Chorus: If they a bomb on us, we fucking deserve it We we got it coming, we fucking deserve it They got a set up, they'll try and preserve it We had the early warning, we can sit and it down guidelines, cradle to the grave All the willing saviours see that we Everybody knows they're there, see all around Lots of little people put you in the ground Well, take a burning and stuff it up your arse fucked you with a furrowed brow Shitting broken Marching down the 'dilly to again While the men who plan the are pissed out of their brain Brain of pasty people, who'll it all to fuck You can be a victim or they'll let you try luck it on to others, ship it down the line Leave the world in ruins, you know got the time Cop-outs look for motives....Freudian on, Mr Horror, what do you make of this? Won't find many without their rationale Any handy concept to hang 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 wisdom in the ironies of up subtleties, fiddling with the ties No-one decides for you, whether to or not You make an target if you're running on the spot Someone's been training, flexing their in practice, irrelevant tussles Given a march, or a Sunday demo They till the state put the finger on you Peeping through a frown, humanity in rags Playing the loser till the sense of sags can deal with heroes, watch the bleeders run Only your head the target from the gun No-one decides for you, whether to or not You make an easy if you're running on the spot