Het Is Laat
We'll fight and kill the best we could
No one cares if we die
Reinstate the draft and tell us lies
You fight a war where no one wins
Where people die and bodies burn
Reagan don't care he won't fight
He'll try and send us with all his might
There he goes another one
Kill that man his values are wrong
It ain't movies it's not T.V.
It's preety rough man you will see
All this shit it's just no use
Men unite don't be abused
You have to go it's not your choice
Sure we'll go but hear our voice
Reagan's in we're going for
The Hospital Song
Nobody sends me birthday cards
Nobody brings me flowers
I'm just here for operations
I've been out for hours
When I come to I'll wet my bed
'Cos when I get mad I sink so low
As matron knows
I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me
Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me
And when I go to that seedy ward
Up in the sky
You'll be waiting
With a hypodermic needle
And a graph
Here comes the dark
(I'm grateful for my anaesthetic)
Out goes the spark
(Delirious and apathetic)
When I come to
I'll wet my bed
And when I get well
I'll take revenge
I'll wreak my wrath
On all blood donors
And their sisters
Visiting time and flowers
When sister brings that bedpan round
I'll piss like April showers
I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me
Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me
And when I go
I'll die of plaster casting love