behind the camera
Your avatar won’t replace your soul
Meet your friends face to face
The economy’s not your life, take response
Use ability in this dead end space

First world poverty, fifth largest economy
Charity telethons raise money
And fuck the monarchy
A joke that’s not very funny
Lecturing austerity whilst wearing a Diamond encrusted gold crown
A family of blood soaked parasites
Aristo-cats in a bag, let ‘em drown

We are architects in training
And we might have to butcher
We are not pioneers or primitive
But we’re definitely perverted
Tell us that we don’t exist
Nicky Clinging to this razor brained
Wire Class consciousness is alive and well
It’s just subversive, you know that

Pillaging has a whole new meaning
Greed and margins have to inflate
Forgetting our basic needs, idiot
Modern money is abstract mate
The system will eat itself
And spit out your remains mother
Profit will smother the joy of living
Man kills everything
We’ve got to have a word with Charly and Mandy
If you want to feel alive take your sugar candy
Two hundred thousand people and no-one dies
Education and health have been feeding us lies
Driving all night just to do it right
Walking through the dessert in the soft morning light
We’re killing ourselves and feeling fine
One more song, one more time, one more time


You’ll find it in the circle, you’ll find it in the circle
(We find it in the circle, we find it in the circle)
Talking health and safety with the managing director

You’ll find it in the circle, you’ll find it at the stones
(We find it in the circle, we find it at the stones)
I’m dancing in hell, I don’t want to go home


The Chemicals have ended and she’s crawling through piss
It’s descended into chaos and we’re touching the abyss
You stand on stage and tell us that we’re all in this together
But it’s a pyramid world and those at the top can
Exercise their freedom of speech and we’ll listen
Because we all dream of being like you…
Rich, successful, adored and powerful
Loved, respected and important a commodity
A corporate shell manipulated into selling left wing
Ideals to the highest bidder


Dance in a pocket of revolution, then go home and be complicit
To right wing, neo-libertarian capitalism
X3


You’ll find it in the circle, you’ll find it in the circle
(We find it in the circle, we find it in the circle)
Talking health and safety with the managing director

You’ll find it in the circle, you’ll find it at the stones
(We find it in the circle, we find it at the stones)
I’m dancing in hell, I don’t want to go home
You say British values
British values
British values
British values
British values
Don’t you mean human fucking rights?

You say working people
Hard working people
Hard working people
Hard working people
Hard working people
Don’t listen to Rupert Murdoch

You say British values
British values
British values
British values
British values
Don’t believe the propaganda

You say working people
Hard working people
Hard working people
Hard working people
Hard working people
Don’t belittle us George Osborne you patronising cunt
Decisions are made off hand and brisk
And too much rides on tired minds
Rapacious greed and lazy risk
Makes devils work of bluffs and blinds

Time to take another turn
And make the most of what we are
What we hope to do and learn
Let’s pick the lock and slip the bar


The greatest trick that that’s ever pulled
Disguise control as law
Resentment burns
Resistance is lulled
Make change in peace
And not in war
Make change in peace
And not in war


The power holders seem eternal
But you will see them all made weak
When the masses write their journals
When the many stand, stand and speak

Ideas, cultures, human systems
Form in chains before they’re loosed
So if you speak and no-one listens
Speak up against injustice and abuse


The greatest trick that that’s ever pulled
Disguise control as law
Resentment burns
Resistance is lulled
Make change in peace
And not in war
Make change in peace
And not in war
Anticipation gone to pot
He hits the deck and draws an ace
The apple of his eye will rot
And blood will paint his pretty face

Now all the land has turned to sand
He dreamed a dream there was no catch
Here he stands a loyal band
He lives his life in burning thatch

I am floating and gloating, I’m rising and falling
Stinking and stalling, I’m kicking the walls in
I am trying and dying, I am facelessly fucking
Not even looking, he’s kicking my balls in

