You sit up there deciding my future

What the fuck do you think you are

Changing buses and raising taxes

Changing things as you please

You want me to take part of it

Like all the people

And you want to swallow me

But you might get indigestion 'cause

I'm going to be your Number one enemy

If you like white, I'll be black

If you like black, I'll be yellow

If you like rational, I'll be impossible

If you like reasonable, I'll be insane

If you like peace and flowers

I'm going to carry knives and chains

I'm going to be your Number one enemy

All for the hell of it

Give me ten and I'll take hundreds

Give me hundreds, I'll need thousands

Never mind what you think

Never mind what people say

Don't try to be nice to me

'Cause I'm your enemy

Don't be inflexible

because I''l go to kill

I'm going to be your Number one enemy

All for the hell of it

Put the cheddar in the pocket

Put the rest under the jacket

I’ll talk to the cashier, he won't suspect

And if he does….

Do a runner

Do a runner

Do a runner

Do a runner

Ten quid for the lot

We pay fuck all

Babylonian won't lose much

And we'll have dinner tonight

Do a runner

Do a runner

Do a runner

Do a runner

The bastard is trying to watch us through the mirrors and TV

But they're not gonna catch us

'Cause we're gonna gonna gonna run run run

Do a runner

Do a runner

Do a runner

Do a runner

Run

Ten quid for the lot

We pay fuck all

Babylonian won't lose much

And we'll have dinner tonight

Do a runner

Newtown where everybody goes around

sniffing Televisina or taking Footballina

Newtown Newtown

Newtown Newtown ( X3)

Gimme another fix

Gimme another fix

If not I'll go sick

I'll go sick

I'll be sick

( Music Break)

Gimme another fix

Gimme another fix

If not I'll go sick

I'll go sick

I'll be sick

Morning papers will bring you something flash

Make your bones shake and keep busy your mind

Newtown Newtown

Newtown Newtown ( X3)

Oh oh Gimme another fix

Oh oh Gimme another fix

If not I'll go sick

I'll go sick

I'll be sick sick sick sick

Morning papers, Mr. Simpson is a Big Ben freak”

Sniffing Punctualina or taking Clockaina

Newtown Newtown

Newtown Newtown ( X3)

( Music Break)

Oh, oh Gimme another fix

I, I, I need another fix

If not I'll go sick

I'll be sick

I'll be sick

Newtown

Newtown downtown,

Bum around, feeling down

Reggae songs coming out

Football crowds all around

Dropping PC late at night

Kids are waiting for a fight

Newtown

I live in a town with a hundred lights around,

my head is like a radio set,

I'm waiting to hear what program is next.

What program is next? (FM)

Frequent Mutilation transmits over the air,

serving for the purpose

of those who want you to fear.

They say it's all right, but suspicion creeps in

my nightmares don't project my dreams

I can't but wonder what's feeding my screen.

What's feeding my screen? (FM)

Frequent Mutilation transmits over the air,

serving for the purpose

of those who want you to fear.

Thousand nights of confusion wedged in my mind

breaking down another illusion,

today's transmission will give me the solution.

Frequent Mutilation transmits over the air,

serving for the purpose

of those who want you to fear.

Passion that shouts

and red with anger

I lost myself

Through alleys of mysteries

I went up and down

like a demented train.

(Chorus)

Don’t take it personal

I choose my own fate

I follow love

I follow hate.

Searching for something

that makes hearts move.

I found myself.

But my best possession

walked into the shade

and threatened to drift away.

Full of myself

I left you behind as if I could.

Possessed by Quixote’s Dream

went to fight dragons

in the land of concrete.

(Chorus)

Don’t take it personal

I choose my own fate

I follow love

I follow hate.

Rolling in pain

Discovered what hurts

and tasted hell.

Infatuated by madness

I danced in flames

and drunk in the depths of love.