Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Sheep farming in the Falklands
Chorus: If they drop a bomb on us, we fucking deserve it We know we got it coming, we fucking deserve it They got a comfy set up, they
Chorus: Beg the question, bend the truth Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof In the beginning they said there was light There
Anothers hope, anothers game Anothers loss, anothers gain Anothers lies, anothers truth Anothers doubt, anothers proof Anothers left, anothers right Anothers
I AM NO FEEBLE CHRIST/NOT ME/HE HANGS IN GLIB DELIGHT UPON HIS CROSS/ ABOVE MY BODY/LOWLY ME/CHRIST FORGIVE/FORGIVE?/HOLY HE/HE HOLY/HE HOLY/SHIT HE FORGIVES
...desire, desire, desire, desire, Desire, desire, desire, desire, Desire, desire, desire, desire, Describe, desire, defile, deny. Defile, desire, deny
Think I was born on this wretched earth for you to govern and kill? In your stinking factories and offices with your stupid systems and skills? Think
Tired bored sad people, tired bored sad lives Endless cars on endless roadways endless shopfronts with endless lies Even the winners, even the punters
We burn our mistakes and we watch as they burn. We've been here so long, we've got nothing to learn And we put all the nastiest bits in your media bag
They ask me why I'm hateful, why I'm bad They tell me I got things they never had They tell me go to church and see the light Cos the good lord's always
The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. Alone, the possibilities are enormous. Step outside
-D'ya know what I just realized? -Hm He ain't thick, its just a trick -Ya that's good -Hm -Should we uhh play the whole lot now? Their arms have been
I am no feeble Christ, not me He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, above my body Christ forgive, forgive? I vomit for you, Jesu, shit forgive Down
They're always there high in the skies... Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare Pretty as a picture in the generals' eyes Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki
We're looking for a better world, but what do we see? Just hatred, poverty, aggression, misery So much money spent on war When three quarters of the world
Chorus: Don't want a life of lies and pretence Don't want to play at attack and defense Just want my own life, I want to be free
Fuck is womens money We pay with our bodies There is no purity in our love, no beauty Just bribery, it's all the fucking same We make soldiers with our
Who needs lobotomy when we've got the ITV Who needs ECT when there's good old BBC? Switch on the set, light up the screen Fantasise and dream about what