He staggers with two empty cans
While dodging shots from a plastic gun
And everything he does is out of his hands
His reason d’être comes undone

I watch him sniff until he can’t feel
He falls like snow down to the abyss
Powder gone I watch him reel
As coherence turns to piss

I am floating and gloating, I’m rising and falling
Stinking and stalling, I’m kicking the walls in
I am trying and dying, I am facelessly fucking
Not even looking, he’s kicking my balls in
We were told in days of old, a king is king as god is bold,
And we sure in days of yore that holy Christ is natural Law,

Oligarch they bow to you, your power is concealed,
Plutocrat, the secret king, to you the masses yield,
Lies and dogma prop up greed and power writes what people read,
A media exalts the rich and shouts "jobless scum",
"Jobless scum, burn the witch, jobless scum, burn the witch",

The Roman bade with grand parade that Caesar's might would never fade,
And Hegel's time, he thought sublime, a perfect end to history's line,
A perfect end to history's line,

Oligarch they bow to you, your power is concealed,
Plutocrat, the secret king, to you the masses yield,
Lies and dogma prop up greed and power writes what people read,
A media exalts the rich and shouts "jobless scum",
"Jobless scum, burn the witch, jobless scum, burn the witch",

And now today, the rulers say the free market's here to stay,
The secret jewel of the wealthy's rule is denying that culture is a tool.
When the bubble bursts
Who's going to strike first?
Or are we pacifists?
Will this opportunity go amiss?

Could you kill a capitalist?
Could you do it if it was in self defence?
Could you kill a capitalist?
Could you do it if it was in self defence?

Against, with your back against the fence
We need to take control
Of our own lives
With our own hands
Because we've only got one
Respect the rules,
Respect the law,
After all,
That's what it's for - safety!

Conform to be popular,
So comb your hair,
Dress really nice,
Do nothing for a dare.

Apple! Lexus! Employment opportunities!
Work hard, make money, be happy, I phone,
Work hard, make money, be happy, take some pictures,
Work hard, make money, be happy, tag your photos,
Work hard, make money, be happy, candy crush.

Rich people are happy,
Strive to be rich,
You parents will love you,
Do anything to be rich.

Have you ever seen a sad rich man?
Have you ever seen a happy tramp?
Money can’t buy you happiness,
But poverty can’t buy you anything.

Apple! Lexus! Employment opportunities!
Work hard, make money, be happy, I phone,
Work hard, make money, be happy, take some pictures,
Work hard, make money, be happy, tag your photos,
Work hard, make money, be happy, candy crush.
People are nostalgic these days, not like it were when I were a lad,
We never looked back into the past, we never chased each passing fad,

The golden age has been and gone, the age where now was all that mattered,
Now all we do is remember the past,
The golden age has been and gone, the age where now was all that mattered,
And think of how each dream was shattered,

Daydream of a bygone era, wish those dreams were a little clearer,
But they're all blurred and gone amiss, the years before mass reminisce,

The golden age has been and gone, the age where now was all that mattered,
Now all we do is remember the past,
The golden age has been and gone, the age where now was all that mattered,
And think of how each dream was shattered,

Age is the mother of nostalgia, what is all of this hype,
Dressing in stereotype to fill a personality void,
(x4)

Hark ye back to the incocent times, summers that would last,
Forever with yesteryear implicit in their rhymes, the youth of today are stuck in the past,

The golden age (has been and gone), the age where now (was all that mattered),
Now all we do is remember the past,
The golden age (has been and gone), the age where now (was all that mattered),
And think of how each dream was shattered.
Sesquipedalian is obfuscatory
An outside view is never too late for me
Obfuscatory is sesquipedalian
One day, you’ll be the alien

Grandiloquence is an expressive decision
But if often hides a deep lack of vision
While fustian illusions are pompous and bombastic
My fucking thesaurus is fucking fantastic

If the words that you choose
Are simply display
You hide what you mean
Behind what you say

The proletariat position ponders the politician
That perpetually picks princely Etonian tricks

