You can swear by who the fuck you like

But you're still on the roof

I'm not gonna change the system

They're not gonna change the system

We're not gonna change the system

Where does that leave you? Where does that leave me?

Jumping up and down to a bunch of tools

The organisation treat us like fools

They can't help it, they didn't make the rules

It's just the system again, BOLLOCKS

Bind us round with ignorance

Fit us up with a petty stance

Fill us up with cheap romance

Leave no option, no chance

What've they got? Fuck all? NO

What've they got? A swimming pool?

Where do you get it? Follow the rules

System, system, system

Keeping their fingers on the breaks

Down the ladders, up the snakes

Buy the band and call the tune, nah