Chorus: If they drop a bomb on us, we deserve it We know we got it coming, we fucking it They got a comfy set up, they'll try and it We had the early warning, we can sit and it Sliding guidelines, cradle to the grave All the willing saviours see we behave Everybody knows there, see them all around Lots of little people who'll put you in the Well, take a burning issue and stuff it up arse They've you with a furrowed brow Shitting broken Marching down the 'dilly to again the men who plan the holocaust are pissed out of their brain Brain of pasty people, bomb it all to fuck You can be a or they'll let you try your luck it on to others, ship it down the line Leave the world in ruins, you we've got the time Cop-outs look for motives....Freudian on, Mr Horror, what do you make of this? Won't 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 MP's got his duty, 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 else decides for you, to or not You make an easy target if you're on the spot Someone's been training, their muscles Getting in practice, irrelevant a march, or a quiet Sunday demo They wait the state put the finger on you Peeping a frown, your humanity in rags Playing the loser till the of purpose sags They can deal heroes, watch the bleeders run Only your head the target from the gun No-one else for you, whether to or not You make an target if you're running on the spot