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The memory lingers on when you were the same as us.
Three months old a child, still you lived off love and fuss.

City baby, city baby, city baby attacked by rats!
City baby, city baby, city baby attacked by rats!

Residing in a squalid place, it can't be too much fun.
Your brain is getting eaten away by the rat living in your skull.

We gotta' raise some money for our children,
so when they're old they don't have to fear.
Scratch their back, they'll stab yours,
it's obvious boy, it's crystal clear.
We ain't got much all we got is,
the company of wolves.
They'll approach you, try to coax you,
make you sell your soul.

Send in the goon sqaud
It's getting out of hand
They're marching all over
Our Promised land
They've got dogs on bits of rope
And bits of rope for hair
I've seen them on the corner
Drinking flat cider

I can speed in my car down the road.
I don't have to follow the highway code.
The laws which bind you don't bother me.
I've got diplomatic immunity.

I'm really free.
They can't touch me.
I've got sanctuary.

Sittin' in my darkened room, got nothing else to do.
Tune into my radio, but there's nothing coming through.
Luxemburg has lost the call, Brussels is nowhere.
Moscow's just a crackle now, I guess they're not on air.

All my life I've been listening,
now I wanna' shout.
Electricity through space,

We'll lead you into victory, you hear the generals say.
Never look behind you, we're with you all the way.
Go to bed early, conserve your energy,
tomorrow we'll be fighting with our enemy.
Polish your boots, clean your gun,
killing those bastards will be a lot of fun.
Take no prisoners, kill them all.
Start to march when you hear the call.

Get out of the city it's falling apart,
It's got a stake right through its heart.
They're queuing for food in huddled drones,
But it's safe in the larders of those on thrones.
So .. .. get out of the city, out of the city,
Get out of the city today.
Get out of the city,
Out of the city today .. .. now

Well we're all packed up and we're Iroquois bound
Tuning our ears for the F. M. Sound
We got a million problems, we're on our way
44th, New York, you. S. A

That big crazy city don't blink an eye
Anytime we pass by
It just keeps strechting up so high

On the streets they're after me,
won't let me go, won't let me be.
This opression is screwing my head,
if I ain't careful I'll end up dead.

I'm living my life ..
.. I'm living my life on the edge of a knife.

See the sun way up high
Burning down on me
Mountains rise and kiss the sky
Then crumble to the sea
But alas all's not well in Eden now
Things ain't what they seem
There's malice in Wonderland
Malice in Wonderland, and it's getting bad

Was it you who took the money,
to the land of milk and honey ?
Your past is catching up on you,
put it on a conveyor belt.
The chips are down, the cards are dealt,
you won't be calling trumps no more.

Everone's getting decent,

The night air's cool but your system's not
You stand for what you care for, not for what you've got
The streets are mean, keep your conscience clean
You've gotta wrap up from the cold

An' no-one cares with the stairy eyes
An' no-one cares in the neon rays
An' no-one cares if you're laughing or crying

No survivors in this game of hate, we all get changed in a certain way.
Our ideals changed by mortar, there isn't a person who doesn't pay.

No survivors, burst the bubble.
No survivors, too much trouble.
No survivors, your just a pawn.
No survivors, don't conform.

Kickin' up the dust clouds here we go,
Out to the Wild West.
Ride the ferry as the sun goes down,
Carrying on the quest.
But on the way back all's not well,
There's an incident on deck.
Big brave bullies with CS gas,
Tried to break the kids neck.

Well I'm searching through my bed
I got ankles in my head
I'm in really bad
It's the best time I ever had

I'm a sick boy
I'm a sick boy - there should be more

I wanted you cause of your bust .
And now I want a night of lust.
Can't wait around here anymore.
So take me home you dirty whore.

Slut, slut ..
Dirty bitch

In the desert with a bottle of J.D.
The red pipe glows with lines of c.
Things are normal but they won't be soon.
Hairy monsters in the next room.
Frogsheads and midgets going oingoboingo ..
Take my hand and we'll explore,
The forbidden zone.
When you're in your own tree,

Well I just got back from Vietnam,
where I saw a baby in a pram.
The next minute it wasn't there,
I was getting paid too much to care.

Now I fought hard for my Purple Heart.
I can stop you if you start.
Going out now on the loose.