! chorus: we fought the city but no-one cared they passed it off asjust a game the city won't stop til attitudes change rats in the cellars ofthe stock
Everyday life, everyday life Something somewhere, just ain't right It's half past eight and I'm here again I'd go for a walk but it's pissing down with
I need first aid can't you see? I'm cut up bad you can't recognize me Got a couple of bullets in my leg And your morphine shit going through my head
I'm not a machine made of plastic parts I got a brain but I ain't got a heart Ain't got a name I been dead for years But now I'm alive with my new ideas
Joe Public in an overcoat A smile on his face and his fingers down your throat Making you stick with his victory salute Vs up for England or does he
Call me punk cos I wear a leather jacket Call me a hippie cos I believe in love and peace Call me an idealist cos of songs like this one You can call
Nobody says anything on buses And it's not the noise the engine makes You can watch them all staring nervous Sit at the back it's the safest place People
Susan finished school at 16 Wants to be a secretary 2 years later she's got nowhere Ends up in a factory Making matches it's so boring She gets sad and
When the bomb drops I'll be a bank holiday Everybody happy in their tents and caravans Everybody happy in their ignorance and apathy Nobody realises
When the people of the country have forgotten how to disagree And the national economy is said to be OK And the wages that you get will help you to forget
In the silence of a grave In the word's of someone's hero A blue television screen Words don't mean anything In this word factory Replacement parts are
victory! We fought the city but no-one cared They passed it off as just a game The city won't stop till attitudes change Rats in the cellars of the stock
It's getting out of hand, they don't understand They never ever will, they never ever can Don't wanna live if I can't be free The system kills but it
