got the chore done he'd borrow cash and grass his pals and scratch his rash and ever shall be a user the empathetic liars down the boozer 'll say they love a loser but overpriced is such a friendship thank christ, he drank himself to death he was a boil on the arse of the black country the despair that had been suffered offered no prayer for the belated death of that ugly child in the black country no, they'll mourn him not in the black country Bristol Road leads to Dachau Don't ever believe that you're safe There's someone, somewhere gonna show you how Willing to spill blood to get their own way From Birmingham via Belfast to Belsen You're going to get burned to death No such thing as innocent Someone wants to confiscate your breath A girl and her friends went for a drink The whole pub got blown sky high Why those people? I just can't think Do you think she was lucky not to die? (She can't walk now She can hardly talk now) Bristol Road leads to Dachau Murder by tens or thousands, it's all the same On't think Auchswitz couldn't happen now To think somebody could stop the game Stop that game Stop that train Those are not bakeries Those are crematories Those are not bakeries I'd like to ask you sir about the quality of life getting higher oh please sir can you give me the objects I desire? of course you