Joe Public in an overcoat
  A smile on his face and his fingers down your throat
  Making you stick with his victory salute
  Vs up for England or does he mean fuck you!?
  If looks could kill he'd stare you into the ground
  The flatulence of greed keeps his money going round
  The smell of indigestion he's got cancer on his breath
  Before he takes his mind away he'll take your self respect
  Idiots and cowards don't vote or fight
  Say your parents and the papers so they must be right
  The leaders of the country don't do one or the other
  They're too busy fighting against one another
  Hey Joe! where you going with that census in your hand?
  To make us feel important?
  I don't think you understand!
  You represent a public whose views are out of date
  The generation gap caused by the crap you generate