I can't write
And I can't sing
I can't do anything
I can't read
And I can't spell
I can't even get to hell
I can't luv
And I can't hate
I can't even hesitate
I can't dance
And I can't walk
I can't even try to talk
Freedom tried to strangle me
With my plastic popper beads
But I hit him back
With my pet rat
Yeah I hit him back
With my pet rat
I can't spit
And I can't kick
I can't even be thick
I can't read
And I can't spell
I can't even get to hell
I can't luv
And I can't hate
I can't even hesitate
I can't dance
And I can't walk
I clambered over mounds and mounds
Of polystyrene foam
And fell into a swimming pool
Filled with fairy snow
And watched the world turn day-glo
you know you know
The world turned day-glo you know
I wrenched the nylon curtains back
As far as they would go
And peered through perspex window panes
At the acrylic road
I drove my polypropolene
Car on wheels of sponge
Then pulled into a wimpy bar
To have a rubber bun
The X-rays were penetrating
Through the laytex breeze
Synthetic fibre see-thru leaves
Fell from the rayon trees
I am a cliche
I am a cliche
I am a cliche
I am a cliche
I am a cliche you've seen before
I am a cliche that lives next door
I am a cliche, you know what I mean
I am a cliche, pink is obscene
Yama, yama, yama
Yama, yama, yama
Boredom, boredom
Boring boredom
Yama, yama, yama
Yama, yama, yama
Boredom, boredom
Boring boredom
I don't wanna be? I don't wanna be
A good time girl A good time girl
String you along like I string my pearls
A typical good time girl
A good time girl
A good time girl
A typical good time girl
I don't need no diamonds now
They'd seem like broken glass
I'd never wear a fur
Would seem like stepping into anothers skin
A typical good time girl like me
A good time girl
A good time girl
A typical good time girl (repeat)
I know you're antiseptic
Your deodorant smells nice
I'd like to get to know you
But you're deep frozen like the ice
He's a germ free adolescent
Cleanliness is her obsession
Cleans her teeth ten times a day
Scrub away scrub away scrub away
The S.R. way....
You may get to touch her
If your gloves are sterilised
Rinse your mouth with listerine
Blow disinfectant in her eyes
Her phobia is infection
She needs one to survive
It's her built-in protection
Without fear she'd give up and die
Identity
Is the crisis
Can't you see
Identity identity
When you look in the mirror
Do you see yourself
Do you see yourself
On the t.v. screen
Do you see yourself
In the magazine
When you see yourself
Does it make you scream
When you look in the mirror
Do you smash it quick
Do you take the glass
And slash your wrists
Did you do it for fame
Did you do it in a fit
Did you do it before
I live off you
And the whole world
And you live off me
Lives off of everybody
See we gotta be exploited
See we gotta be exploited
By somebody by somebody
By somebody
The cat eats the rat
While the pimp beats the whore
For more and more
As she just screams out
See we gotta be exploited
By somebody by somebody
See we gotta be exploited
How do you feel now? I want to know
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In my glass of water, I can see your face
How do you feel know? I want to know
Does your love burn like a summer's day
Or is it still on hold in an ice cube tray?
Clear as crystal
How do you feel now? I want to know
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In my glass of water? I can see your face
Winter has passed now, did you ever know?
Is your love forming like the springtime
Or is it still a snowdrop in the snow so fine?
