Lletres: Johnny Panic. The Good Fight. The Third Degree.

All my friends are wearing green and brown now
Get up, Get up, Get up now
All my friends are one two quick march now
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up now
You give it away, give it away, give it away
All my friends are working for the crack down

All my friends have dreams of unemployment
Stand up, stand up, stand up now
All my friends have sponsored state enjoyment
Line up, line up, line up now
You sign it away, sign it away, sign it away
Tie your noose tight, tie your noose tight, tie it

Give them the third degree, whoo yeah
Give them the third degree, whoo yeah
Give them the third degree, whoo yeah
Give them the third degreeeee

All my friends are beating on their own team
Get up, get up, get up now
All my friends are dying on the youth scheme
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up now
You give it away, give it away, give it away
Tie your noose tight, tie your noose tight, tie it

Give them the third degree, whoo yeah
Give them the third degree, whoo yeah
Give them the third degree, whoo yeah
Give them the third degree
And I can?t stand it
You can?t stand it
We can?t stand it no more

Give them the third degree, whoo yeah
Give them the third degree, whoo yeah
Give them the third degree, whoo yeah
Give them the third degree, whoo yeah
Give them the third degree, whoo yeah
Give them the third degree, whoo yeah
Give them the third degree, whoo yeah
Give them one for me

(Thanks to Jorgo for these lyrics)