tired bored sad people, tired bored sad lives   endless cars on endless roadways past 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   well it?s all set up so you can?t do it   no let up so you don?t make it   and 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 holy held 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   and it doesn?t really matter where the hell we?re 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 pan   real music by dildo dan   tired old discos, sham 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   so 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.