When things go wrong, as they sometimes will When the road you're walking seems all uphill When the cost of living leaves you wondering why You'd like
It's hard to understand how far people are willing to go In order to keep the city "clean" They call "them" off as useless waste, the drunks, the junks
In the name of progress hey tell me what it means Does it include the countries raped and the people you've enslaved? Cheap labour good labour poor labour
You and me, we've got a lot of work to do But a great wall of power is crossing our path In this uphill struggle, yes, uphill struggle We must keep our
Based on inheritance we subscribe to old traditions These traditions don't include compassion these traditions don't include equality Based on ignorance
The bourgeois conception of democracy Is limited to the political life Party politics, parliamentary or not The representatives will act beyond their
I see they're building havens for the ones Who don't wanna live next to us A splendid separation of us The lower class and the wealthy scum THEY'RE DESIGNING
Sometimes I feel I can't see my own actions I reach inside and feel my spirit sinking I turn around and see the unknown faces I listen but I can't hear
Goodbye, I resign I failed to fit into your adult world I know I gave up and I let you down I tried to grab the carrot but I stumbled and fell Goodbye
Traditions tells us to stand in line and be good citizens, to take pride in our loyalty go through life with a sense of duty and a sense of accomplishment
Oppression as they wash their hands in their own incapacity first we gave them our colours but now we kick them back to a life of oppression And just
One bite of your world is enough to spit it out One bite is enough to make me sick First I despised you now I pity you You're truly a slave to what you
I'm not afraid no more These walls we've built it's about time we tear them down These walls are only there to separate what is unity worth when there
Time is running out for you just like the even flow of your own lies Time was never on your side but you were too self-righteous to even notice Your
[Originally by Billy Bragg] I've always been impressed with a girl Who could sing for her supper and get breakfast as well That's the way I am heaven
Even though you will never understand it seems like your definition of punk is in the bottle in your hand All I see in your "alternative lifestyle" is
What can I say, what can I do, I'm not in need of something new. The way things are seems fine to me. I am a first class Don Juan, no second best, just
Somewhere inside your empty head you think you're working-class but you corrupt the whole idea with your "white aryan pride" Solidarity to you, the word