Big government is over. From now on instead of community, you will be left in the market place, 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 down sized, and exported to Mexico, Tennis shoes made by slaves in camps in Indonesia. Computer jobs set 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. The windfall from tax cuts for the rich is more and more people out in the cold on the street, begging for money. And when that doesn’t work, robbing people, car jacking, home invasion… Everyone taught that life is so cheap. There is nothing to look forward to, except for what you can score, and smoke in private.

Ending welfare as we know it, means third world crime as we know it.

So why is it all these young people today misbehave?

Don’t they appreciate the world we’ve built for them? Crappy jobs, dog-eat-dog… No compassion in the market place. If you like school, you’ll love work.

Instead they ditch school, and hang out on the street. Yob culture, young hooligans. Everywhere you look, on TV and in the newspaper they’re causing trouble. More and more people will pour in the streets as their rents goes 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 gun point.

A different route to work behind bullet proof glass each day. But hey, the more the hoards hate you, the more status you’ve got.

Why not do this with the whole world? With gat treaties, down sizing… But what about those goddamn hooligans in the street? We stole their future, it’s all their fault. We must lock them up, but there is 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 their tough on crime…

Curfew! Keep them away! Curfew! No longer unauthorized activity.

You can’t leave the home without an electronic ankle bracelet, young 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. Its 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’re a national law establishing childrens bed-time!

Bedtime patrol will check up on you, bedtime patrol, make sure your bracelets 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…

- Jello Biafra