Sick - The Bristles

electric meters gone again

no money on the side

I feel my temper rising fast

I’m just like jekyll and hyde

I wanna smash a roller

I wanna steal some dough

I wanna go to a polling boot

and just vote no

we ain’t nazis, we ain’t reds

just ordinary people

sick, sick, sick of being mislead

bohman throw us on the dole

another fucking statistic

but palme ain’t much better

he make me more sick

palme is supposed to be our man

the voice of working class

but he all line his pocket

and sit on his fat arse

we ain’t nazis, we ain’t reds

just ordinary people

sick, sick, sick of being mislead

electric meters gone again

no money on the side

I feel my temper rising fast

I’m just like jekyll and hyde

'cept this time it’s no party

this time it’s for real

this time the working classes

will show the bosses how we feel

we ain’t nazis, we ain’t reds

just ordinary people

sick, sick, sick of being mislead

you lead us up the garden path

to poverty and hunger

but you can only push us so far

and we ain’t going under…

we ain’t going under

we ain’t going under

we ain’t going under

we ain’t going under

we ain’t nazis, we ain’t reds

just ordinary people

sick, sick, sick of being mislead