Music For The Royal Fireworks 

Lurking in the shadows. Messed up. Dressed to kill
The punters chew it up and pull the plugs
Wrenched from the socket, money in the pocket and 
It's bloody medicine for the monsters yeah

Were not useless gibbering wrecks
We've got lie-detecting heads
A political experiment [the lies will out]

And it comes as no great surprise
It comes As no great surprise
Like a penny to his pound, a rifle  to his tank
It comes as no great surprise yeah

Were not useless gibbering wrecks
We've got lie-detecting heads
A political experiment

I don't want to be 
Another scapegoat for the cure
I don't want to be 
Another scapegoat for the cure

I followed it down to the river
I followed the long route down through the floor
Because I don't want to be 
Another scapegoat for the cure

I don't want to be 
Another scapegoat for the cure
I don't want to be 
Another scapegoat for the cure

Sucking the milk out of the fat cow
Filling the cracks and holes in the floor
I don't want to be 
Another scapegoat for the cure

Hung like a sinner at the gallows
Hung in the crossfire noise at dawn
How can I live with myself?
How can I live with myself?

A creation born of hatred 
I thought there was a rescue operation
I was wrong