They say it ain't safe to go out anymore
So the police station has bolted up the door
The floor's full of torn up betting stubs
They put televisions in my favourite pubs
So our homes get bulldozed, no-one watches
They want soap operas and not soap boxes
This town has left me high and dry
But I'll be here til the day I die

They tell me I'm just pissed off
Yeh maybe I'm pissed off
I'd rather be pissed off
Than be pissed on

So if the world burns down outside
And they battle on the frontline
My darling I'll hold on tight
My darling I'll hold on tight

As the world burns down outside
And they battle on the frontline
My darling I'll hold on tight
My darling I'll hold on tight

We beg for another show we can watch til we're sick
Just like a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick
Watching our lives filmed in a soft focus
With abracadabra and hocus pocus
One billion channels and there's still nothing on
The television will not be revolutionised, the announcer says
"And now for something completely indifferent"
Cos I demand my rock 'n' roll with blood, sweat and tears
And I demand my reggae to cause bleeding in my ears
I demand my punk rock to start a revolution
I demand my hardcore to sound like an execution
I demand soundsystems on the streets playing the loudest tracks
I demand no rent, no bills, no council tax
I demand love that isn't measured by the relationships of characters on Friends
Or the words to some dire R&B song about what a good man
What a mighty mighty good man is

So as the world burns down outside
And they battle on the frontline
My darling I'll hold on tight
My darling I'll hold on tight