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
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