Tired bored sad people, tired bored sad lives Endless cars on endless roadways, 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 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 holyheld 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 it's 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, shame 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. Thank you, good evening and good night! You're a wonderful audience!