Lyrics

Screaming from the tower block Hopeful but never the same Revolution spit through a stiff upper lip Rebellion's in session again Stop going on and on and on About holidays in the sun And how great punk used to be Desertion with my head held high Is all it means to me So why can't you see that your world is imagery? We will stand our ground and fight till the end And fuck your American dream Running fast and getting nowhere Working hard and fuck all left Is this just meant to be? Desertion with my head held high Is what this means to me This ain't a fucking show I ain't no fucking actor I don't perform. I won't conform They tell you what's what I'll tell you what's fucking not It's not a circus of shame A fucking blame game