Oh what a great experience. My house is full of deviants. My Dad is going mad downstairs. My brother has just died his hair. . Chorus:. We got punks and drunks.
A combination of work and rest. Keeps your head in a total mess. Just like we're all supposed to be. A part of this sick society. Where they give you a rest three weeks a year.
susan finished school at 16. wants to be a secretary. 2 years later she's got. nowhere. ends up in a factory. making matches it's so boring. she gets sad and.
And it all went quiet in the city. And the wind blew down the road. Someone cried out "Subvert". And the people all went cold. . Subvert, subvert, subvert, SUBVERT.
We are all controlled by reinforcement or rules. Passed by those who are merely the tools of a system. Where achievement is based on deceit of the masses.
Working class hero? No such thing. Put on your Martens. you still can't sing. No organised class, it's out of control. Your mates are so young, you feel so old.
Flowers that decay on the graves that are fresh. The problem got buried alongside the flesh. The contamination of body and soul. By nuclear waste dumped along time ago.
She sits here drinking. What does the fiction represent?. The TV Scandal. Can make her break out in a sweat. She watches it to make her feel part. Of something she never was.
Our society what a drag. Another nervous breakdown another fag. You can t get to sleep cos you lost your pills. And the protein tablets make you ill. .
[Chorus:]. So much money where does it all come from?. We re paying for democracy never mind the bomb. So much money what does it do?. It puts them in power where they shit on you.
I put on my clothes,. They make me look dull,. I dont think about it,. I dont think at all,. I dress high class,. It makes me look high paid,. You know I'll do it baby cause I wanna get laid..
Do you believe in the afterlife. Termination with a rusty knife. Religious wars no reason why. What a glorious way to die. . In the name of God they left you to die.
What s your reason for existence?. Do you believe in anything?. Or does your lifestyle contradict. The words you write the songs you sing?. . Are you happy in your work.
Reality isn't easy to define. Like turning water into whine. It's a dream of fact based on fiction. Everything you do has it's restrictions. Everyone has their own definition.
a sense of enterprise is here. the attitudes that conquer fear. stabilitytogtherness. the feeling cannot be supressed. hand in hand we had our say. united.
Well it's dark outside. And it's raining. And the atmosphere. Is like it always has been. Thoughts of revolution. How and why?. Just pass on by. Glood and depression.
A passing stranger dressed in black. With slogans painted on his back. Turned and stared and laughed and carried on. Another came and did the same. At first they made me feel ashamed.
Guilty conscience stews away in the kitchen. Knock at the door it s the next door neighbour. Farming is a living killing is a crime. Where do the meat men draw the line?.
Peroxide girl with a false ID. Lost and lonely she can t see. Peroxide hair and burnt out eyes. Blinded by so many lies. . [Chorus:]. Peroxide! Peroxide!.
People Are Scared. by Subhumans (UK). from the album "Time Flies... But Aeroplanes Crash". [*A Note on the Use of Slang.... The term "fag" in the first verse does NOT, I repeat,.