Words that taunt, a face that sneers Is it envy or is it fear? What gives you the right to criticise? When you lead such useless lives Upright citizen
Stumbling through the rubble My head's in a spin I hear them fighting The war that no one can win I'm too young to die Too late to live As politicians
Revolution in your kitchen Revolution in your mind You can stick your revolution I'm no better than your kind Living on dreams Living on dreams Living
A gang outsde the chemsts restless in the night Conversation turns to the war they have to fight Worried passers by too old to understand How k ds in
Princess Paranoia never had no friends just enemies to drive her to a bitter end So she played a little game of lets pretend Where she can be the tragic
Marketing new miracles to keep us off the streets Some fall by the wayside uninvited to the feast Welcome home the vulture men to pick the bodies clean
Have you heard about the new religion? Wake up sleeping citizens! Stand up with the rebellion Subversion's back again Spikey hair brought into the main
Part time, small time Biggest con of all time All the poseurs and the flakes Small time, part time Making it no show time All the wankers and the fakes
Twisted violence in a saville row suit Real extremists want you to conform Dressed for the public, who's he gonna prosecute? While the government terrorists
A new inquiry Despair Diaries The evidence will be ignored They operate above the law Voice of the people, they ain't gonna listen A million letters
Circles, ever decreasing circles Ninth circle of hell noose tightens round my neck Closed in, closing the lid i'm closed in Tighter, tighter fight for
Its the story of my life Paralysed in the head lights Looking out from the inside Same old story of my life The throbbing hangover of all of the years
Everybody's telling me You can't do that you can't Face up to reality You can't do that you can't Everybody's down on me Spreading round the misery You
Brand new soldier, naive martyr Far from home, in the sun, in the sun Life's non-starter, you need the dollar They're gonna arm you, with a gun or a bomb
I'm coming at you through the sound barrier Yeah I'm still one of the few Your number's up, you're a low life liar It's all over for you I'm a spitfire
Disgusted of weybridge says "string 'em up by the balls, Hanging is too good for them Torture and kill 'em all" Outraged of chesire says "blame the single
They'll tell you now you're old enough You should settle down They'll take away your dignity So you'll always face the ground Stand strong stand proud