And if I went for a walk I'd get my head kicked in Cos looking like a punk is some fucking sin All this boredom, all this drink All the times I've tried
I need first aid can't you see? I'm cut up bad you can't recognize me Got a couple of bullets in my leg And your morphine shit going through my head
I'm not a machine made of plastic parts I got a brain but I ain't got a heart Ain't got a name I been dead for years But now I'm alive with my new ideas
Joe Public in an overcoat A smile on his face and his fingers down your throat Making you stick with his victory salute Vs up for England or does he
and categorize to keep ourselves divided We are all individuals not the images provided [Chorus] Labels are a subtle way of keeping us in line Divided by conformity we waste away our time
Nobody says anything on buses And it's not the noise the engine makes You can watch them all staring nervous Sit at the back it's the safest place People
boring She gets sad and so depressed Hears her doctor smugly tell her "Take these pills and get some rest" But she takes it one step further Parents rescue her in time
When the bomb drops I'll be a bank holiday Everybody happy in their tents and caravans Everybody happy in their ignorance and apathy Nobody realises
When the people of the country have forgotten how to disagree And the national economy is said to be OK And the wages that you get will help you to forget
In the silence of a grave In the word's of someone's hero A blue television screen Words don't mean anything In this word factory Replacement parts are
played the whole thing down Said there was nothing to worry about The rats have all gone underground But we'll be back again next time round
It's getting out of hand, they don't understand They never ever will, they never ever can Don't wanna live if I can't be free The system kills but it
