City Zen citizens walking past   Head down heading for   Nowhere fast   Keeping ahead   Keep business busy   Making bizarre schemes   To make us dizzy   Now I don't know   What's right or wrong   I'm too rapped up   In philosophical song   But we can offer our guidance   Proffer our suss   A stepping stone to   A collective consciousness   No ID cards! No poll tax!   When you score own goals   You need new backs   We've no time for brackets   Or boxes or cages   You're listening to   The rock of ages      Caught you on the dancefloor   Trousers down! Dancing to the   Ugliest sound around   >From City Zen to the powers   That be, you got   T.R.O.U.B.L.E.