Hard Heads

On the street, it's blood and boots

'round at mum's, they're tea and smiles

on their own they're going nowhere

but in their gang they can goosestep miles

Get the hard on when they're hunting

prowling for their prey in packs

real hard cards in real hard toe caps

they'd collapse should you push back

Hard boiled heads

who've had their small brains

scrambled soft

jellies with no bone

leaderless tape

playing back hatred, sounding tough

en masse, but not alone!

See the victim wheelchair weak

poor and homeless in the park

now the wolves are closing in

cowards hidden by the dark

With their deadly killer dogs

they think they're sharp just like the teeth

but its racist paranoia

bites them on their soft beneath

Hard boiled heads

who've had their small brains

scrambled soft

jellies with no bone

leaderless tape

playing back hatred, sounding tough

en masse, but not alone!

They wash their minds in slogans white

and hang them up until they've dried

marching to a clean new world

while running from the skunk inside

Hard boiled heads

who've had their small brains

scrambled soft

jellies with no bone

leaderless tape

playing back hatred, sounding tough

en masse, but not alone!

Soul less, booted human tanks

they're crushing all that's different

while smart, white collar criminals

push cannon fodder to the front

Hard boiled heads

who've had their small brains

scrambled soft

jellies with no bone

leaderless tape

playing back hatred, sounding tough

en masse, but not alone!