Tired bored sad people, tired bored sad lives

Endless cars on endless roadways endless shopfronts with endless lies

Even the winners, even the punters, tight lipped packages, think it's bad

Can't imagine a revolution could deal with anything so sad

It's all set up so you can't do it

Not 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

Separated by regulation

Crushed for product in a rich man's passion

Relative ration for the ration nation

Tear a bit, smash a bit, cause a little pain

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

It doesn't really matter where the hell it's going

As long as everybody has the hot blood flowing....



Excitement and thrills, Will put off the ills

Radical frills, docility pills

New Wave, splash in the plan

Real music by dildo dan

Tired old discos, shame balam

Soddern modern christ, futurists again

Play the machine

Crank up the dream

We're just what we seem

Know what I mean?



But no-one can wipe out the last five years

There's other ways of living than in supergloo pairs

Marry me darling? Fuck off, creep!

Tired and lonely, life on the cheap

Didn't plan it, but now we're very happy

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