Something To Be
A working class hero's a dying breed
Your CV reads like a list of needs
We do have wants and
We won't have greed
Unfortunately
We have all the kids to feed
Perched on a kerb
His vision is blurred
His body is damn
His thoughts are disturbed
Sometimes
What you get
Is what deserved
Only nobody on Earth
Was born to serve
To be stuck
With a half a conscience curse
Would one of you tell me
Which one's worse
Is it knowing what's wrong
But doing it first
Or is it
Being this void of worth from birth
A man not allowed to scratch his sores
If his life don't count then
How can yours
To Survive
Is a matter of might and force
On a street that was
Stripped to last resorts
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
One two
Imagine
You have to break someones arm
And why doesn't matter
You must do harm
Now do you be a good citizen and
Snap the wrist quick
Or torment
Lament
Like a complete prick
Getting off getting kicks
Out of every crick
As the sustained pain
Makes your victim sick
And their vision disappears
And their knees go bandy
Break the fucking arm mate
And ply some brandy
To be constantly
Cunted off by cunts
Who step on anyone
To get to the front
If an arse is the
Only hole we see
Some cock's gonna fuck it
Eventually
To be constantly
Cunted off by cunts
Who step on anyone
To get to the front
If an arse is the
Only hole we see
Some cock's gonna fuck it
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
They'd have us born in body bags
Help us grow from rags to rags
Toe-rag slags that'll
Drag you down to their basements
As punchbag replacements
Laugh in your face
As it plants a pavement
Police the state for their entertainment
At your enslavement
Blatant
A corruption fuelled administrations behaviour
Is a nations ailment and failure
And we can only be our own saviours
From this regime's containment
They love how we're complacent
When what's salient is
We should be disarming parliament
And coming correctly to respectable cadences
Why wait an age for this explore a euphoria's awe
Engaging embracing it
Hunting and chasing it
The case is it's all over your face
And it's shit
And you're taking it
Your CV reads like a list of needs
We do have wants and
We won't have greed
Unfortunately
We have all the kids to feed
Perched on a kerb
His vision is blurred
His body is damn
His thoughts are disturbed
Sometimes
What you get
Is what deserved
Only nobody on Earth
Was born to serve
To be stuck
With a half a conscience curse
Would one of you tell me
Which one's worse
Is it knowing what's wrong
But doing it first
Or is it
Being this void of worth from birth
A man not allowed to scratch his sores
If his life don't count then
How can yours
To Survive
Is a matter of might and force
On a street that was
Stripped to last resorts
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
One two
Imagine
You have to break someones arm
And why doesn't matter
You must do harm
Now do you be a good citizen and
Snap the wrist quick
Or torment
Lament
Like a complete prick
Getting off getting kicks
Out of every crick
As the sustained pain
Makes your victim sick
And their vision disappears
And their knees go bandy
Break the fucking arm mate
And ply some brandy
To be constantly
Cunted off by cunts
Who step on anyone
To get to the front
If an arse is the
Only hole we see
Some cock's gonna fuck it
Eventually
To be constantly
Cunted off by cunts
Who step on anyone
To get to the front
If an arse is the
Only hole we see
Some cock's gonna fuck it
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
They'd have us born in body bags
Help us grow from rags to rags
Toe-rag slags that'll
Drag you down to their basements
As punchbag replacements
Laugh in your face
As it plants a pavement
Police the state for their entertainment
At your enslavement
Blatant
A corruption fuelled administrations behaviour
Is a nations ailment and failure
And we can only be our own saviours
From this regime's containment
They love how we're complacent
When what's salient is
We should be disarming parliament
And coming correctly to respectable cadences
Why wait an age for this explore a euphoria's awe
Engaging embracing it
Hunting and chasing it
The case is it's all over your face
And it's shit
And you're taking it
Credits
Writer(s): Craig Conybeare
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