you're out of your depth

this illogical money

what do you expect?

you're shamed to your soul

just frightened pilots at the controls

at the controls

of this earth...

you've had your best day

the people just want you away

get out of our sights

the privelidge

of the few

is all that you do...

to walk round thse towns

there's nothing left in this city no more

the pain in the faces around

you're nothing more than

a fucking discrace

a fucking discrace

to this place

and so as i speak

you maim all the poor

and kill all the weak

i vow to return

so the sham that is you

shall burn for a week

burn for a week...for a week