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'll try and preserve it

We had the early warning, we can sit and observe it



Sliding down guidelines, cradle to the grave

All the willing saviours see that we behave

Everybody knows they're there, see them all around

Lots of little people who'll put you in the ground

Well, take a burning issue and stuff it up your arse

They've fucked you with a furrowed brow

Shitting broken glass

Marching down the 'dilly to demonstrate again

While the men who plan the holocaust are pissed out of their brain

Brain of pasty people, who'll bomb it all to fuck

You can be a victim or they'll let you try your luck

Pass it on to others, ship it down the line

Leave the world in ruins, you know we've got the time



Chorus



Cop-outs look for motives....Freudian analyst

Come on, Mr Horror, what do you make of this?

Won't find many people without their rationale

Any handy concept to hang upon the wall

Soldier's got his enemy, police have got the state

Family have home sweet home, SS got red tape

MP's got his duty, priest has got his sin

Everybody finds a hole, to drop somebody in

Seeking out wisdom in the ironies of life

Weight up subtleties, fiddling with the ties

No-one else decides for you, whether to or not

You make an easy target if you're running on the spot



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Someone's been training, flexing their muscles

Getting in practice, irrelevant tussles

Given a march, or a quiet Sunday demo

They wait till the state put the finger on you



Peeping through a frown, your humanity in rags

Playing the loser till the sense of purpose sags

They can deal with heroes, watch the bleeders run

Only your head keeps the target from the gun

No-one else decides for you, whether to or not

You make an easy target if you're running on the spot