and they've got the police
The TV didn't work, anyway
They don't like you, putting up a fight
they love to see you shake
Confrontation is something they hate
People like you that make me glad
People like you that make me sad
That it's coming round again
The media pigs have all the power
Selling you shit by the hour
Corporations are martial sound
Sponsored money buys the air
Ingrate masses just don't count
Now they're fed so much shit
They don't know when they slept in it
People like you don't make
me glad that it's all over
that it's coming around again
The police run the streets,
They hassle the homeless,
satisfy the tourist trade
and the bailiff's on your door,
the fighting comes around
The fighting comes around
People like you that make me glad
People like you that make me sad
that it's come around again
I said it's people like you
that make me glad that it's all over