What has gone wrong with the men who are ruling I'd like to know who they think they are fooling They told us that torture was over and gone but ever….

Fight on land and sea All men want to be free If they don't never mind we'll abolish all mankind.

The important thing is to pull yourself up by your own hair to turn yourself inside out and see the whole world with fresh eyes..

With the plundered people transferring their energies into relaxed and receptive thoughts, degradation and lust for power produced art..

We can say what we like without favour or fear and what we can't say we can breathe in your ear.

Don't be deceived when our Revolution has been finally stamped out and they tell you things are better now Even if there's no poverty to be seen beca….

Charlotte Corday walked alone Paris birds sang sugar calls Charlotte walked down lanes of stone through the haze of perfume stalls Charlotte smelt th….

Once we thought a few hundred corpses would be enough then we saw thousands were still too few and today we can't even count all the dead Everywhere ….

Once and for all the idea of glorious victories won by the glorious army must be wiped out. Niether side is glorious. On either side they're just fri….

We've got rights the right to starve We've got jobs waiting for work We're all brothers lousy and dirty We're all free and equal to die like dogs.

Against Nature's silence I use action In the vast indifference I invent a meaning I don't watch unmoved I intervene and say that this and this are wr….

We're all so clogged with dead ideas passed from generation to generation that even the best of us don't know the way out..

Woe to the man who tries to stretch the imagination of man He shall be mocked he shall be scourged by the blinkered guardians of morality..

What's the point of a revolution without general copulation copulation copulation.

We're all so clogged with dead ideas passed from generation to generation that even the best of us don't know the way out We invented the Revolution ….

The only truths we can point to are the ever-changing truths of our own experience..

Long ago I left heroics to the heroes.

So the poor instead of bread made do with a picture of the bleeding scourged and nailed-up Christ and prayed to that image of their helplessness.

In Dante the hero would rather flee and renounce the tempting embrace instead of yielding to his desires and enduring the attendant dangers..

Long ago I abandoned my masterpiece a roll of paper thirty yards long which I filled completely with minute handwriting in my dungeon years ago It va….

Don't soil your pretty little shoes The gutter's deep and red Climb up climb up and ride along with me the tumbrel driver said But she never said a w….