In a small,but perfect,playpen
They practise,badly,being grown-ups
No-one makes the right decisions
Throwing childish tantrums;
Their mummy never gave them a dummy
Busy in her perfect kitchen
Daddy gave them building bricks
And they built useless houses;
Grown as people of power now
Parents disappear or die
They just poke tongues out,from inside bars
At people who'd much prefer to pa** them by......
He's a joke figure,taking himself serious
A gravedigger,pretending he's mysterious
A harmless little creep
Who keeps on telling you he's great;
Some madman masquerading as a head of state
Punch,(joke figure)
Punch..punch..punch..
He's been sitting there for years;
I wonder who gave him his throne?
Perhaps the king of england
Perhaps the king of rome
Perhaps his friends or relatives
Who won it in some war
Perhaps his mother,to shut him up -
She bought it in a store;
Punch,(joke figures)
Punch..punch..punch
(repeat 1st verse)
I'll make a mockery of you
I'd love to take your bones apart
I'd love to inspect your insides
And see if there's blood in your heart
I'll f**k you up,the way you f**k up
Everybody,every day,who look at you
And think they have some guiding star
To shine their way
But politics is a stupid game
It hasen't any rules
And 'politics' is just a word
Like 'power',like 'tools' -
Politics is worthless
A complete waste of time
Which never will quite qualify
For the category of crime
Punch..joke figures
Punch..joke figures
Punch..joke figures
Punch joke figures
(repeat 2nd verse)
Punch!