Margaret thatcher lives in ronald underpants She's been there for years cooking up her plan To the uk like big brother usa Where selfmade men run and this is what they say "once upon a time, we had an Mr big thought it was a good idea Together we made the idea And before too long they could do no As the idea grew, the number of poeple who dug our grew too We had a graphic designed who know what to do He it plain and simple, red, white, and blue" Red is the of the butchered indians White is anglo-american Blue is the "gee, die for my country" mentality made it all possible Our history, made other people's misery Our history, built on people's poverty A present, the into which we were born I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest thing in the today? It's the myth men are big, that includes us lads The myth that got a rocket down our pants When I was ten years old I was bought and On films, tv, books, and comics pushing about mr. big it! "to be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a wapping wanger. the bigger it is, the bigger you are, and you gotta use it!" Mr big's the it is the more power it packs Mr. big's shiny nuclear dick How do we up to it? At the age of twelve I to myself, "it's grow" For the next seven years I kept a check of things down It grow Now look at me on the of this record Admittedly it's not But even allowing for exaggeration no comparison with This microphone, stallone Electric guitars, cars flynn, jimmy hill's chin Stars and and rubber pipes F-111 and the contras office tower penis power Muscles and sweat reagan's smile cruise missiles Fourteen, fifteen, on sixteen No growth down below if you know what I I it very quiet, I felt a lot embarrassed I didn't going in public toilets At school I skipped The separatism of an all-boys school I couldn't relate to girls, there were rules I just to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress They did right not to it, 'cause women are not fuckin' objects Like with anything which we keep to ourselves We end up it out on somebody else It becomes a big thing without big at all I very inadequate, confused, and small We hide our feelings, our and our blood Start out mr. tough To be than life, more than just flesh and blood Like the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in We pretend it doesn't hurt as we each other up In our confusion we want to be more than flesh and Like the good guys on tv, we pretend to no feelings It's to avoid the emotional scenes So when it to our lives we do not see who we're hurting Like the good guys on tv we don't know our own All I was demystification And as simple as this We're and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing and nothing less Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the world Us losing sight of feeling reality, instead, our faith in democracy Churchill died in 1965, but God and country As a lad I was of it, it took me twenty years to see through it The state which keeps us in our place Which keeps us blind to how governments And us war to cover our insignificance And gives thatcher she wanted A of thanks, victory for britain, oppression with a smile Everybody's happy, the jack's on the jack again over port stanley Young growing lads are watching every To see how measure up up confused, like I did 'cause minds are being messed up The pretending becomes the reality as we out the lights Turn on the and fuck the consequences The of rape and violence From the to the backstreets And the murder From the to the battlefields The reality of their Behind the smiles, the lies, the The price of trying to ourselves Trying to hide but still being with pain is the life they would have us lead To kill or be for their idea Where's the freedom, I ask, in being told to do? And living in fear? If we're ever gonna this thing We've got to try and find a way from Within our heads, our own confusion there must be something Something real, a feeling which is not for Which they can't A love for each other, and a will to resist the people who will try to us down northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya The free penis power intervention is so similar flesh and blood and feeling people Fighting for their lives, trying to Are tortured and killed by democracies and labelled Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less Flesh and blood and feelings, more and nothing less Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and less Peoplekind just trying to find some in all of this mess Something real, a feeling which will be for sale A love for each other, a will to those who will build our prison walls Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing (repeat and fade)