Spent some times in stormy weather
Under clouds of my dilemma
Now there's nothing much to do
But sit and rot in front of televisions
Staring back at me
I'm just waiting for the microwaves
To wash me into the sea
You know they don't give a fuck about anybody else (X4)
You know they
Out of focus ideology
Keep the masses from majority
Experts, brain washed, tumble dried
Left to bleed whilst vultures glide
You know they don't give a fuck about anybody else (X8)
You know they
You know they don't give a fuck about anybody else (X36)