You presume we are slow, and
Tend to underestimate
How much we know
About you abusing the state

We might like bingo
And the occasional beer
Though many of us are poor
Our eloquence is sincere
I am a wandering man of nature
I am nature's wondering man
I'll never judge another's plight
I don't know that I am right
I only ever search for truth
And won't lie if it is found
Even if it says that I am wrong
Or that the world is not round

Drop away the needy answers
Lose the faith and hope
That God will cure the global cancers
By preaching through pope

Can art be truth and beauty true
If god is us and faith is gone
Jesus is dead and Satre too
Don't morn the death of right and wrong
The art is in the open mind
The preaching priest can not see
He who sticks right to his kind
A narrow world it will be

Drop away the needy answers
Lose the faith and hope
That God will cure the global cancers
By preaching through pope
Fly by for the Dresden murders
Blood breeds blood and scabs wont
Form, uniforms hide history
Patriotic moronic glee

You’re looking through the crystal glass
To see birthrights as power
Rather be hacked to pieces
Quotation writes what you can’t see

Your heroism on command
Breeds senseless violence and nonsense
So loathsome it goes by your name
How I passionately hate them
Well trod balconies elevate
An animal drags rule from grace
Do we need a royal position?
As a bastion of tradition

Your heroism on command
Breeds senseless violence and nonsense
So loathsome it goes by your name
How I passionately hate them
Well trod balconies elevate
An animal drags rule from grace
Do we need a royal position?
As a bastion of tradition
Take their cash and will they run away?
Take the risk and make them pay.
Who is making all the honey?
Greedy power hungers money.

We will put you into power if you tailor the law, and in your darkest hour you'll look like heroes in war. We will put you into power if you tailor the law, scandal we'll devour so you don't worry anymore.

Have your say on tax loopholes.
Murdoch sells bleeding foals.
Watch a pig have an abortion.
Ride a horse in Chipping Norton.

Daddy, can I have a horse? Yeah, I'll get you a Horse of course, I'll just send Beck a text. Hey Beck it's Dave, because I'm a regular guy, do you have a horse I can buy? Lol, kiss. Not a second went by when the phone rang and in reply she said, whilst my husband Ross Kemp is away you should come round for the day. To that I replied nay, what would all the papers say? Well I control the papers of course so come round, or you won’t get your horse. I skipped next door to politely implore the nature of my deed to win fair ladies steed, she stood there, ginger hair all course and said. Me and Ross, we'll get a divorce and you will get your prize of course, but first, she smirked, without, remorse. Dave, you, have, to, fuck, me, like...

My horse will get you into power if you tailor the law, and in your darkest hour you'll look like heroes in war. We will put you into power if you tailor the law, scandal we'll devour so you don't worry anymore.

Take their cash and will they run away?
Take the risk and make them pay.
Who is making all the honey?
Greedy power hungers money.

Have your say on tax loopholes.
Murdoch sells bleeding foals.
Watch a pig have an abortion.
Ride a horse in Chipping Norton.
An entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.

It doesn’t exist it’s not even there, we buy shit that’s not even there.

Sex sells your soul,
To useless products so,
You’ll get laid you know,
Or at least a cheeky blow.
Your life it stands,
Keeps your cards at hand,
To satisfy greed,
It’s only money that we bleed.

An entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.

It doesn’t exist it’s not even there, we buy shit that’s not even there.

Sex sells your soul,
To useless products so,
You’ll get laid you know,
Or at least a cheeky blow.
Your life it stands,
Keeps your cards at hand,
To satisfy greed,
It’s only money that we bleed.
Don’t bow to defeat,
If you want a tasty treat.
The Animals will deplete,
But we are printing meat!

