Under the Plastic and NCT

Ryvita

Ryvita

Crack black pepper

Comrades pick up your arms

The long arm of the lawn is indeed in charge

I won't talk to nice people if they look rich

I know it's not on mate, I'm such a fuckin' bitch

Surfing comments

Lookin' at the likes

Whilst the coppers chase bandits through the top valley skies

To disagree on social networking sites

Is to kill the counter-culture

The overturn has died

We pander to the camera

And we want to be observed

We dont get what we ask for

We get what we deserve

Stale fags hang on my clothes like indie band badges

As I remember last night ignoring people I don't like

Trying to buy a pint

And what does it matter

What if I rot inside a care home

With eight of the bastards

Immobile with crap banter

Oh look there's Angry J - wah heeeey!

Give us a tinkle on the rattling joanna, mate

Under the plastic and NCT

Of grained handmarks devour me

Under the general weight of it all

Exist impossible visions of you

It's one of them ennit

The violent exit

Let's fuckin' bin it

Ryvita existence

A pointless opposition to the fat

Of pointless State resistance

And the State is no longer your voice

The mechanics hijacked by the lies

In false choice of a false fuckin' choice

Tied up in death

I hate the terror

The horrible fear

Whilst life knifes you as it screams:

"You got fuck all left!"

Under the plastic and NCT

Of grained handmarks devour me

Under the general weight of it all

Exist impossible visions of you

People might be in groups willingly

Let 'em get on with it

You can't expect people to listen to your fucking

Mouth just because you don't believe in it

Thousands of Saturday lager bellies punching the air

Denouncing the value of somebody else's flag

Whilst viciously believing in theirs

Fucking useless this well-trodden street

Vague notions about the so-called elite

And that moulds spit Trent Bridge chaos

It's not really is it?

Cardboard heavies

Drones to the delusions of a never-never land

Where the cross rings out the orders

Don't let the mechanics of beer

Trick you into thinking you are some kind of warrior

Eating barbwire on the wave of violent disorder

Three words:

Cage, Wheel, Hamster

'ere, here's a bit of cheese

- nibble the bastard!

Under the plastic and NCT

Of grained handmarks devour me

Under the general weight of it all

Exist impossible visions of love