Beautiful chaos, come wreak your revenge Come shower me with your madness, so sweet in your intent Shoot me full of holes and let your colours bleed You
make my day Now your suck in limbo Like a music press bimbo With your gold stretch limo Hold reporters back at bay So this is anarchy in the UK
Back to school in Woolworth's clothes Now your mummy's dream Right inside her price range But not everything you seem Now you are with Satan In
A month of Sundays, law enforced The church's new torture is now enforced A month of church every day Is what they want without delay Backed by
On tele, police are murdered, demonstrators are just killed Why two different words for the blood that's spilled? In this struggle, you decide who
You can stuff you're oi! For boneheads Stick it up your arse We don't want all your rubbish We're not working class We lives 'ere on our farm Working
Take a trip abroad if you're poor or bored There's money if you can be bought Live in a trance, swallow one by one And hope the customs will not
Swallow the energy pill Just to have a good time Harmony in the head Feeling so fine Nothing really matters Got nothing to create When this peace
I'm tired of the chatter and bullshit you talk Signing contracts in a very big way Give me a knife, I'll show you where I'll stick it In your throat
Hope you got a fuckin' headache Hope you got it good Hope you got a fuckin' headache 'Cos I always knew you should
I likes to go down the pub every other day On my marry way for a bottle of "K" Propping up the bar, sipping down me pint Won't be very long before
The glueheads walk with spaced out heads Their eyes are open wide The zombie walk that they have learnt Has now got to their minds They save to
Can't think what to think Can't think what to say Can't seem to live my life From now or day to day No, yes:.etc. Now I'm going mad At all the
They're only going through a phase Kids are all the same They don't know their own right minds It's only a silly game They don't know what their
Can't pay tax Won't pay tax No poll tax -Cos we're all skint -We're on the dole -Cos they don't care -The future is grim It's pretty simple,
Spending money you have saved Working all your life Give it to the people Who control boring life Living without living Fashion you must change
Look out of my window What do I see? A spawny-eyed omelette fish Looking at me Nicholas:Nicholas
Every cloud has a nuclear lining The dark sky in the East Those without a shelter, whining At the face of the beast Red sky at night Is now no ones
