they're using skateboards as spastic chairs for the legless fuckers who fought your affairs they're moulding babies' dummies with a permanent smile keep the bleeders early in rank and file they're giving you a chance to be a plastic wrap around the doggies' meat can full of fucking crap they're making little dollies, they tell you "it's a boy" baby brother tender love to bring you lots of joy they're making plastic families, all neighbourly folk so she can dress and wash them, what a fucking joke teaching little johnny to shoot a gun "a terrific way", say father, "to get to know your son" spare parts, body parts, i'm somebody ever seen the legs and arms of some poor squaddy? signs in the food stores, advertising meat beef blade, chuck roast, last you all the week they're telling you you like it, you're saying that you do they don't have to force it and tell you how to chew you swallow it whole, without a fucking squeak sitting there quietly up they creep you think you're fucking different, you think it's you and them if they asked you a question, you'd ask them when you think you're hard done by, but you just want the same chicken thighs, human thighs, it's all the same old game well, you made the choice, money, sex and crime tight little egos asking for the time well i ain't got it, you can sit in your pit middle class, working class, it's all a load of shit

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