Ironing your war-like panties As a perfect display Waiting for the next riot Chilling on the sofa Two-faced but hidden behind your silk scarf Won't show your perfect white teeth to the media Btu give them this newly manicured finger Try to make me believe You're sick of this unfair existence But unfair for whom? Certainly not for you! As far as I can see You're daddy's punk On his Sunday revolution As far as you're concerned When the time to run has come Get your gold-plated ass As quick as you can In the warmth of daddy's home