Inflammable material is planted in my head
It's a suspect device that's left 2000 dead
Their solutions are our problems
On each side time and prime us
And make sure we get fuck all
They play their games of power
They mark and cut the pack
They deal us to the bottom
But what do they put back?
You gotta suss, suss, suss, suss, suss out
They take away our freedom
Why don't they all just clear off
They make us feel indebted
And then they put us through it
It's time the bastards fell
Question everything you're told
Just take a look around you
At the bitterness and spite
Why can't we take over and try to put it right
We're a suspect device if we do what we're told
But a suspect device can score an own goal
I'm a suspect device the Army can't defuse
You're a suspect device they know they can't refuse
We're gonna blow up in their face More from Stiff Little Fingers