They fill you up with their fucking lies
You're the victims of government schemes
They take liberties they've no right to take
And you believe they're oh so right
They only show concern when war is declared
Cos you're their power and glory
This whole affair's so fucking unfair
It's so fucking sick

Decontrol, decontrol
We're being shit on far too long

The limbs of a child stick out of debris
It is no TV sketch
No no TV sketch

It ain't the work of make up artists
This wounded flesh and blood
No no TV sketch

A child lies dead in a pool of blood
It is no TV sketch
No no TV sketch

It ain't the work of make up artists
This wounded flesh and blood
No no TV sketch

You're so afraid to stand up
But without you they are nothing

Unite unite unite and fight
Tomorrow belongs to us

Why should we suffer to fulfil
Their schemes of position and greed

Unite unite unite and fight
Tomorrow belongs to us