The weekend booze-up, out with your mates
   To the Indian restaurant--open til late
   Mugs out of nightclubs, hungry and cold
   Last chance for action before they stagger home
   Work, ties, empty minds.
   Years of lies, dumb and blind
   Caged, bound and ready to ruck
   Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked
   It's easy in numbers to make racist jokes
   ANd you have to prove to everyone you're one of the blokes
   No imagination, never stopped to think
   A lack of respect, a bellyful of drink
   Work, ties, empty minds.
   Years of lies, dumb and blind
   Caged, bound and ready to ruck
   Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked