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They're using skateboards as spastic chairs
For the legless fuckers who fought your affairs,
They're moulding babies' dummies with a permanent
smile
Keep the bleeders early in rank and file.
They're giving you a chance to be a plastic wrap,
Around the doggies' meat can full of fucking
crap.
They're making little dollies, they tell you it's
a boy,
Baby brother tender love to bring you lots of
joy.
They're making plastic families, all neighbourly
folk,
So she can dress and wash them, what a fucking
joke.
Teaching Little Johnny to shoot a gun,
A terrific way, say father, to get to know your
son.
Spare parts, body parts, I'm somebody.
Ever seen the legs and arms of some poor squaddy?
Signs in the food stores, advertising meat,
Beef blade, chuck roast, last you all the week.
They're telling you you like it, you're saying
that you do,
They don't have to force it and tell you how to
chew.
You swallow it whole, without a fucking squeak,
Sitting there quietly up they creep.
You think you're fucking different, you think
it's you and them,
If they asked you a question, you'd ask them
when.
You think you're hard done by, but you just want
the same,
Chicken thighs, human thighs, it's all the same
old game.
Well, you made the choice, money, sex and crime,
Tight little egos asking for the time.
Well I ain't got it, you can sit in your pit,
Middle class, working class, it's all a load of
shit.
Middle class, working class, it's all a load of
shit.
Middle class, working class, all a load of shit.
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