My ears are filled with a deafening roar A howling wind and the temperature soars The houses crack the city falls A deadly dust brings death to all IN
Third world countries starved of nutrition. Look to the west to end their starvation. Skeleton framed figures of what was children. Real relief for the
Went to a party and caught you fucking my mate Went to a party caught you in bed with my mate I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU I, I, I HATE YOU You
Twenty five quid to live on Seven days a week to survive Five and twenty pictures of the queen You won't see the starvation in her eyes Twenty five quid
Let me live my life my way Living it from day to day I'll do the things that I want to do It's up to me not up to you GO AWAY GO AWAY LEAVE ME ALONE
Friday night out with my mates Speeding out of my head chatting up some birds Then this guy started to pick a fight So he got a bottle across his face
No more idols no tine gods Defy their corruption and spike their cogs Rid your head of promised dreams Banish all their fiendish schemes NO MORE IDOLS
Monday morning you've got to sign on Down the dole the queue is long Just like zombies you wait your turn The more you declare the less you get BUT THEY