Exploitat!

Another fine timing

For a stepping into line

For four budding young stars

Who've just found the time

An old tune and shit words

Long until they rhyme

Well just watch them boys because they can't fail this time

Well I've heard all the screams of another barmy army

But who sits in hotels with champagne and salami?

It only leaves you

To be the one who's barmy

You're being led on to make a superstars fortune

We live in dead cities, the streets are grey

But I don't need Top of the Pops to make me think that way

I can see the rebellion on my TV screen

But no sign of a future for you and me

A slight reflection of the past, but that didn't last

Because the people who mattered

Weren't rolled in the cast

They're lining up another lot, all idols who

Will be nailing down the coffin

On me and you

You tell me about

I laugh, but I think it's rather funny

Their long grasping tentacles are hungry and strong

Top chart hits and in future, we can't go wrong

But it's only their wallets that get fat on our songs

Does it really matter about the businessman side?

I don't really give a fuck, if punk's dead or alive

Top chart hits and future, they can do that for you

But just ask this question

Is it false or is it true?