The clock strikes one, the lines are drawn
You started it but you don't know what you've done
It's Guy Fawkes Night put a bomb up the arse of the Branson empire
The old folks whine and piss on the times
They never knew what rock 'n' roll can do
Now it's over to the words, the tunes, the freezing rooms
Not much against a loaded bomb. Kaboom!

The old betray, the young decay
And 5 mind's crack in here today
The nubile girls the whole wide world oh
The old get rich the young get pissed
And I'm in the middle with a 7 year itch
The lust for life, the car, the wife
Over there

Yeah, down to the club for the rub-a-dub-dubstyle
Watch out! It's another fucking pub, cry
Rules for girls, rules for boys
Come on it's tribe time
Take the pill 'cause some cunts kill
They never knew what rock 'n' roll can do
And it can happen o back to the bar for another few jars
Let the drink define what young and old should do
And it can happen to you
The old betray, the young decay
And 5 mind's crack in here today
The nubile girls the whole wide world oh
The old get rich the young get pissed
And I'm in the middle with a 7 year itch
The lust for life, the car, the wife, oh

OVER THERE..there there there there...