System, system, system - death in life

System, system, system - the surgeons knife

System, system, system - hacking at the cord

System, system, system - a child is born



Poor little fucker, poor little kid

Never asked for life, no she never did

Poor little baby, poor little mite

Crying out for food as her parents fight (x2)



System, system, system - send him to school

System, system, system - force him to crawl

System, system, system - teach him how to cheat

System, system, system - kick him off his feet



Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad

They'll pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad

Poor little kiddy, poor little chap

They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap

Force feed his mind with their useless crap



System, system, system - they'll teach her how to cook

System, system, system - they'll teach her how to look

System, system, system - they'll teach her all the tricks

System, system, system - create another victim for their

greasy pricks



Poor little girly, poor little wench

Another little object to prod and pinch

Poor little sweety, poor little filly

They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly

Fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly



System, system, system - he's grown to be a man

System, system, system - He's been taught to fit the plan

System, system, system - forty years of jobs

System, system, system - Pushing little buttons,

pulling little knobs



Poor fucking worker, poor little serf

Working like a mule for half of what he's worth

Poor fucking grafter, poor little gent

Working for the cash that he's already spent (x2)



He'll selling his life, she's his loyal wife

Timid as a mouse, she's got her little house

He's got his little car and they share the cocktail bar

She likes to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals

Sometimes he works til late so his supper has to wait

But she doesn't really mind cos he's getting overtime

He likes to put a bit away just for that rainy day

Cos every little counts when the cost of living mounts

They do the pools each week hoping for that lucky break

Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford

She'd really like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car

They could buy a bungalow, with a Georgian door for show

He might think of leaving work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk

He'd much prefer to stay and get his honest days pay

He's got a life of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead

She's tried to make it nice, he's said thankyou once or twice



System, system, system - deprived of any hope

System, system, system - taught they couldn't cope

System, system, system - slaves right from the start

System, system, system - til death do them part



Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair

Had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care

Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks

Victims of the system and its cruel jokes (x2)



The couple views the wreckage and dreams of home sweet home

They'd almost paid their mortgage when the system dropped its bomb