The fear, the drug, the cage, the judge The red, the white, the blue The cycle, duress, the G4S The rubber, the bullets, the guns Stand and spit Scream and kick Or hold forever your tongue Utilitarian worth can't harbour empathy Material lust no place for humanity The violence, the greed, the hand that feeds The doubt, the silence, the cold A token, a pawn, expendable Another faux-luxury slum Stand and spit Scream and kick Or hold forever your tongue There's no hope No love, no mercy In markets no justice is done You stand complicit in Chelsea tenements