Maybe you think it's the new new wave Well all it is is just another rave Maybe it looks like the writing's on the wall But you've seen it before, it'
I am not he, nor master, nor lord No crown to wear, no cross to bear in stations I am not he, nor shall be, warlord of nations These heroes have run before
The bastards, what are they playing at? Don't like the music, don't like the words Don't like the sentiments Well keep it for the birds and bees, boys
Mother? Mother? Mother? Chorus: She's the anti-mother, mother is that you? She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you? It's Myra Hindley
Chorus: Cause a disturbance, don't let this slide by Do you want to end up a McDonalds french fry? Atomic power, atomic power, death
They're using skateboards as spastic chairs For the legless fuckers who fought your affairs They're moulding babies' dummies with a permanent smile Keep
You have this life, what for? Tell me Spend it on shit, your ignorance appals me You serve me your morals, changed for a fiver Upright citizen, Penthouse
The train now standing on platform four What will you do when the gas taps turn? Where will you be when the bodies burn? Will you just watch as the cattle
Don't want to bury my head in the crutch of society Perverted parent that takes my energy Sucking me dry with your morals, your threats Christ, your queen
Tiring moments, fucked up minds Empty faces, eyes that are blind Flick through the papers, car crash death Vacant pages offer no breath Of hope, future
They said that we were trash Well the name is Crass not Clash They can stuff their punk credentials Cause it's them that take the cash They won't change
Tiring moments, fucked up minds, Empty faces, eyes that are blind. Flick through the papers, car crash death, Vacant pages offer no breath. Of hope,
Cause a disturbance, don't let this slide by, Do you want to end up a McDonalds french fry? Atomic power, atomic power, Death shower, maggies power.
They sell us love as divinity, When it's only a social obscenity. Underneath we're all lovable. Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hello hello. Hello
Don't want to bury my head in the crutch of society, Perverted parent that takes my energy, Sucking me dry with your morals, your threats, Christ, your
I am not he, nor master, nor lord, No crown to wear, no cross to bear in stations. I am not he, nor shall be, warlord of nations. These heroes have run
Maybe you think it's the new new wave, Well, when all it is is just another rave. Maybe it looks like the writing's on the wall, But you've seen it before
They're telling you to do it, Grow up and tow the line, They tell you if you do it, Everything will turn out fine. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a wonderful
