Well it's business as usual
Crucify me it's the will of the people
Side by side hand in hand
Throwing shapes in the heat of the Sun
Take a bow lads you've really done it this time
Feeding conscience to a caged animal

It's a ticking clock
as the fuse burns out
slipping through the hands of the righteous

Sending solace to the gutter press
Hapless and hopeless,
This tension's palpable

The wrong place
The wrong time
Straddling the fault line
Pulling cables from the backs of your heads
The self destruct sequence
Sitting on the back bench
Wake up boys it's time to pretend
Will this revolt save yourself?
We seek emergency discourse
Silence in the waking world
Spineless and toothless,
This threat is tangible

It's a ticking clock
as the fuse burns out
slipping through the hands of the righteous
It's a blinding storm
In the land of opportunity
Putting a stop to the progress
Do not pass go
Do not collect £200