Clear as crystal
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In a glass of water, you can see your face
How do you feel know, I want to know
Now I can see you so crystal clear
Johnny's got an addiction
He's strung out without conviction
He was raised with a microwave
Sticky trashy fast food slave
He's a junk food junky
He could be a lot more spunky hunky
But he's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, you know it's bad
Mother doesn't really know
Shopping in a glossy show
Then again her budget's low
Her health so bad it makes her slow
She's a junk food junky
She's stressed and very jumpy
She's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, we know its bad
Blame it on the food yeah, we know it's bad
Jenny's in a fix
With her arithmetics
Poor concentration
Boys in the classroom cause agitation
She's a junk food junky
She could be a lot more fun
But she's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
You know it's bad
You know it's bad
India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
I'm a pauper bereft of spiritual vision
Looking for a guru such a decision
India, India, India
Clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
I'm a conscious consumer
but there's nothing to consume
Lotus flowers are still in bloom in
India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
India, India
Darling am I
I must be told
Tell me dear
Getting old
Y'know it's a
Million dollar fear
Creep in over here
If lines
Celluloid beauty
She never seems to realise
Age she's so afraid
Age she's not the rage
I know I'm artificial I was reared with appliances But don't put the blame on me The pretty little mask not me In a consumer society When I put on my make-up In a consumer society That's the way a girl should be My existence is illusive The kind that is supported By mechanical resources By existence is illusive By mechanical resources The kind that is supported I wanna be instamatic I wanna be dehydrated I wanna be a frozen pea In a consumer society In a consumer society In a consumer society
Warrior in Woolworth's
Humble he may seem
Behind his servile innocence
He plots and he schemes
He's the rebel on the underground
She's the rebel of the modern town
He's the rebel on the underground
She's the rebel of the modern town
Warrior in Woolworth's
His roots are in today
Doesn't know no history
He threw the past away
Warrior in Woolworth's
Dips on friday nights
Youths meet at Stockwell Tube
1977 and we are going mad
1977 and we're gonna show them all
It's 1977 and we've seen to many ads
That apathy's a drag
My mind is like a plastic bag
That corresponds to all those ads
That is fed in through by ear
I eat kleenex for breakfast
It sucks up all the rubbish
To dry my tears
And use soft hygienic weetabix
My mind is like a switchboard
I dont't know what's going on
With crossed and tangled lines
Contented with confusion
That is plugged into my head
It's the operators job, not mine
I said
My dreams I daren't remember
Or tell you what I've seen
I dreamt that I was hitler
The ruler of the see
The ruler of the universe
The ruler of the supermarkets
Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall I wanna be a slave
To you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Chain-store chain-smoke
I consume you all
Chain-gang chain-mail
I don't think at all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Thrash me crash me
Beat me till I fall
I wanna be a victim
For you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
I am a poseur and I don't care
I like to make people stare
Exhibition is the name
I like to make people stare
I am a poseur and I don't care
Voyeurism is the game
Stereoscopic is the show
Viewing time makes it grow
My facade is just a fake
Shock horror no escape
Characatures are what you breed
Sensationalism for the feed
Overtones can be betrayingEstablishments like a laugh
Anti-art was the start
Highly inflammable
Neurotic tensions
Waiting to explode
I thought you were a man
You thought I was a woman
Risen overflowed
But I was Tinkerbell
And you were Peter Pan
It ain't hip if you are retro
Influenced by the fashion pages
Influenced by other's phrases
You're a pseudo quasi intellectual
Supreme equality
We used to compete
The right to decide
Is denied to the sheep
I thought you were a man
You thought I was a woman
But I was Tinkerbell
I clambered over mounds and mounds
Of polystyrene foam
And fell into a swimming pool
Filled with fairy snow
And watched the world turn day-glo
you know you know
The world turned day-glo you know
I wrenched the nylon curtains back
As far as they would go
And peered through perspex window panes
At the acrylic road
I drove my polypropolene
Car on wheels of sponge
Then pulled into a wimpy bar
To have a rubber bun
The X-rays were penetrating
Through the laytex breeze
Synthetic fibre see-thru leaves
Genetic engineering
Could create an unknown life-force
That could us exterminate
Could create the perfect race
As our subordinated slave
Introducing worker clone
His expertise proficiency
Will surely dig our grave
It's so very tempting
Will he let us exist
When he becomes the creator
Will biologists resist
Bionic man is jumping
Through the television set
He's about to materialise
Warrior in woolworths
Behind his serville innocence
He's the rebel on the underground
He plots and he schemes
Humble he may seem
She's the rebel of the modern town
He's the rebel on the underground
His roots are in today
Warrior in woolworths
She's the rebel of the modern town
Doesn't know no history
Warrior in woolworths
He threw the past away
Weapons rule their livesDips on friday nights
Sophia look like a witch
A beautiful witch is she
Sophia look like a witch
Hidden form in the name of chastity
Sophia wears a crucifix
Christ hung round her neck
Sophia wears a crucifix
Crucifix effect
Sophia lies between black sheets
Between black sheets she rests
Sophia rises while the cock-a-doodle-doos' a calling
And in black robes she's dressed
Sophia look like a witch Sophia look like a witch (repeat)
Sophia rises while the cockerel's mourning
As the sun sets in the West
Sophia is a mother with a child at her breast
We got something don't you know it's true?
