Whatcha Trying To Say That Haven't Tried To Say Before


You're Just Another Red Balloon With A Lot Of Hot Gass


Why Don't You Fuck Off?


And You Think You've Got It Worked Out


And You Think You've Got It Made


And You Trying To Play The Hero


But You Never Walk Home In The Dark





I Think It's Time For Truth


And The Truth Is You've Lost Uncle Jimmy


Admit Your Failure And Decline With Honour While You Can


And You Think You've Got It Sussed Out


And You Think That We're Brain Washed


And You're Trying For A Police State


So You Can Rule Our Body And Minds





What Ever Happend To The Great Empire?


You Bastards Haved Turned It Into Manure


Time For The Young To Stick Together Now





I Bet You Sleep At Night With Silk Sheets And A Clean Mind


While Killers Roam The Streets In Numbers Dressed In Blue





And You're Trying To Hide It From Us


But You Know What I Mean


Bring Forward Those Six Pigs


We Wanna See Them Swing Sod High