Joe Public

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 **** 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You represent a public whose views are out of date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