The boffins in the lab are creating a slab
Of chewy fake stake that will keep us awake, for ducks sake
It needs to be done, reproduction has begun,
To accelerate at an alarming rate, and our fate
Will be in the hands of test tube hams because
Farming’s too intensive, tool incentive, we need to be pensive
And realise, taste disguise, it’s a lamb without eyes
As we can’t sustain, our stomach will explain
And tell our brain to forget the pain
Of over consumption
It’s a food revolution

Don’t bow to defeat,
If you want a tasty treat.
The Animals will deplete,
But we are printing meat!
It worked before
So why can’t it work now?
The protesters need to
Be silenced somehow.
Be like your father
Make your name renown
Fucking flatten the town.

Forced order succumbs to entropy
The empire will fall.
We make mistakes and copy
Them until there is nothing at all

Smash their columns
And break his back
Can we ignore
A chemical attack?
It could open doors
For use in future wars
As we turn to Barak

Forced order succumbs to entropy
The empire will fall.
We make mistakes and copy
Them until there is nothing at all
It was short lived in the Demascus spring
It didn’t take long before Assad started killing

You can’t feel guilty for what you haven’t done
The blood is on your hands even if you’re not holding the gun

They are your forces
You can’t deny
When it turns
Shells fly

Demand; if you oppose, break his hands;
Slit his throat, watch them rejoice; as you take away their voice

Face your enemies like a man and fight them all one on one
Because you’ll end up six feet underground where you fucking belong

They are your forces
You can’t deny
When it turns
Shells fly

Go on then Assad slit their throats and smash their hands
You’d be fucking powerless without an army to command
Down the track on the wrong side
But the right side of pleasure, two days of leisure
A buzz delight, animal and man fight
With no brother or wife, my head’s company tonight

Distance apprehensive, I’ll take my chances
A bull’s incentive, intent romances
The rivers onset has made my mind forget
Initial doubts of tender droughts
A dialogue to do without

Sharing vision, there remains that provision
If it comes to nothing there’s no hard decision
A week of mundanity, injected with insanity
We lust this to last, a glimpse of life’s past
You don’t
Know that
Your wants
Are no different from mine

Fade away
This incline
Goes nowhere
Almost divine

Invest in
Now watch this
Interest in
Leads to momentary bliss

Part time
You realise
The sublime
Will go nowhere in your eyes
Even Cooper Clarkes got a pizza the pie, the crusty old cunt can sure tell a lie
No more crumbs upon the table, even if you are willing and able
I am on the JSA, I did no work today,
I’ve got nowhere to stay and they think it is okay

Now they watch me grind into the floor,
They’re singing you’re not trying anymore,
They think that freedom is in the laws,
We suffer the effects of the cutting cause,

Plating a seed of poverty,
They curse the fruit from the costly tree,
Reprimanding rotten vegetation,
Freezing another generation

But the crusty cunts haven’t seen the crunch,
So while they are biting down on a pheasant lunch
We’re gunna pick ourselves up off the floor,
And we will head to their front door

Flick butts on the cuts that that Thatcher’s made,
Scotch on the rocks cleans the bloody blade,
Winkle pickers on a fleshy floor, (How the fuck do you have the front?)
Singing you’re not trying anymore, (Are you blind or just a cunt?)

They are blaming us for what they cause, (How the fuck do you have the front?)
They think that freedom is in the laws, (Are you blind or just a cunt?)
They’re singing you’re not trying anymore,
You’re not trying anymore,

I’m on the JSA, I did no work today
I’ve got something to say but I don’t know the way
Now they watch me grind into the floor
But I won’t stop trying anymore
I won’t stop trying anymore
I want to own you, I know I’m nowhere near the first
I want to own you, to put you in the public purse
Im gonna own you, I’ll own you like a 125
Im gonna own you, I’ll make your railway come alive

Who recruits in a recession, when the cuts have made you poor?
They’ll pay you for fatal aggression; there are no jobs so you go to war.
Taking advantage of the needy, all the fat cats are getting greedy.
Public faith has turned sour, so we spend our dole on Paddy Power.

