susan finished school at 16 wants to be a secretary 2 years later she's got nowhere ends up in a factory making matches it's so boring she gets sad and
Don't ask the people what the people think They've got no opinion but they still think we stink The great British public, the great majority The safe
You, you're driving me insane But you know there's something wrong with my brain My head is really in a whirl Where you look just like a normal girl
When the bomb drops I'll be a bank holiday everybody happy in their tents andcaravans everybody happy in their ignorance and apathy nobody realises until
Oh my god it's raining again And a 7-year-old anarchist i My Subs LP is still brand-new But what does it matter? There's nothing I can do Great big
There's a hole at the bottom of the earth Where the blood pours out at the end of the day When the usual amount of people have died Sit back and watch
No I don't believe in Jesus Christ My mother died of cancer when I was 5 No I don't believe in religion I was forced to go to church, I wasn't told
All is quiet all is dead The city has melted The sound has penetrated Through our heads The world has ended the gas is gone It killed the people
Ashtray dirt Your lungs have got a dirty stain All you feel's a cancer pain Fingers turned a sticky yellow color Every one fag is less one hour of
I put on my clothes, They make me look dull, I dont think about it, I dont think at all, I dress high class, It makes me look high paid, You know I'll
Our society what a drag Another nervous breakdown another fag You can t get to sleep cos you lost your pills And the protein tablets make you ill Our
Flowers that decay on the graves that are fresh The problem got buried alongside the flesh The contamination of body and soul By nuclear waste dumped
We are all controlled by reinforcement or rules Passed by those who are merely the tools of a system Where achievement is based on deceit of the masses
Okay let's start at the beginning When fishes roamed the sea They swam around before anything else In ten million years B.C. Then one day they decided
A combination of work and rest Keeps your head in a total mess Just like we're all supposed to be A part of this sick society Where they give you a rest
[Chorus:] So much money where does it all come from? We re paying for democracy never mind the bomb So much money what does it do? It puts them in power
Sick of all these dumb solutions Why not tell me something new? I've been hearing so much bullshit It's impossible to tell the truth How can they preach
What's your number? What's your name? What's your status? What's your game? Down the station come with me All you punks you're all the same What's your
