World stock market built on trust
One lying bastard and the thing goes bust
Selling each other's stocks and shares
Real green cash for he who cares
Selling a dream, selling a scheme
What is that to build a country on?
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
It's all going wrong
Me, I don't belong
Crippled by my mind
For something I can't find
Something I can't be
Is it really me?
One day I'll pull through
I'll come back to you
And what will I say
Then what will I say?
Yes, yes, yes, yes: yes!
Give a man a uniform
He'll give you a hard time
Educate you about AIDS
The new moralistic crime
Things they never dreamed of
When they were a youth
No drink, no drugs, no women
And always tell the absolute goddamn truth
Goddamn truth!
Uniform choice!
Things were really different
In those far gone days
No punk, bloody murderers,
Revolutionaries or gays
People always knew
Their own place in life
To stay at home, have some kids
And fuck their fucking wife
Can't pay tax
Won't pay tax
No poll tax
-Cos we're all skint
-We're on the dole
-Cos they don't care
-The future is grim
It's pretty simple, no poll tax
When you hear the news
What makes you think?
Do you make your own views,
Do you look for the link?
Does it really matter what you say?
Will it really matter at the end of the day?
You like to think we think
We like to think you think
Think we think
Think you think
We're gonna get older
Quicker some day
But does it have to shape
What you say?
What you think
Or what you do
Is it really ever
Gonna matter to you?
Will it really matter
At the end of the day?
What you think
What you think or do or say?
Look out of my window
What do I see?
A spawny-eyed omelette fish
Looking at me
Nicholas:Nicholas
There comes a time when you got to choose
The way of life or a change of views
To turn around and walk away
A misconception made everyday
People seem to come and go
If only we could let you know
Your change of direction, it makes me sad
Why do you want more than you've ever had?
Whirlwind holocaust
A bomb noise
Core long hair
And a beer with the boys
Within the scene is all you need
What's the point of fame and greed?
Scum are people, you've become one
There's a limit to being number one
Media coverage on a massive scale
Your way of life's been shot to hell
Full colour pictures in raw and kerrang!
Life's a bowl of cherries, being a hardcore fan
A designer institution, I've seen it all before
A music scene as interesting as 1974
Bring back David Bowie, Mark Bolan and T-Rex
Gary Glitter comebacks and Tony Alva decks
So grow up all you wankers, the fight goes ever on
Any fucking bastard can write a political song
Everyday you're getting older with money on your mind
You're feeling lost and lonely and being left behind
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
Hide the beads of sweat for the pittance that you get
To make the "big man" rich
You think it's only dope, but will you ever cope
When you find he's made a switch
It's not for you, but for a man you'll never see
For all the money he's making on the cut
For something you will never be
All of the stuff that's lying in your gut
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