He goes out at night with his big boots on
None of his friends know right from wrong
They kick a boy to death 'cos he don't belong
You've got to humanise yourself
Policeman put on this uniform
He'd like to have a gun just to keep him warm
Because violence here is a social norm
You've got to humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
I work all day at the factory
I'm building a machine that's not for me
There must be a reason that I can't see
You've got to humanise yourself
Billy's joined the National Front
He always was a little runt
Got his hand in the air like other cunts
You've got to humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
I work all day at the factory
I'm building a machine that's not for me
There must be a reason that I can't see
You've got to humanise yourself
Policeman put on this uniform
He'd like to have a gun just to keep him warm
Because violence here is a social norm
You've got to humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Re-humanise yourself
Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner, Stewart Armstrong Copeland
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