Don't need the everlasting trade expansion

Don't need the cold white heroin breath

Don't need Pizzarro or the Inquisition

No berserk worship of a hero's death

Don't need reactionary politicians

Don't need the gunfight at the O.K.

Don't need no Reverend Paisley hate-masturbation

Don't need no Jihad or no IRA



We need to put our hearts together

Set up a rhythm in combination

And if we put our hearts together

We get a rhythm that will shake creation



Who needs supremacy of pink people

There's no such thing as a pure racial strain

It takes all colours to make a rainbow

Takes every part to make a working brain

The whole of history is a growing together

If you want pure, you're gonna have caves again

Anyway who needs a geek like the Grand Dragon

So full of shit his breath makes acid rain



We need to...



Woman-in-kitchen, man-in-palace

Worshipping the performance of the phallus

Gaming for power till their hearts grow callous

As if a human's just an animal with malice

Limp lance, phallocrat, finger on the trigger

God ahead and stay small while everything gets bigger

It's a bully's game and I don't want to play

Why don't you think about the better way



We need to