It doesn't really matter What you've got to say They never fucking listen To you any way [Chorus] So fuck the system You can bring it down So
Fuck a Mod Fuck a Mod Fuck a Mod today How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until his dead Kick him in the head Beat him in the balls Jump up on his head
Listen to the sound of the soldiers dancing Armageddon time on the firing line Don't know what they're doing Looks like trundles brewing Wonder bar, Auf
Heard you talking on the phone As I waited at the door You told me it was just a friend Now i know the fucking score [Chorus] You're just a fucking liar
There really is nothing nice about USA You go to the hospital you have to pay The dollar is the language that they all speak they don't really bother
Panic all hell breaks loose A battered body screams abuse A plastic bullet end his youth A motherless son turns and pukes Behind closed curtains Terror
Paranoia consumes my mind Hearing footsteps from behind Mr depression was his name One more suicidal nut case fantasy If youre sad hell take your brain
My ears are filled with a deafening roar A howling wind and the temperature soars The houses crack the city falls A deadly dust brings death to all IN
Put into camps And left to rot and die Put into camps No real reason why [Chorus] I don't want a holiday I don't want a holiday I don't want a holiday
Went to a party and caught you fucking my mate Went to a party caught you in bed with my mate I hate you, I hate you, I hate you I, I, I hate you You
Jesus, Jesus sleeping on your cross Fuck mankind you couldn't give a toss Nails thru your hands and in your feet Tourism is booming isn't business sweet
I don't know if they to die shut 'em up, they may not try send the medicine in and out fairly it just motored Jimmy Boyle beat the system how much credits
Fuck with you fuck with me They thing we fade away Tory law nazi law its just the fucking same Theres a law for the rich A law for people like you and
Thousands of people gathered on a beach Some came to listen while others came to preach They had to plan this meeting and keep it quite discrete For the
Friday night out with my mates Speeding out of my head chatting up some birds Then this guy started to pick a fight So he got a bottle across his face
Vote for me is what they say But what have you done for me They'll tell you fucking anything A vote is what they want from me [Chorus] They lie to you
I've been made an orphan No family life have i My parents were no soldiers Yet they were killed before my eyes Christians in a free world Free from what
Sat in front of your tv After to have nothing done of your day They tell you the life They say to you what is not Lying Journalists Journalists of shit