[intro] [primitive guitar riff] [verse 1] Mam’s shoutin’, “Shift it, ya lazy sod! Get down Jobcentre, go on, get a job!” Fog’s thick, the air cuts like a knife, Brum’s got me chokin’, this bloody life. Queued for hours, like cattle in a pen, Blokes in suits, laughin’ at us men. "Yer untrained, lad, there’s nuffin’ here, Why not fight a war? Be a hero, no fear!" [chorus] Long lines, no chance, just more disdain, Blokes in suits playin’ their game. “Go fight a war, it’s your destiny!” Nah, not for you, not for this bloody country! [short guitar interlude] [verse 2] Met me mate Daz outside the bloody place, Rolled a ciggy, lit it with me rage. Park bench callin’, crack open a brew, Some yuppie speeds past, like he owns the view. Flash car, Jaguar, leather seats too, Born with a crown while we get the screw. They sip champagne, we sip despair, They’d send us to Falklands, but they wouldn’t dare. [chorus] Cold streets, no hope, it’s all the same, Blokes in suits playin’ their game. “Go fight a war, it’s your destiny!” Nah, not for you, not for this bloody country! [intense thrash solo] [chorus] Grey skies, no work, just endless shame, Blokes in suits playin’ their game.“Go fight a war, it’s your destiny!” Nah, not for you, not for this bloody country! [chorus] Long lines, no chance, just more disdain, Blokes in suits playin’ their game. “Go fight a war, it’s your destiny!” Nah, not for you, not for this bloody country!
