» The Crunch

Black white brown, yellow or green.

It don’t matter the colour of your skin if you’re on our team.

Vision the dream. Visit the dream scene.

Inverse universe, Inverse universe, Inverse universe. Social statistics.

If you're gonna whinge, if you’re gonna moan, take your but out of here and go on home.

Stone me see a f*cking state going mad, but you aint awake except to the T.V stare,

Trad talk with the visions of a copy cat, chat back, f*king parrot second-hand, understand.

Middle man, different views troubling you, but what about your own views? Home truths trouble you.

You’ve got the house, you’ve got the car.

You married the woman who burned her bra.

Now see how societies got hold of you, do the talk of the big wide world, while inside the minds going through hell.

Don’t you ever wish you could ever let it all go?

Instead of screaming along, until you hit the wall.

Subliminal suggestion the one to watch out for.

You can take them to court and sh*t the wit out of a crusty little sissy show.

But when the top sh*ts coming out of the T.V. radio, it’s a f*cking freak show.

Newspapers like to cut like a knife two wrong words could ruin your life.