There's no easy solution to the problems in the world today
We've got an answers but then we've got no say
A simple end to the food shortage, give A to B
But it's "unpractical" to save the dying, they can't give food away for free
We should be telling the government where to go
Don't say it won't work, you haven't tried so how do you know?
Anarchy isn't the mindless violence associated with Punk Rock
Real Punk chaos & the spirit of 77 is no longer such a big shock
Young minds already numbed by the droning of Boy George or Wham
Oblivious to the oncoming nightmare, it's all a sham
Fight for jobs, "Crisis in Britain" the daily Express reads
Speaking for the rich from who it feeds
Why should there be a division between rich & poor
There's enough wealth to share around and even more
The rich have far more than they will ever need
But through their privileged upbringing they've only been tough greed
Sickly fucking experiments on some poor cat
So they can't take alcohol, why should they die for that?
There's no easy answers to the problems in the world today
But ignoring them won't send them away
We're being messed up more and more
We have nobody but ourselves for our protection, they have the law
The law isn't for us, so remember that
It only protects them, and that's a fact
If you really do listen and care you'll know it's time for me & you
To stop laughing about it all and find something to do