Here comes the hero At temperature zero Warming his hands on the crowd He says "now that I've changed I'm exactly the same" But nobody hears cos the cheering
Guilty conscience stews away in the kitchen Knock at the door it s the next door neighbour Farming is a living killing is a crime Where do the meat men
The government are real good to us They crowd in their shelters and let us die The nuclear holocaust won't last long White turns to black in the sky [
Peroxide girl with a false ID Lost and lonely she can t see Peroxide hair and burnt out eyes Blinded by so many lies [Chorus:] Peroxide! Peroxide! Because
Who's gonna fight? Who thinks it right? The threat of war is a passing phase Try telling that to a waiting grave They say the bunkers will be safe They
In the lounge of class distinction Rank and number neatly sprawled In the luxury of income Sat the new boy feeling cold Sat there thinking "Where's the
Do you believe in the afterlife Termination with a rusty knife Religious wars no reason why What a glorious way to die In the name of God they left you
call me punk cos I wear a leather jacket call me a hippy cos I believe in love and peace call me an idealist cos of songs like this one you can call me
Oh what a great experience My house is full of deviants My Dad is going mad downstairs My brother has just died his hair [Chorus:] We got punks and drunks
I saw the advert on my TV screen Slimline girls and a tea machine Housewife proud of her shiny floor As if that's what she was living for The cat who
Reality isn't easy to define Like turning water into whine It's a dream of fact based on fiction Everything you do has it's restrictions Everyone has
What s your reason for existence? Do you believe in anything? Or does your lifestyle contradict The words you write the songs you sing? Are you happy
Drink, Sex, Cigarettes Ford Cortina household pets Bombs? War? Famine? Death? An apathetic public couldn t care less The Public watches ITV Reads The
Ever since they put you away Things haven t been quite the same They cut off all your lovely hair And gave you a brand new brain Sent you to university
Here comes the original businessman He smiles at you as he shakes your hand "Listen to me" - he's got a lot to say But you don't understand No, you don
Here we are in the big, big city Plenty of ways to spend your money Getting ripped off is a way of life Stick your money on a skin flint knife No,no,
Complicated words are stated Theories become outdated The innovation of your crime Is out of tune and out of No! No! I don t like it! What we gonna do
We react How we feel So we're told But who knows for certain these feelings are real? Like we read And we see All around Media telling us what to believe