No other fuck is gonna do it for you, so you've got to do it yourself. And if you worry about what people are gonna say or think about you, then you better forget it now because whatever you do, they're going to slake you off and criticize you into the ground. It's so fucking comfortable in their neat, trendy outfits. There's no reason for them to care as they sit there sipping their tea in their room. Bollocks. They don't want us causing waves on their calm waters; they don't want to think about anything, they don't want to deal with anything. They numb themselves with TV, space out on coke and dope, wall themselves in with their wealth and possessions, then put us down from their fucking ivory towers. They don't want the shit at the bottom of their barrel to be exposed. They don't want their fucking lives brought to the surface. They know its shit, and I know it's shit, and you know it's shit. We all know its shit. But they won't admit to themselves that all the fun the have, all the style they've got, is just the same old shit covered with a layer of talcum powder. nnWell the only criticism of that was the 'bollocks'. Do you prefer it as an aside? Steve?nWhat, the 'bollocks'?nYou, just sort of like 'bollocks...’ like that, sort of rather than, you know, sort of slightly, you know, more shove-off one.nYeah...I thought it sort of, worked better that way. The bollocks, you know... But I mean, just drop the bollocks in?n(laughter)nYou wanna do it again then? Ready?nnThey don't want the shit at the bottom of their barrel to be exposed. They don't want their crappy lives brought to the surface. They know its shit, and I know its shit, and you know its shit. We all know its shit. But they won't admit to themselves that all the fun the have, all the style they've got, is just that same old shit covered with a layer of talcum powder. nnThis pepper...this pepper smells like shit.n