We all look for it
whatever it is
all want a piece of it
whatever it is
but
I want none of it
had enough of it
fukin sick of it
whatever it is.

Down in the dungeon
la
la
land
and they're robbing me blind
this is no merry band
no Robin Hood

it
is not good.

You want to wash your hands of me
think you're Pilate?
then set me free
release is the recipe
for happiness.


Tarred and feathered
dyed in the wool
put in a pigeon hole
ready to cull.

When the landscape's pear shaped and
my eyes are red
and I see lead poisoning,
soldiers in my head
I want to fight

it wants to fight too
and you know
it
to be true
don't you?