"Problem Solved" Lyrics

We don't ask for a lot but we get even less,
Dirty child playing in a rubbish dump dress,
Rich in heart but poor in practice,
Always last in your perfect rat race,
Always last in your perfect rat race.
Please kind sir spare a tuppence for me,
This isn't a cry for sympathy,
Homeland wasteland, desecrated trashcans,
Disgust and hatred smile on your face,
Cos we're always last in your perfect rat race.

Sorry sights, statutory rights,
All go with the same old way of life,
Sticks and stones, rags and bones,
All the trouble and the strife.

Don't want to think about it,
Don't want to talk about it,
No need to know about it,
PROBLEM SOLVED.

Don't want to think about it,
Don't want to talk about it,
No need to know about it,
PROBLEM SOLVED.

Long lost outcast society,
Of people who ain't free to be free,
Tell stories of the things we've seen,
Disgust your children with obscenities,
Of the tales of all the places that we've been.