You're only one fad away from being retro   You're only one drug away from liking techno   You're only one glasses of pair from dyslexia   You're only one Cleo mag from anorexia      You're only five yards from a fuckwit      You're only one download from this song's copyright   You're only one Tim Tam away from cellulite   You're only one phone call from captaining the Aussie side   You're only one lifestyle show from suicide   You're only one station from John Laws' shit   You're only one labotomy from believing it.      You're only one tabloid press from a lynch mob   You're only one acting role from a real job   You're only one strip of flesh from your bones   You're only one species away from Alan Jones.      You're only one small speck in space   You're only one life, soon erased   Be there none left on Eath but you    One thing will still remain true: