I've been seen hit and pick pocketed like a fully clothed fucking strip search,
Tories out for glory what's the story cunts troll me,
lonely islands are getting filled out with the corpses of relatives and sedatives umbilical cords get killed and more,
gravestones'll fall and eventually mark the call to arms the dole'll harm the fallen farm will sow the seeds and line the trenches,
and burn the benches raise wigs from severed heads MP's and constituents dead pave the streets with free bread and cash,
which won't last cos the guy with his hand out'll shout and ask the bastard faster than the crashed bank disaster blasted past ya,
are lower class doomed to be under a thunderclap'll crash and blow your arctic shark pit through a tundra!
A hundred mile an hour winds scorch and scream for gallows your in a ship at sea in life as we drown in the shallows,
you're in a Martian marsh your mellow turn your cheek to hello,
like Marti Pellow went from clean to washed up preen to feral...

Time for class a social divide,
I spied there's no where to hide I tried I've pride that's mine,
I don't suit suits and boots I'm skint too true but ostracised, why?
Give me the means and interest to start a party, Marty's little army, I won't I can't be arsed hardly,
there's a sound of cages, a boiling point around town there has been for ages.

We clean your life and calmly drain your toilet it's a joke when the shit that has blocked it is worth a lot more than my fucking time to stop it,
man blow the ram explode all the dams and explore all monocled snake eyes with a jolly "Ho Ho" Wurthers shook hand,
gold teeth chime on gold spoons so lads in 9 x 6 rooms take time in exchange for the chance to relieve you of satin pants,
like lizards fry for energy better be medically chemically on sync synergy is poverty conspiracy? Gotta be!
What a life when a spy from the MI5 flies by and high fives a guy defined on thy big pie of lies and tries to buy the head of the BCCI,
fuck no fingers no pies, described minds intertwined tied and don't care if you die,
don't like what I say fine blind eyes won't decipher lies between the lines a needle eye survives without a glass to magnify,
like parliament like Guy Fawkes in an argument a legacy heresy wrapped in dirty parchment and a filthy sergeant.

There's jack 84 in his flat he's suffered 2 heart attacks in 1 year just now bouncing back,
now it dawns he won't survive on his own when there's a choice between eating or heating or making a phone call,
he's shot the devils on shore's and sold the medals he wore to peddle his self that little bit more to go,
careful conundrums live's weaved through numbers,
that separates the doldrums which encumber the wonder and sunder,
you're under when you are banned brand the floor with thunder,
it's understandable man expanding the plans of dead hands,
it's unmanned and fucking unplanned a flame to the land,
a kiss to the whip hand that's taking a piss on a witness stand,
and making their business taking a risk on waking a sleeping grit looking to move when liberty hits, so move with trickery and aquit,
kick the legs of this rickety shit so pick a team rocketing to a green seen in a dream with a sheen got a means to an end I believe that I'd bleed for a friend but that's what I mean...