What's the difference between you and me. You got no mercy, you got no sympathy. Your soul is trapped and mine is free. That's the difference between you and me.
So this is Great Britain. And welcome aboard. A sinking ship that's full of shit. And someone nicked the oars. . With failing false economy. And anti-punk autonomy.
I can't stomach this variety. My plane is underneath my feet. And I'm tired of your commercial needs. . And I can't follow ideology. I'm proud of my attendancy.
I'm gonna pack up my troubles in my old kit-bag. I'm gonna run a mile from here. The ASBO generation make this a terror nation. Full of loathing and fear.
This story's a sad one, the sort that you hear all the time. But this time I'll bore you with details and open your mind. It's the tale of a young girl who once was the talk of the town.
When I was one, my papa dropped me on my head. And some damage was done. Around the bend and out of my tree. Not how I was meant to be. . I don't know where went all my sense.
Another night out, another girl on the scene. Tart with a heart, you know the kind I mean. Tell me why it is they all study art. Underage and overdressed, I can't tell them apart.