作词 : Greg Semple
作曲 : Greg Semple/Karl Traae/Jez Canning
Roll up roll up 
get your bloody nose up
sucking on me brain juice 
its wearing thin
you don't know none
any one who's anyone
who's walked by path 
knows where I have been
'cept me

we're tooled up
fuelled up
tear the ****ing rules up 
mob culture
yob culture 
its all the same
we got plastic politics
we're governed by the lunatics
exploiting the war whore
in our name

I don't give a **** about you skills in conversation
I don't give a **** about your news and your views
its bombs and band aid 
do wanna by a hand grenade
its all twisted gonna get abused
with hocus locus
religions out of focus
you gotta drop a blotter to glimpse what I've seen
its double standard high class moralty
I ain't subscribing do know what I mean

so don't **** with me coz I pally with the hooligan
I got him on a lead when he should be on a chain
we're tripped out flipped out 
our minds been ****ing ripped out
leave us alone 
we're a little bit insane
call up your chi
and gather your thoughts
feeding on this adrenaline source
is it blades or fists I don't know
oh shit 
I forgot I was a pasifist

I don't give a **** about your presentation
couldn't give a toss about your P's and your Q's
your shiny windows 
your nice new motors
your fancy holidays
your leather shoes
you dirty hippies 
you filthy sluts
rich old knobs 
with your big fat guts
I'll piss on your shoes and laugh in your face
coz your dealing us low 
as you palm the ace

democracy suckers in your voting booths
with your lottery dreams 
and your charity spoofs
the swindling bastards
and the cruel factory farms
with the capitalist wankers
with the salesman charms
blind sided charges
and the fat banker tools
ignorant racsists
the selfish fools
sexiest pay 
a burlesque so twee
feeding like vultures 
in the land of the free