(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)So the concept is this, spaceWe gonna walk on this nationWe gonna walk on this racist power structureAnd we gonna take on the whole damn government"Stick 'em up, motherfucker,This is a hold up,We come for what's ours"Obedience to the law is free desireUnder curfew from sharp neon barbed wireWasting away this country, wearing like a born deadFree heroin shots for those who will no longer begSpectators of suicideExploding in society's eyeSpitting glass from our mouthsDying like yesterdayThe only free choice is the refusal to payLife reduced to suicidal comfortingCigarette death, it's sucklingChoked on the same lines that we've all saidSpectators of suicideExploding in society's eyeSpitting glass from our mouthsDying like yesterdayYou're gonna shoot us dead with the words we sayYou're gonna shoot us dead with the words we sayYou're gonna shoot us dead with the words we sayYou're gonna shoot us dead with the words we say(c) 1991 Copyright Control