We got something don't feel it too?
We got something, we got something to do
Not a mushy line that I'm pushing on you
Just another blue-note sung slightly out of tune
We got something, we got something to do
Prayer for peace, prayer for peace
Prayer for peace.
It may appear that we've been sleeping through our years
And we've been living in an imaginary world
But we know what
We know what we got
And if the choice was your of love eternally
Or destruction of the world by some atomic energy
The you'd know what
You know what we got
Prayer for peace, prayer for peace
Prayer for peace. (repeat)
We got got got, we got got got, we got we got something
We got we got got got, we got got got, we got we got something
Prayer for peace, prayer for peace
Not much difference 'tween a cow and you
Flesh, blood, bones
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
Yours is the hippest hypocritical point of view
Wake up and realise the things that you do
You're busy whipping Hitler cos he gassed so many Jews
You're as guilty of murder - look at what you chew
Everybody's worried 'bout a Third World War
Nuclear annihilation, need I say more?
While you're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
Wake up!
Flesh, blood, bones
Peace on earth and goodwill to all men
The lower species we will condemn
While we're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
She cries like you do
Did you enjoy the party you went to the other night?
No not really not really, no not really at all
I was bored stiff all night.
Did you find anyone you could talk to?
Anyone with a lot to say?
No not really no one, no not one not really
Just a boy who had a fixation on his body all the time.
He wanted to know if I..... he called 'making love'
I said "My dear pubescent adolescent socks
I gave up being shocking when you were getting spots
Pour me a lime and soda and I'll not tell a lie
But I've always been searching for something more sublime."
Did you enjoy did you enjoy at all? (repeat)
Then I met a Prima, Prima Donna Queen
Who wanted to have a sex change cos he thought it would be a scream
Decadence personified daddy's blood runs wild
Half the world is starving mother says, you're a spoilt hung-up child.
Then I met a guy who wanted to die
With a smack crack deathwish his T-shirt said 'Destroy'
I know I'm not this body and I'm just a fallen soul
But you have to serve some time before you get out on parole
Did you enjoy did you enjoy did you enjoy at all? (repeat)
The party's over the party's over
You are just a concept
You are just a dream
Of the new regime
You're just a reflection
You are just a theme
For the sales machine
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
You are just a symbol
You're just another figure
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
Ooo ooo cos they're watching
With yoo ooo
With yoo ooo
You are just a find
You are just a victim
Soon to be a casuality
My mother the cow who still feeds me now is being tortured
Her son the bull who the fields should plough is being slaughtered
The human child in the womb who is never born for being unwanted
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Kali Kali
My mother, the earth, man treats like dirt, her resources being exhausted
Ant-like astronauts, of the human race, scratch and scar the moon's beautiful face
My brother, the sun, he still shines on
He'll continue to shine for some time to come
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Kali Kali
Lamentation Lamentation Lamentation (repeat)
Heavenly Father still waters the grains
Seems like tears fall as it rains
Little boy blue come blow on your horn
The sheeps in the meadow the cows in the corn
Oh sweet friend of mine from an ancient nursery rhyme
From a distant land once upon a time
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
It's dark and eerie
And it's really late
Come on kids don't hesitate
We're going down to the underground
We're going down we're going down
To the underground
Dagger glares from richard hell
The hades ladies are dressed to kill
Tension heightening heating frightening
Thunder rolls as fast as lightening
If you've got the urge
The subterrene is a bottomless pit
Come on let's submerge
The vinyl vultures are after it
Moulten lava sulphur vapours
Smoulder on to obligerate us
If you've got the urge
You know, you know, you know you know you know
I can't go out alone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
What you think is all wrong
'Cos you shouldn't treat a girl like a game of ping-pong
But I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
You may say sweet dreams tonight
Blow me a kiss, well I guess that's alright, that's alright
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
You may say the streets are safe
In these modern days, but I'm not OK
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
Hi chaperone!
