I'm a truly viscous fiend I'm feeding in the slumsI
So, this centre of the worldIs it the place that
sMen in black with decent tieTalking bollocks, telling liesActing important,
Constable cockneyDon't take us inDespite we're from abroad We believe
It’s a mirage along the tracksrusted machinery, all radio’s deadTwisted
Society can't bare insult so blame the people on the
Stop hating this isolation, the walls are breaking….Light the fireStop
No comments about the everlastingNo apologies about the answerNo remorse
The world is a loo, we're drifting in the waterKeeping
Drive your car to your job, Forgotten days when your
Noise control and politiciansThe underground will not be wastedvandalism ,
The eighties are now in the past, they fought their
Into the soil, into the skyInto the soil from which
Peace fighters fill the empty hallsPreaching a truce to break
Are they worth anything and do they mean a lotMoving
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