Look at the new slaves, lost before [bad word] back over opened ground.
Their home are concrete graveyards.
Robbers, muggers, young pretenders,
They have no easy way out
Empty voices trying to shout.
It's such a bore.
pick-me-up, put-me-down, kick me to the floor !
They judge you, accuse you, sentence you to life
Your only sun, [bad word] bomb
The modern-age push-button control
Just a robot with no fixed emotions.
Years go on, has your mind been beaten ?
Sometimes you cry, please don't ask me why
Ask my mother; you say you're my brother
Then you turn and stab my back
Don't fill my head with too much too soon.