You, you point your finger Stare, you feel no shame Raise your hand in anger Swear that I'm insane You, you smell my freedom Makes you squirm because I smile How you hate my long hair Call my music vile You call me a junkie Call me filth and scum Keep me from your daughter But my time will surely come You, you joined the army Fought a bloody war Came home with a trophy Turned into a bore You, you think you're civilised With your connections you can't fail But you treat your wife and family Like you bought them in a sale You, you're blind to beauty Only power can quench your thirst You scream to bring back birching Keep a list who should be first You, you slowly fester Gripped by your disease Despise your next door neighbour Strange he feels like me Me I've felt your anger Me I've felt your scorn Me I don't know nothing Me I've just been born Me I m slowly learning To bide my time and wait Me I've grown accustomed To the burden of your hate But remember when you point and stare And wave your arms up in the air When you bastards die We'll still be here then we'll take over