There's an SOS of real distress   Baby, tears at the best address   Ambulance chasers won't confess   Sun comes up and you're stuck      The ones and the zeros are flushing your pores   You've been flamed in the dark and you're feeling sore   The dripfeed rattle lures the innocent cattle   It's the only job around      Yeah, I know spirit of the age is coming home      A 747 is landing on your head   A hand reaches out and you find you're dead   Scared of the tarot and scared of the score   But you went in deep 'cause you needed more      But karma is a boomerang and here it comes again   Feels like the country is a going 'round the bend      There were a few blue singlets at the garage sale   But no one was cheering at the treasures they were clearing   Desperate fictions are in my book   Howl of the dashboard culture that shook      But karma is a boomerang and here it comes again   Feels like the country's just a going 'round the bend      Yeah, I know spirit of the age is coming home