Crass System
You can swear by who the f..ck you like But you're still on the roof I'm not gonna change the system They're not gonna change the system We're not gonna change the system Where does that leave you? Where does that leave me? Jumping up and down to a bunch of tools The organisation treat us like fools They can't help it, they didn't make the rules It's just the system again, BOLLOCKS Bind us round with ignorance Fit us up with a petty stance Fill us up with cheap romance Leave no option, no chance What've they got? f..ck all? NO What've they got? A swimming pool? Where do you get it? Follow the rules System, system, system Keeping their fingers on the breaks Down the ladders, up the snakes Buy the band and call the tune, nah.
