Chorus: If they drop a bomb on us, we fucking it We know we got it coming, we deserve it They got a comfy set up, they'll try and it We had the warning, we can sit and observe it Sliding down guidelines, to the grave All the saviours see that we behave Everybody knows they're there, see them all Lots of people who'll put you in the ground Well, take a burning and stuff it up your arse fucked you with a furrowed brow Shitting glass Marching down the to demonstrate again While the men who plan the holocaust are out of their brain of pasty people, who'll bomb it all to fuck You can be a or they'll let you try your luck Pass it on to others, ship it down the Leave the world in ruins, you know we've got the Cop-outs for motives....Freudian analyst Come on, Mr Horror, what do you of this? find many people without their rationale Any handy to hang upon the wall got his enemy, police have got the state Family home sweet home, SS got red tape got his duty, priest has got his sin Everybody finds a hole, to drop in Seeking out in the ironies of life Weight up subtleties, with the ties No-one else decides for you, to or not You an easy target if you're running on the spot Someone's training, flexing their muscles in practice, irrelevant tussles Given a march, or a quiet Sunday They wait the state put the finger on you Peeping a frown, your humanity in rags the loser till the sense of purpose sags They can with heroes, watch the bleeders run Only your head the target from the gun No-one else decides for you, to or not You make an easy target if you're running on the