The lemmings push their pens and rush

In hoards of crashing stupor

Towards the farms of Babylon

To scramble mother nature

Where unrelenting drudgery

Is all there is to nurture

And life and death are by consent

And love is for oppression

Welcome to my nightmare

It's the one in which I always press the button



A million tons of printed shit

Come through my door each day

Up to my dick, around my neck

I can't even throw it away

Bills for my shirt, receipts for my soul

With only a momenty to pay

Before the thud of the future

Gives me the shakes

Welcome to my nightmare

It's the one in which I always burn the cakes



In 1649



Just as I light the loaded fire

A space invander lands

It's full of cops and bureaucrats

With bouquets of final demands

And I see my life flash before me again

Slipping through my hands

As the sound of harvest closes in

Swooping - reaping

Welcome to my nightmare

It's the one in which I walk when I'm not sleeping



In thirteen twenty four

The one we've all been waiting for

Nineteen eighty-four



There's a little man left to hold the can

He don't know how and his only plan

Is everlasting life



He beats the street with his plates of meat

In the sandwhich board of his final retreat

Bellowing goodbye



Everyone sees and nobody shares

Everyone knows its the truth that he bears

That the end is nigh



And he stands against the rails at Oxford Circus

Leafleting the souls who keep this pace

That gathers speed and calls itself

The human race



And shadows fight with men of straw

In pockets of derision

While mother checks up on the stars

Denies her intuition

And sends young Julia to school

To learn an empty vision

That's full of paper tiger rats

To pass to her own children

Welcome to my nightmare

I'm the father, son and whole polluted system



In nineteen eighty-four

Nineteen eighty-four

Nineteen eighty-four

The one we've all been longing for

Nineteen eighty-four