can Doesn't do it for herself, she does it for her man And meanwhile he's out hunting, this master of the hunt Cruising down the high street in his endless search for
, love and moral truth War in your bedroom, bodies in your fridge Domestic violence, the tomb you dig Rules for survival, rules that they wrote Thinking it's your freedom when it
, forget about the rest They tell you to be grateful for what they've done to you Like tell you the conditions and pump it into you That you really mustn
just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame Steven Jones, you're napalm If you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm? Patti Smith, you're napalm, your write
To be owned, cherished, to be fucked for the naming The public are shocked by the state of society But as for you, you're a breath of purity Well don
What do you want? What do you want? I don't want it, you can take it back I don't want to face another attack Shits all running round looking for a crack
whores Let me warn you of their cold sensitivity They'll have you gathered in a trap of glass Is your reflection all the you will recognise? That cruel
demands Big hands etc.. They'll let you past a couple of times Big hands etc.. You think you're getting somewhere, you're fucking blind Big hands etc.. This structures stretches, it'll
we'll soon have you up and walking" Took the prison for a stronghold Took the lies for a love-song Paid for life on a shoestring Waiting for the last
head do you think they're holding it over? FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. FIRE. Chorus: They can't wait to use it They can't wait to use it
you? You say you want to be yourself By christ do you think they'll let you? The're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you Hello
They sell us love as divinity When it's only a social obscenity Underneath they're all lovable Chorus: Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hello hello