You have this life, what for? Tell me

Spend it on shit, your ignorance appals me

You serve me your morals, changed for a fiver

Upright citizen, Penthouse subscriber

You won't print the word, but you'll beat up the wife

In your ignorant, arrogant, terminal life

You have this life, you deprive me of mine

With your twisted, imbalanced idea of sin

That revolves around money; how much are you bought for?

A tenner, a fiver, is that what you're caught for?

I'm sick of your pride, you think you can rule me

With crappy judgement from your respectable majority

Majority of what? You self oppressed idiot

I'm not going to carry you, I'm no compatriot

How many times do I excuse and forgive

The damage inflicted by the way that you live?

I hold my vision against your oppression

Your final defence, your only possession

I'll show you the blood, but you'll still point the gun

If the money's enough, or can you show you're a man?

To your submissive wife, desperate whore

Home loving, mothering, stifling bore

You have this life, you twist and abuse it

Morals and money and media controls it

Can't you see the dead children, blood in the street?

Every fist that you raise is a corpse at your feet

Every time you are bought, I don't care the amount

You are the rapist, dealing in death count

And you do this with mercenary morals, you shit

Oh, you've been told about dignity down in the pit

Respectable working man, honourable wife?

A waste of energy and an insult to life