Diet Of Riot

A steady diet of shit
You think don't hurt a bit
'Til all those tv calories
Have turned your brain into cheese
Just a neat commercial wheeze
To keep you on your knees
So when the rioters turn up
You just won't give a fuck
Your society ain't Big
When all you can ever give
Is not one single lousy damn
About the fate of some poor man
Who runs your local store
You can pretend that he ain't poor
As you watch his stuff fly out the door

Every boy wants to play ball
Every girl can be a star
Just like Lady Fuckin' Gaga
Idolized and overpaid
Don't want to learn a trade

Designer shite in rows
Shoved underneath yr nose
All those little luxuries
The things that you deserve
Gonna get me some of those
Gotta have me some of these
Gratify my needs
On credit if you please
And if it seems i can't afford
Guess I'll just ignore
The fact that I am poor

Learn my lesson from tv
Where the ads appeal to me
Aquire the very latest thing
So long as it is bling

Let's stop and search
To further the research
As to how society
Can pretend that it is free

It's ok to rip folk off
If you can do it from the top
Bankers bonuses ain't loot
Foot's on the other boot
Kicking in the ATM
They'll swear it wasn't them
The grey expenses men
Who took all while they could
Who got when getting was good
But kids can still aspire
To sublimate desire

While the advertising is
Still showin 'em the things
That they can never have
Unless the go and grab
And the tv shows abound
Where every spiv & every clown
Thinks the greatest thing to be
Is famous on TV
There ain't no big society
Who wants to be a millionaire
When you can get your share
From looting Albert Square

30 grand a week
To kick a ball between 2 feet
A recording deal's a breeze
For a million if you please
And if my instant fame
Seems like some cynical game
Don't disrespect my name

As above then so below
Guess this just all goes to show
We reap just what we sow