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 $#&@ 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 $#&@ about anybody else (X8)
You know they


You know they don't give a $#&@ about anybody else (X36)