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
One day you're forced towards the steeple
You're living in the shadow of death
The lightnin

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
Now your suck in limbo
Like a music press bimbo
With your gold stretch limo
Hold reporters back at bay

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
You don't give a shit
'Cos you're never coming back

It's all a silly dream, it's lodge

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
You don't give a shit
'Cos you're never coming back

It's all a silly dream, it's lodged in you

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 You don't give a shit 'Co

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
They say wear bondage and a messy suit
You're just another dumb recruit
Don't know what we're gonna do
We just c

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
Pissed right up:
Cider, cider apple tree
Cider, cider I can't see
Now I'm going out

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 wil

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
But are condemned 'till the end of time, that man will fight
Condemned for all time are the super master race
They'l

Well I'm just sick and tired of talking on the phone
Sitting in your room conversing all alone
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talking about everybody else
But what you really rather do is talking about yourself, so

Don't talk to me, don't talk
Don't talk to me, don't talk
Don'

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
With us cows and chickens
We bides our time away
None of us will follow
Your stupid littl

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
Who live their life the same
Fashion you must change
To keep up with the trend <

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
Have killed the fucking hate
As far as I can see
Ecstasy killed the anarchy
Dancing a

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
You're a money-making bastard and another has been
Get off your ego trip and fuck-off the scene [x3]
I h

Hope you got a fuckin' headache
Hope you got it good
Hope you got a fuckin' headache
'Cos I always knew you should

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

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
No vote labour, no vote Tory
You don't know which one to choose
It doesn't matter, you'll always lose

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
They know it rots their souls
But now they find this very filling
And decide to sniff it all
T

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
Thatcher's policy, the right to rob
Government takes never gives
4 years on, nothing's achieved

Th

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