No Quality Control.

Soul to Soul, they say it's "Coal Not Dole"
Look at those people living in yesterday,
Unworthy men who cannot hold a pen,
How dare they , whilst I'm on benefits,
Sit and smoke in a public place ( which is now against the law)
No Quality Control.
A phrase they learnt , like a tattoo burnt,
Upon a skin that has nothing within.
Soul to Soul, No Quality Control.
I cannot save or be responsible,
For these men who have nothing to offer.
But then I say, and so do they ( I am sure),
You am wrong, I is right,
I am bright and I will fight,
Today, tomorrow and tonight.
'Cos Soul to Soul and Coal not Dole,
No Quality Control.