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