I've seen it all before, revolution at my back door Well, whose to say it won't happen all again 'Cos the General's sip Bacardi While the privates feel
I am a product, I am a symbol of endless Hopeless, fruitless, aimless games I'm a glossy packages on the supermarket shelf My contents aren't fit for
Fuck is womens money We pay with our bodies There is no purity in our love, no beauty Just bribery, it's all the fucking same We make soldiers with our
You're paying for prisons, you're paying for war Paying for lobotomies, you're paying for law Paying for their order, paying for their murder Paying for
Do you really believe in Buddha? Buddha sucks Do you really believe in Jesus? Jesus fucks Chorus: Is it alright really? It is alright really?
The Angels are on T.V. tonight Grey puke, celluloid shit The army have sent a mission to Ireland Just to see to it Kojack is on the streets again Grey
Doesn't take much to bring you down There are plenty of people standing round Wait till you slacken off just a bit Then they fill you up with passive
I am no feeble Christ not me. He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, above my body. Christ forgive. FORGIVE? I vomit for you Jesu. Shit forgive. Down
toys? Fuck 'em, I chosen to make my stand, Against what I feel is wrong with this land. They just sit there on their overfed arses, Feeding off the sweat
One - Two - Three - Four Fuck the politically minded, here's something I want to say, About the state of nation, the way it treats us today. At school
I am a product. I am a symbol of endless, hopeless, fruitless, aimless games. I'm a glossy packages on the supermarket shelf. My contents aren't fit
The angels are on T.V. tonight, grey puke, celluloid shit. The army have sent a mission to Ireland, just to see to it. Kojac is on the streets again,
This country tells us that we're down and out, Got you thinking that we're through. Got to suffer to get us moving, Say it's up to me and you. Well,
Fight war, not wars. Fight war, not wars. Fight war, not wars. Fight war, not wars. Fight war, not wars. Fight war, not wars. Fight war, not wars. FIGHT
I've seen it all before, Revolution at my back door, Well whose to say it won't happen all again. Cos the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel
Yes that's right, punk is dead, It's just another cheap product for the consumers head. Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors, Schoolboy sedition backed
I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in
Not for me the factory floor, Sweeping up from nine to four. Not for me the silly rat race, I don't see the point in anycase. People ask me why I say
