Here we are in the big, big city Plenty of ways to spend your money Getting ripped off is a way of life Stick your money on a skin flint knife No,no
Smile - It s impossible I-I feel disposable You laugh (ha,ha,ha) - and it fucks me up Fag? - has he woken you up? Words - lots of words Mindless - I
Get away from the window The D.S. are outside The little packets in our pockets Stuff we gotta hide Sitting in a corner of a disco Mouth stuck in a bag
Ever since they put you away Things haven t been quite the same They cut off all your lovely hair And gave you a brand new brain Sent you to university
There's a bomb going off in Belfast There's a war in Vietnam There's a T.V. documentary To help you understand But the other channel is better Cos it
Out in the garden there is a little white rabbit Like Revlon torture for your clean little habits As you wash your hair to keep it clean You get to wonder
I am a germ under your skin I crawl through your veins and I work my way in I play with your health I destroy all there is I m the germ in your mouth
Love is a bastard it tears you apart Just when you thought you didn't have a heart Couldn't give a fuck cause you didn't know how And suddenly everything
The government are real good to us They crowd in their shelters and let us die The nuclear holocaust won't last long White turns to black in the sky [
Who's gonna fight? Who thinks it right? The threat of war is a passing phase Try telling that to a waiting grave They say the bunkers will be safe They
Peroxide girl with a false ID Lost and lonely she can t see Peroxide hair and burnt out eyes Blinded by so many lies [Chorus:] Peroxide! Peroxide! Because
me any choice You don t like the way I m singing But all I got is my fucking voice I can t get a word in edgeways Surrounded by so many lies They just treat us like subhumans
Do you believe in the afterlife Termination with a rusty knife Religious wars no reason why What a glorious way to die In the name of God they left
Our society, what a drag Another nervous breakdown, another fag You can't get to sleep cos you lost your pills And the protein tablets make you ill
What s your reason for existence? Do you believe in anything? Or does your lifestyle contradict The words you write the songs you sing? Are you happy
The government talks about conscription Another self-imposed restriction Their excuse is no conviction Patriotism: It's all fiction There ain't no
Working for money and the system too Thought the dole queue made you worthless Now you're slaved to a public machine Getting somewhere...is this what
[Chorus:] So much money where does it all come from? We re paying for democracy never mind the bomb So much money what does it do? It puts them in power
