Regulations

Work all day, work all night
Everything's a fucking fight
Right to play, a right to pay
Who the fuck else gets to have a say?

Forward thinking, backwards leaning
Regulation It's demeaning
A scandal if I handle it
Hostility, if it's not for me

I don't want it

We can't fuck with discretion
Unless it's coming from you
We can't fuck for pleasure
Unless it's coming from you
We can't change our mind
That's up to you
If we can't afford leisure
We don't deserve the pleasure
We'll get fucked - class war
We'll get fucked passed tents
We'll get fucked past tense
And it's coming from you

Forward thinking, backwards leaning
Regulation It's demeaning
A scandal if I handle it
Hostility, if it's not for me

Fury is too delicate of a word
All that's left is warfare

I don't think I like you
I don't think I like you