Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop

Blame the immigrants for poverty Make everyone prove their rights Hostile environment is ethnic cleansing Deport first hear appeals later Locked up in Yarl’s Wood Remove all rights tear families apart Send back the blacks to die in exile All for the sake of racists Conservatives - a gang of class warriors Seize the state and sell it to their mates Strip the NHS, starve the disabled Tories are lower than vermin Austerity outsourced to ATOS Tickboxes a process to strip support Repeatedly prove your disability Terminal cancer and you’re fit for work Poverty is your fault, use a food bank Free school meals are very generous Markets for the poor, market rescue for the rich Zero hours, payday loans, endless debt Conservatives – a gang of class warriors Putting the poor in their rightful place Party of organised spivvery Tories are lower than vermin. Conservatives a gang of class warriors A Bullingdon club of tax evaders Party of organised spivvery Tories are lower than vermin

1918 Russia 1945 China 1947 Greece 1950 Korea 1953 Philippines 1959 Cuba 1960 Congo 1964 Vietnam Rogue state, rogue state, America Destroying we the people, America Rogue state, terrorirst state, America 1964 Brazil 1967 Cambodia 1971 Bolivia September 11 1973 1979 Afghanistan 1980 El Salvador 1980 Nicaragua Haiti Venezuela Iraq Venezuela USA USA we used to love you USA USA now we fear you Rogue state, rogue state, America Destroying we the people, America Rogue state, terrorist state, America

I’ve got a little list of benefit cheats I’ll be rooting out They will never be missed they will never be missed Young ladies who get pregnant to jump the housing queue Dads who won’t support the kids of ladies they have kissed We subsidise the scroungers, the fake asylum seekers Welfare queens come get your cheques and spend it on drug dealers You travellers and gypsies, scroungers scum and thieves Get on your bike, you don’t need food get on your knees and plead The recession threw you out of work? Don’t be daft young man It was your choice to earn no coin, your choice yourself to damn You cannot feed your kids its clear you had too many You feckless ruinous piece of shit they don’t deserve a penny The rent made you bankrupt? Its clear you have no brain You should have invested, then you’d make a gain Look at me, I’m clever, I was born to take this place With my hard work trust fund, my assets there is no trace Tax is not for me, you plebs, I avoid the heat That people like you will get, you dirty benefit cheat Universal credit its waiting for you We’re waiting with a sanction to save a bob or two Your lack of means your lack of funds this is your choice You have no right to have a say no right to have a voice One question is have you tried, do you deserve If you fail you’re a scrounger with a lot of nerve Living in a world if shit is a choice of lifestyle If you do not earn our money then you earn our bile Get up get out you strive though it kills Circumstances are you’re lazy! And only out for thrills What do you mean your factory closed? It went abroad? What you mean the robots came? Technology we applaud! What do you mean your kids fell sick you couldn’t get to work? That is your choice, man, you clearly chose to shirk! And now you have no use and no role left to play Human garbage, sickening spongers and feckless we portray We would rather you die than show us our system fails There is no alternative, money must prevail You’ve been here for centuries, the plebs and the mob The landless soldiers, paupers, in poverty you sob Single mothers, workless fathers, you will never see your children have more Because you are the undeserving poor

Money is a form of social power That can be appropriated by private persons It has no inherent limits Land is limited, assets are limited There are no limits on dollars The desire to control this social power Is the reason people want more of it Capital must expand Wars must be fought The world must be consumed

Automatic system of machinery Set in motion by automaton A moving power than moves itself Workers cast as conscious parts Living labour owned by object labour Machine is not human means Only machine’s will be done Machines supervises Machine stops interruptions Machine has strength and skill It is virtuoso Machine becomes mighty ruler Humans only part of machine Consumes coal and oil A soul of its own Machine produces vast quantities No need for producers Knowledge absorbed into capital Alien and external A soul of it own A soul of its own Alien external

Capitalism can’t stay home Capitalism must expropriate Into the swamps and jungles It sends it poor to conquer The third world is not poor The third world makes money Most countries are rich Only the people are poor There’s billions to to be made There’s billions for four hundred years These countries are not underdeveloped They are overexploited The capitalist powers have carved out and taken The timber, the flax, the hemp, the rum, The cocoa, the tin, the iron, the bauxite, The rubber, the sugar, the diamonds, the tantalum, The cheap labour and the slaves The timber, the flax, the hemp, the rum, The cocoa, the tin, the diamonds, the opium, The silver, the coffee, the cattle, the cocoa, The gas, the gemstones, gold and slaves

Newspapers owned by the rich are not your friends Their job is to sell adverts - to pay dividends Corporations are customers, you are the product Tales for docility and for fun they seduct Lucifer opposed fascism Lucifer opposed colonialism Lucifer represents what is said and done Lucifer campaigns for peace Lucifer gives you solidarity Lucifer educates, organises, fights Daily Mail will tell you who to hate Murdoch’s Sun will make your hips gyrate Express will give you heads of traitors Facebook feeds you conspiracies and haters Lucifer gives you solidarity Lucifer reported the Assange trial Lucifer represents what is said and done Lucifer campaigns for peace Lucifer supports the unemployed Lucifer educates, organises, fights This vile shit will not feed your mind Its designed to make you support corporate crimes Distract you from the state you are For the truth follow the morning star Lucifer reported the Assange trial Lucifer is owed by its readers Lucifer represents what is said and done Lucifer supports the unemployed Lucifer gives you solidarity Lucifer educates, organises, fights

I long for the days of truth Where opinions are cast from the land Where rumours no longer have power And ignorance is flourished by the whip-hand Truth will come Truth will come Time will come There is a world to win I long for the days of justice Where the few face their crimes of greed And resources are shared by the many And people are treated by need Right will come Truth will come Time will come I long for the days of violence Where my hands ran red With the blood of the corrupt And humans are humans once more Violence will come Right will come Time will come There is a world to win