Love in the Ruins

Get a good job, one that will last
Spend the next 50 years
Tongue jammed up the bosses ass
Or I can be my own boss, my own cop too
fuck myself in the butt and beat myself black and blue
No. I'd rather get my lollies taking life in my own hands
While my boss steals my time, I'm stealing what I can

When you see me on the street do my looks annoy you
Take a real good look at what's going to destroy you
I've found I like being a problem playing at your fall
What you gonna do about it? You can't kill us all
I'm the enemy and you're the fucking pigs
Ever think that these matches might be lighting more than cigs?

Remember us from Moss Side? Or was it Paris '68
Fires too close for comfort? It's just practice for your wake
We're playing new games now, riots every day
Your end's around the corner so have a nice day
We'll be destroying the morals that make us your slaves
We'll be killing cops and bosses and fuckinging on your graves

No more cops, no more work, no more bosses, no more money, no more politics, no more sacrifices, no more wasted time, no more mommies, no more religions, no more boredom, no more orders, no more bad jokes, no more of this shit