I know your antiseptic
Your deodorant smells nice
I'd like to get to know you
You're deep frozen like the ice
-chorus-:
She's a germ free adolescent
Cleanliness is her obsession
Cleans her teeth ten times a day
Scrub away scrub away scrub away
The S.R. way....
You may get to touch her
If your gloves are sterilised
Rinse your mouth with listerine
Blow disinfectant in her eyes
-chorus-
Her phobia is infection
She needs one to survive
It's her built-in protection
Without fear she'd give up and die
-chorus-
She's a germ free adolescent
Cleanliness is her obsession
^^(x4)^^
Cleans her teeth ten times a day
Scrub away scrub away scrub away
Iggy says "I wanna be your dog."
But I want you to be a demigod
Look at my bow wow sitting there
Sniffing scratching without a care
Once upon a lifetime peroxide hair
What a heavy load to bear
What a heavy load to bear
Alcohol, drugs and rock n' roll
Come on doggy doggy let's go for a stroll
Before and after human growl so foul
And now animal and left to howl
A dog in Sweden, a man's best friend
Remember all those trends you set
And now you are a housewive's pet
Sit down bad boy, don't bow wow wow
Drink this milk from the sacred cow
Look at my bow wow sitting there
Sniffing scratching without a care
Once upon a lifetime peroxide hair
What a heavy load to bear
What a heavy load to bear
What no meat?
My bloodthirsty little bow wow
Hypnotised
Another family tree
Remember?
20th Century VIP
You may have been a king
You may have been a queen
You may have been Nehru
I'm sure there were a few smutty little scenes
Smutty little scenes
Hey doggy doggy, hey doggy doggy
Hey doggy doggy, hey hey hey
What a heavy load to bear
Packet of cigarettes on the counter
Carrying a government health warning
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
Why not take paper currency and light it up?
A lower tar content and a quicker puff
Then you could keep the money, you could keep the tax
You could keep the money, you could keep the tax
Fields wasted growing tobacco
Could be used to feed the third world countries
This is the Age of Hypocrisy
Everybody's saying "Vote for me! Vote for me!"
Blind leaders leading the blind
The cheaters and the cheated will you always find
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
The tax, the tax, the tax,
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
But the biggest serial killer is a heart attack
The biggest serial killer is a heart attack
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
But the biggest serial killer is a heart attack
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
But the biggest serial killer .....
The biggest serial killer .....
The biggest serial killer .....
The biggest serial killer .....
I clambered over mounds and mounds
Of polystyrene foam
And fell into a swimming pool
Filled with fairy snow
And watched the world turn day-glo
you know you know
The world turned day-glo you know
I wrenched the nylon curtains back
As far as they would go
And peered through perspex window panes
At the acrylic road
I drove my polypropolene
Car on wheels of sponge
Then pulled into a wimpy bar
To have a rubber bun
The X-rays were penetrating
Through the laytex breeze
Synthetic fibre see-thru leaves
