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Chaos U K

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 troops

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 the gates

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 pounce

day, you're just a lad You're a poser, it ain't so bad I ain't a poser or a fucking star I don't drive a flash fucking car Chaos in society, you're 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 fun I'

Politicians one after one Creating havoc and having fun Pulling our lives to bits and pieces Sucking and crawling like common leeches Vote for me, I'

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 buy a

Ronnie was a rebel, he also was a thief He'd take your granny's pension and kick her false teeth Stole his uncle's motor, drove it into town Ronnie was

Grinding off the neighbor's cat Baggy shorts and stupid hat halfpipe hero I am not Where's the brakes, I cannot stop Scootering, scootering, scootering