like lambs to the slaughter   you'll follow on to an early grave   'cos no more sons and daughters   are gonna live to see old age      they hold your future   in the palms of their hands   no hold on your future   'cos they don't understand   we ain't got a future   in our father land   we can't see a future   'cos there isn't one planned      dole queues are on the rise again   prison cells hold a football crowd   i don't want none of your education   i don't need brains to think out loud      can't you even help yourselves   don't you know what's going on   or don't you wanna help yourselves   from now on trust no one