Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's underpants   She's been there for eight years cooking up her plan   To make the uk like big brother usa   Where selfmade men run everything and this is what they say   "once upon a time, we had an idea   Mr big thought it was a damn good idea   Together we made the idea strong   And before too long they could do no wrong   As the idea grew, the number of poeple who dug our idea grew too   We had a graphic designed who know just what to do   He made it plain and simple, red, white, and blue"   Red is the blood of the butchered indians   White is anglo-american apartheid   Blue is the "gee, I'll die for my country" mentality   That made it all possible   Our history, made from other people's misery   Our history, built on other people's poverty   A present, the world into which we were born   I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest thing in the world today?    It's the myth that men are big, that includes us lads   The myth that we've got a rocket down our pants   When I was ten years old I was bought and sold   On films, tv, books, and comics pushing myths about mr. big   Rock it!   "to be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a wapping great wanger. the bigger it is, the bigger you are, and you gotta use it!"   Mr big's the bigger it is the more power it packs   Mr. big's shiny prick nuclear dick   How do we measure up to it?    At the age of twelve I thought to myself,   "it's gonna grow"   For the next seven years I kept a check of things down below   It didn't grow   Now look at me on the front of this record   Admittedly it's not erect   But even allowing for exaggeration there's no comparison with   This microphone, sylvester stallone   Electric guitars, sports cars   Errol flynn, jimmy hill's chin   Stars and stripes and rubber pipes   F-111 bombers and the contras   Post office tower penis power   Muscles and sweat cigarettes   Ronald reagan's smile cruise missiles   Fourteen, fifteen, going on sixteen   No growth down below if you know what I mean   I kept it very quiet, I felt a lot embarrassed   I didn't like going in public toilets   At school I skipped showers   The state separatism of an all-boys school   I couldn't relate to girls, there were different rules   I just wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress   They did right not to like it, 'cause women are not fuckin' objects   Like with anything else which we keep to ourselves   We end up taking it out on somebody else   It becomes a big thing without being big at all   I felt very inadequate, confused, and small   We hide our feelings, our flesh and our blood   Start putting out mr. tough   To be larger than life, more than just flesh and blood   Like the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in pubs   We pretend it doesn't hurt as we beat each other up   In our confusion we want to be more than flesh and blood   Like the good guys on tv, we pretend to have no feelings   It's easier to avoid the emotional scenes   So when it comes to our lives we do not see who we're hurting   Like the good guys on tv we don't know our own feelings   All I needed was demystification   And it's as simple as this   We're flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less   Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less   Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less   Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less   I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the world today?    Us losing sight of feeling reality, instead, putting our faith in democracy   Churchill died in 1965, but God and country survived   As a lad I was full of it, it took me twenty years to see through it   The state freedom which keeps us in our place   Which keeps us blind to how governments operate   And gives us war to cover our insignificance   And gives thatcher what she wanted   A vote of thanks, victory for britain, oppression with a smile   Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the jack again over port stanley   Young growing lads are watching every move   To see how they measure up   Growing up confused, like I did   'cause their minds are being messed up   The pretending becomes the reality as we turn out the lights   Turn on the power and fuck the consequences   The reality of rape and violence   From the bedrooms to the backstreets   And the mass-manufactured murder   From the boardrooms to the battlefields   The reality of their freedom   Behind the smiles, the lies, the celebrations   The price of trying to forget ourselves   Trying to hide but still being racked with pain   Such is the life they would have us lead   To kill or be killed for their idea   Where's the freedom, I ask, in being told what to do?    And living in constant fear?    If we're ever gonna change this thing   We've got to try and find a way from within   Within our heads, amidst our own confusion there must be something   Something real, a feeling which is not for sale   Which they can't drown   A love for each other, and a will to resist the people who will try to keep us down   Like northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya   The free world penis power intervention is so similar   Where flesh and blood and feeling people   Fighting for their lives, trying to resist   Are tortured and killed by democracies and labelled terrorists   Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less   Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less   Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less   Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less   Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less   Peoplekind just trying to find some sense in all of this mess   Something real, a feeling which will never be for sale   A love for each other, a will to resist those who will build our prison walls   Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less   (repeat and fade)