BACK Tinpot armies with crackpot leaders The shelves are empty, they just canīt feed us Taking us high into the mountains A thousands years on and still countinī You canīt wish them away No one invited them to stay It started out such a hopeful day Theyīre gone now, but theyīll soon be crawling Back, back, back They all come crawling All the answers all the solutions If it donīt exist put it in the constitution Kick you in the teeth with all their kindness Feeding off the milk of human grossness Under the answers all the solutions If it donīt exist put it in the constitution Kick you in the teeth with all their kindness Feeding off the milk of humans grossness Under the cosh and in with the boot They have a strict policy they aim to shoot Alive with anger and dead with hate In our satellite dish disaster state Donīt want your benevolence Just want shatīs mine Bellies are full Never caugh at the scene of a crime Play second fiddle all the time
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