Right there is on the Wynford Bridge Have you sheltered from wind we're tend Are your ears tied for survival? I hope while you're in the hurt Is it enough to burn your bibles? Have you had enough of me? Are your weapons automatic? And your faith is strong And they're crawling on their hands and knees With the mess you left with them And they're crawling on their hands and knees With the mess you left with them Government officials got the itch String and fingers pointed at the kids A loaded missile ain't say they miss you Can you tell me what's the point of all of this? Special taste thinking of the influence Of uniform and k**ing the worst feeling [?] And they're crawling on their hands and knees With the mess you left with them And they're crawling on their hands and knees With the mess you left with them I'm full of degradation Leave every single inch of use they think them Crawling on their hands and knees To the mess you left with them And you crawl to your grave on your hands and knees For the mess you left with them For the mess you left with them