Tired bored sad people, tired sad lives cars on endless roadways endless shopfronts with endless lies Even the winners, even the punters, tight lipped packages, it's bad imagine a revolution could deal with anything so sad It's all set up so you do it Not let up so you make it All arranged so you have it All enclosed so you won't it Set in little pockets of Separated by Crushed for product in a rich passion Relative ration for the ration Tear a bit, a bit, cause a little pain a contribution then they build it up again Fool yourself thinking it's a belief When all the it's just another light relief Oh psychological stunt You really feel it when you're up at the front It doesn't really matter where the hell it's As long as everybody has the hot flowing.... Excitement and thrills, put off the ills frills, docility pills New Wave, splash in the Real music by dan Tired old discos, shame Soddern modern christ, again the machine Crank up the We're just we seem Know I mean? But no-one can out the last five years There's other ways of living in supergloo pairs Marry me Fuck off, creep! Tired and lonely, on the cheap plan it, but now we're very happy Another poor fucker drowns in its and bollocks and fun and farts Hit the fantasy and come up the charts Treat people shit and that's what you get