Joe Public Lyrics

Joe Public in a overcoat
A smile on his face and his fingers down your throat
Making you sick with his victory salute
'V's up for England' - or does he mean 'Fuck 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 your 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 goin' 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You represent a public whose views are out of date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