I want to own you, if you’re not mine you’re motives wrong,
I want to own you. To put you back where you belong.
I’m gonna own you, I’ll own your money making gas.
I’m gonna own you, so the powers mine at last.

I heal the sick and help the poor
But I need to do so much more
It’s time to act and educate
Give the railways to the state

Who recruits in a recession, when the cuts have made you poor?
They’ll pay you for fatal aggression; there are no jobs so you go to war.
Taking advantage of the needy, all the fat cats are getting greedy.
Public faith has turned sour, so we spend our dole on Paddy Power.
This red brick street, is now concrete, and you can see, It’s all it’s ever gonna be
This heroin town, is falling down, and we all know, it’s all we’ve ever got to show
When fired eyes, paint boring skies, no daily grind, if there is money on your mind
Corbusier, in the dock today, he got his way, but did the tenants have a say?
It’s not the same, I feel his pain, is there shame? But it’s always gonna rain

Why is your job in the interest of the public when your only concerns are the faces in your wallet
Turing land into profit, pleasing your client and filling your pocket

The vein that gives you life, has torn your body apart
The city has had a stroke, and you pretend to have a heart
If God is in the detail, then his work has come undone
Repetition will prevail, and you don’t care for anyone

Make Larkin’s toads; see veins not roads, the river flows; does it matter where it goes?
Intensions true, this would give you, a beauty boom, but you just build another tomb
Inject more thought, don’t buy what’s bought, nothings in store and we’re rotting at the core
This red brick street, is now concrete, and you can see, It’s all it’s ever gonna be
This heroin town, is falling down, and we all know, it’s all we’ve ever got to show

Why is your job in the interest of the public when your only concerns are the faces in your wallet
Turing land into profit, pleasing your client and filling your pocket

The vein that gives you life, has torn your body apart
The city has had a stroke, and you pretend to have a heart
If God is in the detail, then his work has come undone
Repetition will prevail, and you don’t care for anyone

The vein that gives you life, has torn your body apart
The city has had a stroke, and you pretend to have a heart
If God is in the detail, then his work has come undone
Repetition will prevail, and you don’t care for anyone
Who you calling scrounger sonny? You grabbed all of the money
You say welfare handouts lax, but you don’t pay your fucking tax
How do I get a dinner date, with the revenue and customs boss?
I need to renegotiate, I am operating at a loss

Can I send my wage to Jersey? I want to pay my tax offshore
Can I send my bills to Jersey? So I don’t pay them anymore
Can I send my wage t’Camens? I want to pay my tax offshore
Can I send my bills t’Camens? So I don’t pay them anymore

I live inside the city walls; I pay for the city that you use
I pay my tax to city hall for the services that you abuse
If I was a business like red Ken, I could avoid my contribution
If I held a gun to number ten, would there be any retribution?

Can I send my wage to Jersey? I want to pay my tax offshore
Can I send my bills to Jersey? So I don’t pay them anymore
Can I send my wage t’Camens? I want to pay my tax offshore
Can I send my bills t’Camens? So I don’t pay them anymore
Jeremy Kyle, say to yourself, piece of shit and walk away
Eastenders, say to yourself, piece of shit and walk away
Jersey Shore, say to yourself, piece of shit and walk away
X Factor, just fucking walk away

Pat Butcher, Pat Butcher, Pat Butcher. I don’t give a shit, I don’t give a shit

They’re just stories, it’s not real
They’re 2D, they can’t feel
Reality shows are all fake
And these adverts are giving me a fucking..... Headache

Jeremy Kyle, say to yourself, piece of shit and walk away
Eastenders, say to yourself, piece of shit and walk away
Jersey Shore, say to yourself, piece of shit and walk away
X Factor, just fucking walk away

Pat Butcher, Pat Butcher, Pat Butcher. I don’t give a shit, I don’t give a shit

They’re just stories, it’s not real
They’re 2D, they can’t feel
Reality shows are all fake
And these adverts are giving me a fucking..... Headache