Texty:
Subhumans Time Flies Rats

And if I went for a walk I'd get my head kicked in Cos looking like a punk is some fucking sin All this boredom, all this drink All the times I've tried

I'm not a machine made of plastic parts I got a brain but I ain't got a heart Ain't got a name I been dead for years But now I'm alive with my new ideas

and categorize to keep ourselves divided We are all individuals not the images provided [Chorus] Labels are a subtle way of keeping us in line Divided by conformity we waste away our time

boring She gets sad and so depressed Hears her doctor smugly tell her "Take these pills and get some rest" But she takes it one step further Parents rescue her in time

When the people of the country have forgotten how to disagree And the national economy is said to be OK And the wages that you get will help you to forget

played the whole thing down Said there was nothing to worry about The rats have all gone underground But we'll be back again next time round