Roll up roll up to the land of dreams.

We weave and spin a web of fantasy.

We touch on the pain and fear...

Then whisk you back to the consumer world.

Touch the surfaces smooth the veneer,

While three-quarters of the world starves.

What do you care?

The glitter continuing to glitter

The tinsel showers and Tinkerbell

Waves the magic wand.

Sell sell buy buy.

You know the name of the game.....



All right Jack sitting on the fence



They sit on the fence

Real people stand against and say

They have the best intention

Just a rip-off trick it’s always hip

To keep in with dissension

And if an arms dealer is the record boss

The record labels can run ’em at a loss

It’s money well spent to control the dross

What they don’t break gets bent..... John



All right Jill sitting on the fence



The people are fooled by the parasites

Who mindlessly entertain

And take rich pickins

From the bombed out crowds

Who’ve paid to bury their pain

While the clowns in the pantomime

Don’t give a toss and sing about fucks

And fads and loss

Sliding around in a genital froth

Our world slips down the drain



That’s really really wonderful

Well off the wall

That’s really really marvellous

Sitting on the fence

Really terrific well out to lunch

That really is a buzz sitting on the fence



Preening and posing in a life of pretence

In a cynical mockery of caring

Well you can’t see a turd in a barrel of shit

If that’s their idea of sharing

Yeah peace is in so dump an old track

Buy a little cred with the Greenham pack

The biz is keen to kill or catch

As the people cream they’re cheering



All right Jack. All right Jill

The pen is mighty and looks can kill

All right Jack. All right Jill

In one hand a gift in the other a bill



We’ve seen their best and we’re not impressed

So let’s get priorities straight

A hamper from Harrods and the patronising gestures

Ain’t gonna change the state

While the people who care are prepared to act

The pantomime clowns keep the system intact

Shamming a commitment they so obviously lack

The love they sing is hate..... fakes



All right Jack shit on the fence

All right Jill shit on the fence



But the fence the fence is owned by America

Sit on the fence owned by America

They make no pretence it’s owned by America

Jack and Jill on the fence it’s owned by America



On their side American troopers and bombs

On our side the trash and consumer cons

We’ve been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed

But the spirit is untouched..... look out...



Smash the Mac smash the Mac

Smash the Mac smash the big Mac



Bronco burgers burnt out brain

Sterile fat deadly rain

Chemical colours Kentucky creams

Cut your teeth on American... dreams



Stickin chicken American grains

Licking shittin American reigns

Kiddies fit in American trains

Bombs tick in American... Planes



Smash the Mac You’re on your back

Smash the Mac til it won’t come back



American tourist American free

Two week tour in misery

A good museum but a stinking home

The natives hang on the rotten backbone



America owns America wins

Comes in packets bottles tins

Blinds our eyes fills our ears

It’s been our soul for twenty... years



Smash the Mac American tack

Smash the Mac smash the big Mac

Smash the Mac make it crack

Smash the Mac smash the big Mac



We stand among your war machines

Looking for the light

Squaddies grunts and filth sip pepsi-

cola wait to fight...

The bricks of our world

That you cover in plastic

Will sail through your plate-glass windows

E.T. go home...

E.T. go home...

Mickey Mouse fuck off