Lyrics:

Theyre using skateboards as spastic chairs
For the legless fuckers who fought your affairs
Theyre moulding babies dummies with a permanent smile
Keep the bleeders early in rank and file
Theyre giving you a chance to be a plastic wrap
Around the doggies meat can full of fucking crap
Theyre making little dollies, they tell you its a boy
Baby brother tender love to bring you lots of joy
Theyre making plastic families, all neighbourly folk
So she can dress and wash them, what a fucking joke
Teaching little johnny to shoot a gun
A terrific way, say father, to get to know your son
Spare parts, body parts, Im somebody
Ever seen the legs and arms of some poor squaddy?
Signs in the food stores, advertising meat
Beef blade, chuck roast, last you all the week
Theyre telling you you like it, youre saying that you do
They dont have to force it and tell you how to chew
You swallow it whole, without a fucking squeak
Sitting there quietly up they creep
You think youre fucking different, you think its you and them
If they asked you a question, youd ask them when
You think youre hard done by, but you just want the same
Chicken thighs, human thighs, its all the same old game
Well, you made the choice, money, sex and crime
Tight little egos asking for the time
Well I aint got it, you can sit in your pit
Middle class, working class, its all a load of shit
Crass Time Out