Joe Public in an overcoat.
A smile on his face and his fingers down your throat.
Making you stick with his victory salute.
Vs. up for England or does he mean fuck you!?
If looks could kill he'd stare you into the ground.

The flatulence of greed keeps his money going round.
The smell of indigestion he's got cancer on his breath.
Before he takes his mind away he'll take your self respect.
Idiots and cowards don't vote or fight.

Say your parents and the papers so they must be right.
The leaders of the country don't do one or the other.
They're too busy fighting against one another.
Hey Joe! where you going with that census in your hand?
To make us feel important?
I don't think you understand!

You represent a public whose views are out of date.
The generation gap caused by the crap you generate.