I sit and stare Haven't got a prayer Anticipating a future filled with despair Deep underground Amongst the crowd A hateful venom of which I am proud Kissing you with my fists Spurred on by these sounds Composure found By these restraints no longer am I bound Like those before Also implored To eradicate those that they too abhor Kissing you with my fists This urge to fight within me starts to spread Subliminal messages infect my head Songs of Weeping and The Hamburger Lady And Myra Hindley and Ian Brady Throbbing Gristle will make me assault mankind An audio weapon, a hate intensified It's them To blame Not me Kissing you with my fists Amongst the crowd On London's Underground Listening still, I sit and stare them out Pulling to my stop This is where I get off Leaving behind my fantasy of those who get the chop Kissing you with my fists