Monday morning you've got to sign on Down the dole the queue is long Just like zombies you wait your turn The more you declare the less you get. . BUT THEY TREAT YOU LIKE SHIT [x2].
Guns go off around my head. As I fall over the fallen dead. Cordite fumes that sting my eyes. The infantry's always the first to die. . Who is right, who is wrong?.
No more idols no tine gods Defy their corruption and spike their cogs Rid your head of promised dreams Banish all their fiendish schemes. . NO MORE IDOLS NO TINE GODS.
Twenty five quid to live on Seven days a week to survive Five and twenty pictures of the queen You won't see the starvation in her eyes Twenty five quid to dish out And you're already ten in debt So with fifteen singles left over The landlord gets the rent.
Lets start a war said maggie one day. With the unemployed masses we'll just do away. They won't mind, like sheep they'll go. They won't suss us, they'll never know.
third world countries starved of nutrition look to the west to end their. starvation skeleton figures of what was children real relief for the. sickly. Thats right push your tea tray away from you the fact of real.
Panic, all hell breaks loose. A battered body screams abuse. A plastic bullet ends his youth. A motherless son turns and pukes. . Chorus:. Behind closed curtains.