When you see the people come to you Their faces closed, their minds shut down Their eyes an end, the living dead The living hell, the living hell And they stare at you like you're not there They close their eyes and they don't care And you're dying there in front of them, in front of them you fall apart You fall apart, you watch T.V., some stupid clown Tells you the world and how you are You throw up over him, and he drowns like Jimi Hendrix did And all the guys with guitars are telling lies And trying hard to be American.... What can you say? You open up the Sunday Sport and read about the aliens with the biggest tits And how their coming for your mother because she voted socialist She won't do that again, will she? And you eat the apple pie that she was saving up for Sunday 'Cause you're a revolutionary, and you're listening to a friend's tape right now Because you only buy records from Nicaragua, because you can't afford to be a fucking Yuppie What can you say? You always give some money to the people who come round from Christian Aid Because you know they're really nice Even though they've spent at least nine hundred years in killing people But propaganda doesn't affect you, does it, baby What can you say? And a woman comes along and says that she used to be a junkie killing, baby killing, junkie motherfucker But now she's seen the light And she wants the Lord to kill us all with nuclear bombs Because we're evil And you say what a nice person she is!?!?! What can you say? You know that Pagans are the niggers of the modern world (4x) What can you say?