Slaughtered

like lambs to the slaughter

you'll follow on to an early grave

'cos no more sons and daughters

are gonna live to see old age

they hold your future

in the palms of their hands

no hold on your future

'cos they don't understand

we ain't got a future

in our father land

we can't see a future

'cos there isn't one planned

dole queues are on the rise again

prison cells hold a football crowd

i don't want none of your education

i don't need brains to think out loud

can't you even help yourselves

don't you know what's going on

or don't you wanna help yourselves

from now on trust no one