Subhumans - Song No. 35 lyrics

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?