In rags in their normal place
Where diesel machines roar by
Pale dawnat the scrapyard gates
Fast food parks and hardware mines
Not smiling or frowning they
The shades on the fringe of town
Unpaididlelending shape
To the gravity which they say
Has dragged this country down
This beautiful country down
Close off the backstreetsno-one goes
Bring on the icethe game-shows: brain-blister
The bigger the roadside crowd
The denser the gameshow cloud
There's nothing on that churning screen
Just nonsense that might mean:
"like it? good. no? tough!
Pen them in and shut them up
Slow marcheyes right
Save all your revolution for your saturday night!"
[(your curse)? ]
You earn but you feel oppressed
The armour could do with a test
Why not betray your lover's trust?
Go ahead and push it until it bursts
You're back on the streets again
No armourno dreamsno friends
The worst pain is behind the eyes
Where the killer of futures hidesstill hides
They've closed the backstreetsyou can't hide
If you feel bravejust step outside
Where all tomorrows stink the same
Where night vibrates with cries of:
Brain-blister
Wellwe laughed till dawn about the coming hell
[...? ]
We learned to live without rest or hope
But [you'll? ] never admit we live a joke
The patient is fading fast
Ohbut ignore itit's just an act
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