Wow, great

Well, this is taking everything, everything that I can stand
And you look like the enemy
With the answers hidden in your hands
You can tell yourself everything is fine
But don't be fooled by the sunshine

And don't expect roses
Don't expect roses

I'm thinking, watching London sink in the Thames
I'm using all my energy
Wasted, used, re-cycled and drained
Maybe I'll find you sympathy
Somewhere near the end of the century

But don't expect roses
Don't expect roses

The hooligans are loose, the hooligans are loose
The hooligans are loose, the hooligans are loose
You should pay some attention to me
I won't stop throwing 'til everything's broken
 [bad word] 
Don't expect roses, don't expect roses
Don't expect roses, don't expect roses
Don't expect roses, don't expect roses
Don't expect roses

Roses
Don't expect roses
Roses
Don't expect roses

Don't expect roses, don't expect roses
Don't expect roses, don't expect roses
Don't expect roses

If you're looking for trouble
You can find me on the Internet, [bad word]