They're using skateboards as spastic chairs  For the legless fuckers who fought your affairs  They're moulding babies' dummies with a permanent smile  Keep the bleeders early in rank and file  They're giving you a chance to be a plastic wrap  Around the doggies' meat can full of fucking crap  They're making little dollies, they tell you "it's a boy"  Baby brother tender love to bring you lots of joy  They're making plastic families, all neighbourly folk  So she can dress and wash them, what a fucking joke  Teaching little johnny to shoot a gun  "A terrific way", say father, "to get to know your son"  Spare parts, body parts, I'm somebody  Ever seen the legs and arms of some poor squaddy?  Signs in the food stores, advertising meat  Beef blade, chuck roast, last you all the week  They're telling you you like it, you're saying that you do  They don't have to force it and tell you how to chew  You swallow it whole, without a fucking squeak  Sitting there quietly up they creep  You think you're fucking different, you think it's you and them  If they asked you a question, you'd ask them when  You think you're hard done by, but you just want the same  Chicken thighs, human thighs, it's all the same old game  Well, you made the choice, money, sex and crime  Tight little egos asking for the time  Well I ain't got it, you can sit in your pit  Middle class, working class, it's all a load of shit