RedLight

British born and made, The spawn of the poor brigade, A thorn in the paw of the overpaid, (grade-A reprobates) Weighed by social stasis, The basis is racist complacency, Children we train to be famous Are satyrs and sadists Embracing the haters and rapists A-list agency, Aimlessly, Faithfully follow the glitz And swallow the jizz Of the showbiz 'it' - kids, The shit that they gave to us, Rabid and dangerous, So raise your spades and parade for us, Gravediggers, slave niggers, Grey figures Sick of the self-made wealth charade, The self-help health-club masquerade, Played like a motherfucking trumpet, Some cunt fronts a hoop and you jump it, Don't like it but lump it But you're unfit, ill-equipped shit on the feet Of elitist conceit, Complete with the reek of defeat, Don't speak, you motherfucker Just look at the way that we treat one another, How we suffer in a sulphurous sin, Thrown into a pressure-cooker, Stuck around the rim, Lucky fuckers that we're told how to swim, Keep thin, drink gin, Think gym, ink skin, Doesn't matter if you're cumming on Kanye and Kim, You still fit in By virtue of nurturing That which will hurt you, Pervert you, Convert you to Vanity's church, Search for satisfaction, Find your actions impacted By manufactured factions, These fucking distractions, (gotta catch 'em all!) Cannonball fashion-whore Gnashing your jaws to irrational haute couture, A cannibal caricature Force-fed the horse-shit, The lead-shot headshot Celebrity dead-rot of moral abortion, Rigamortis of the fucking mind, Bigger forces than yours or mine Combine to write guidelines, Prime-time, headline, On-line, sex-crimes, Mesmerised by wet thighs and breast size, Fed lies, fed vice, Led by the dead Christ To red-light Paradise, Sugar and smoking Spice. Joking aside, This class divide is broken so wide, Need to handglide from height to reach the good side, The good side? The upside? You kidding, you must mean the mudslide, The hive of connivance and violence, The island where diamonds and silence Hide where the blood dried, Like Lidocaine band-aids on Caine Who kills 'cos he's able, Disable the blood-ties And say all your goodbyes, The ubermensch stench invading your drugged lives, (unstable just ain't the fucking word, I've decided) The Midas effect inside us will guide us, Invite us to covet, to love it, To put it above our own pride As a kind of delight as we can't get enough of the right stuff, The eat, fuck and fight stuff And maybe a line of the white stuff, (your God won't mind, love) It's fine, Just try and refine your design, Keep your chin rough, Your chest buff And dress to molest, bruv, I've said enough, Fuck this luckless succubus Small-world prison, Fucks you like a call girl, Ridden by the rhythm of the human condition, Missionary position, Go watch your Hell-evision, Listen to the halfwit artists Thinking they're Marxists, Barking out asses With rationales black as molasses, Fucking fascists And cash is their only ambition, Transmission ends.