Working cla** hero? No such thing
Put on your Martens. you still can't sing
No organised cla**, it's out of control
Your mates are so young, you feel so old
No new religion follow yourself
Plastic fashions lined up on a shelf
The shop has closed down it's a supermarket pose
Wander back home and change all your clothes
No price tag on the cost of sh**
sh** is free they got plenty of it
Conveyor belt message to the ignorant youth
This is free sh** it's better than truth
Don't quote German freaks at me
It's all crap that's my philosophy
sh** cla** structure f** TV
Looks like I gotta die if I wanna be free
Pessimist! Nihilist! Optomist! You don't exist
It's all in your dreams
Can't you hear the screams?