Exploitation

Another fine timing for a step into line

For four budding young stars who've just found the time

An old tune and shit words, as long as they rhyme

Well just watch them boys because they can't fail this time

Well I've heard all the screams of another barmy army

But who sits in hotels with champagne and salami?

It only leaves you to be the one who's barmy

You're being led on to make a superstars fortune

Yeah, we live in dead cities, and the streets are grey

But I don't need Top of the Pops to make me think that way

I can see this rebellion on my TV screen

But no sign of a future for you and me

A slight reflection of the past, but that didn't last

Because the people who mattered weren't rolled in the cast

They're lining up another lot, all idols who

will be nailing down the coffin on me and you

You tell me about the Conflict barmy army.

Well, excuse me if I laugh, but I think it's rather funny

That when the businessman farts the punters go running

We are just the latest pile of shit; can't you see what's coming?

The businessmen whisper from backroom thrones

Their long grasping tentacles are hungry and strong

Top chart hits and in future, we can't go wrong

But it's only their wallets that get fat on our songs

Does it really matter about the businessman side?

I don't really give a fuck, if punk's dead or alive.

Top chart hits and future, they can do that for you.

But just ask this question, is it false or is it true?