Songtexte
Clenched fist, you take a hit.
Ya work 40 years and have fuck all to show for it
Retire, waste away
While the top get fat with what you made
It is what it is. Is it?
It is what it is
Rip out my eyes
And cut off my ears
Nothing left but fear
I don't wanna be hear
Don't think
Don't do
Call someone else
When somebody hurts you
Pay pigs to Protect the streets
But girls are getting killed by the met police
Rip out my eyes
And cut off my ears
Nothing left but fear
I don't wanna be hear
I don't wanna be hear
I don't wanna be hear
I don't wanna be hear.
Written by: Dan Marsh, Darius Warr, Jack Rogers, Joe Phillips