It's a David and Goliath scene colossal monsters vent their spleens and scream themselves hoarse With strangulated vocal chords according to their laws of course who needs the lords? Idea killers and gold diggers and amputees of greed keep sucking on a wishbone Feral prowlers spill the beans and you guardians of the pleonexia go ahead and rage against the dying of your lights Of course, of course we'll make our way inside Of course, of course we'll never be denied We'll take your place at your table Watch us take your place at your table Of course its law it's recently been enshrined Of course, of course We'll help ourselves we'll eat our fill at your table We mustn't leave can't make us leave such ideas lack such joy de vivre If I doused your body in kerosene you'd still be lying through clenched teeth you and your inbred hoardes You're the type of man who'd piss against my leg and then declare its raining, pouring see the rain that falls While broken Britain vented its spleen we got base observation from the BBC might as well be in a fucking space observatory so very very far from impartial Idea killers, gold diggers and midwives to greed keep sucking on our thighbones, still sucking on our thighbones It's the best thing for you darling Line towers and whistle blowers and midwives to greed keep sucking on our thighbones keep sucking on our thighbones Idea killers, gold diggers and amputees to greed keep sucking on ourwishbones, still sucking on our wishbones