Big talk and gunsmoke
Death plays the white man
Strutting on film again
Suffer the weak hearts
Faecal emotions

Feeding the flame for a change
In flux again
Feeding the flame for a change
Caught in flux again

Stand up, sit down
Don't think till i say
Mumbling dissenters won't get paid
Pushed out to the sidelines
A passenger

You'd think it's a crime
This chip on my shoulder
You'd think it's a crime

Over my head now
Big talk and gunsmoke
Walk holding hands laughing strangely
Caught in their workhouse
Caught in their bad jokes