GBH - Rumblin' underground

Broken glass is everywhere, crunchin' underfoot,the windswept streets preparing for the flood.A priest with a bible is doing all the plugs,jobs now are seconary to sex and drugs.Honesty is our only weapon,walls come tumbling down.There's a panic in the West,and there's a rumblin' underground.Sniff the air it only brings a stench of the Neu Smell.Faceless icebergs burnin' down in Hell."Don't worry son you know you'll go far",Daddy's gonna' buy you a brand spanking new guitar.Sometimes I think the whole world's against me,somethimes I think I'm gonna' win.In the depths of the quagmire,the only thing is never to give in.Subterranean vibrations as the masses start to rise.Pseudo zombies can't believe their eyes.Light a fire in our hearts, things begin to boil,energy comes draining down, soaking through the soil.