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No Security
All wrapped up in your cozy world. Watch TV out in the cold. Switch the channel, stop and stare. About the dole, you don't care. Think you're secure in your boring job.
Mentally Insane
The glueheads walk with spaced out heads. Their eyes are open wide. The zombie walk that they have learnt. Has now got to their minds. They save to buy a pot of glue.
Leech
Politicians one after one. Creating havoc and having fun. Pulling our lives to bits and pieces. Sucking and crawling like common leeches. Vote for me, I'm SDP.
Indecision
Can't think what to think. Can't think what to say. Can't seem to live my life. From now or day to day. No, yes:.etc.. Now I'm going mad. At all the fun I've had.
Hope You Got A Fuckin' Headache
Hope you got a fuckin' headache. Hope you got it good. Hope you got a fuckin' headache. 'Cos I always knew you should.
Head On A Pole
I'm tired of the chatter and bullshit you talk. Signing contracts in a very big way. Give me a knife, I'll show you where I'll stick it. In your throat, make no joke.
Happy Spastic
Swallow the energy pill. Just to have a good time. Harmony in the head. Feeling so fine. Nothing really matters. Got nothing to create. When this peace and love drugs.
Gob On You
I live on the fourteenth floor. Of a tower block, and when I get bored. I call 'cooee' to the passers-by. And when they look up I gob in their eye. . Gob on you and your way of life.
O Maybe I
Oh maybe I. Should settle down to the quiet life. Or maybe I. Should chance it all on a perfect night. . Can't you see that sounds cynical?. These desicions, they're made with the hate.
Fashion Change
Spending money you have saved. Working all your life. Give it to the people. Who control boring life. Living without living. Fashion you must change. To be in with the in-crowd.
Farmyard
You can stuff you're oi! For boneheads. Stick it up your arse. We don't want all your rubbish. We're not working class. We lives 'ere on our farm. Working all the day.
Depression
On tele, police are murdered, demonstrators are just killed. Why two different words for the blood that's spilled?. In this struggle, you decide who's right.
Courier
Take a trip abroad if you're poor or bored. There's money if you can be bought. Live in a trance, swallow one by one. And hope the customs will not pounce.
Cider I Up Landlord
I likes to go down the pub every other day. On my marry way for a bottle of "K". Propping up the bar, sipping down me pint. Won't be very long before we're pissed right up tonight.
Chaos
Don't want to be your fucking hero. Don't want to be your fucking star. They use your money and exploit your name. Using people is the name of the game.
Place For Our Sins
--- Verse ---. There's a place where nothing used to be. we created in time, you and me. a basement, a refuge where we met. where the moon shines directly on your bed.
Back To Scool
Back to school in Woolworth's clothes. Now your mummy's dream. Right inside her price range. But not everything you seem. Now you are with Satan. In the gates, all in black.
A Swindle
You can't believe how you make me feel. Hypocrite's fingers runnin on the till. Once upon a time you had something to say. Well, go ahead punk, come make my day.
A Month Of Sundays
A month of Sundays, law enforced. The church's new torture is now enforced. A month of church every day. Is what they want without delay. . Backed by troops, hated by people.
Por El Suelo
Por el suelo hay una compadrita. que ya nadie se para a mirar. por el suelo hay una mamacita. que se muere de no respetar. Patchamama te veo tan triste.
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