The voice at the box had finally lost Years of frustration in a drunk night of passion And declared in confession To the nearest professional Guilt control
Here in the criminal justice act It says it's illegal to even react By marching against the sudden new lack Of freedom of movement, assembly, and that
I see the rubble alongside the river and shout "It's time we started looking again!" We seen it before, except then it was standing Seen the demolition
We're feeding on facts, we're feeding on fiction Feeding cos we need to eat Supplying our minds with information But half of it is incomplete They used
Do you know what you are eating? Oh! fill me up with food The stomach's ringing hunger bells Sometimes anything will do Beware the wind that coke can
Swindon town going down Another division today With the introduction of 'Mondex' cards Personality on display Out with those tiresome coins and notes
You'll never make the charts - charts - if you sing about repression Cos pretending to be in control - in control - is a national obsession Even when
How now the rose in red and pink and white Its petals soft as blades of metal Melting in the noontime rays And frosted cold again at night How now the
Wind blows strongly in its rush to arrive In your face for as long as you like or hate it We place ourselves either for or against And then later on
Up in the morning, out of the block Into the office it's down to the boss Up, down and sideways, straight across Who sets the motion? Who gets the job
Be as honest as you can be Question orders, accept ideas Make a meal of what you're eating Don't be scared of social fears Oh that's what Charlie said
Sometimes Something good Needs understating to be understood Needs towing back from the cliche status That empties meaning from the phrases Used so often
