Chorus: If they drop a bomb on us, we deserve it We know we got it coming, we deserve it got a comfy set up, they'll try and preserve it We had the warning, we can sit and observe it Sliding guidelines, cradle to the grave All the willing see that we behave Everybody they're there, see them all around of little people who'll put you in the ground Well, take a burning issue and it up your arse They've fucked you a furrowed brow Shitting glass Marching down the to demonstrate again While the men who plan the holocaust are pissed out of their Brain of pasty people, who'll bomb it all to You can be a victim or they'll let you try your Pass it on to others, it down the line Leave the in ruins, you know we've got the time Cop-outs for motives....Freudian analyst Come on, Mr Horror, do you make of this? find many people without their rationale Any concept to hang upon the wall Soldier's got his enemy, have got the state Family have sweet home, SS got red tape got his duty, priest has got his sin Everybody a hole, to drop somebody in Seeking out wisdom in the ironies of up subtleties, fiddling with the ties No-one decides for you, whether to or not You make an easy target if running on the spot Someone's been training, flexing muscles Getting in practice, irrelevant Given a march, or a quiet demo They wait the state put the finger on you through a frown, your humanity in rags Playing the till the sense of purpose sags They can deal with heroes, the bleeders run your head keeps the target from the gun No-one else decides for you, to or not You make an target if you're running on the spot