They won't play the song on the radio The war is being played out On our televisions One stare, the drug of the nation The cultural enriching now begins Like a nation, like a nation Your remaining people have no Trenches left from which to fight The rich; the nation hold their guns Will rich buy back the mayhem? While they're moving you're an owl There's a devil flying overhead What a f**ing pile of sh** Devastation, devastation