endless cars on endless roadways
endless shopfronts with endless lies
can't imagine a revolution could deal with anything so sad
well it's all set up so you can't do it
no let up so you don't make it
all arranged so you can't have it
all enclosed so you won't take it
set in little pockets of isolation
crushed for product in a rich man's passion
relative ration for the ration nation
that's a contribution then they build it up again
fool yourself thinking it's a holyheld belief
when all the time it's just another light relief
oh boredom psychological stunt
you never really feel it when you're up at the front
and it doesn't really matter where the hell it's going
as long as everybody has the hot blood flowing
but no-one can wipe out the last five years
so there's other ways of living than in supergloo pairs
marry me darling? fuck off
another poor fucker drowns in its nappy
bakunin and bollocks and fun and farts
hit the right fantasy and come up the charts
treat people like shit and that's what you get. thank you
good evening and good night!
you're a wonderful audience!