Roll up roll up to the land of dreams. We weave and spin a web of fantasy. We touch on the pain and fear... Then whisk you back to the consumer world. Touch the surfaces smooth the veneer, While three-quarters of the world starves. What do you care? The glitter continuing to glitter The tinsel showers and Tinkerbell Waves the magic wand. Sell sell buy buy. You know the name of the game.....
All right Jack sitting on the fence
They sit on the fence Real people stand against and say They have the best intention Just a rip-off trick it’s always hip To keep in with dissension And if an arms dealer is the record boss The record labels can run ’em at a loss It’s money well spent to control the dross What they don’t break gets bent..... John
All right Jill sitting on the fence
The people are fooled by the parasites Who mindlessly entertain And take rich pickins From the bombed out crowds Who’ve paid to bury their pain While the clowns in the pantomime Don’t give a toss and sing about fucks And fads and loss Sliding around in a genital froth Our world slips down the drain
That’s really really wonderful Well off the wall That’s really really marvellous Sitting on the fence Really terrific well out to lunch That really is a buzz sitting on the fence
Preening and posing in a life of pretence In a cynical mockery of caring Well you can’t see a turd in a barrel of shit If that’s their idea of sharing Yeah peace is in so dump an old track Buy a little cred with the Greenham pack The biz is keen to kill or catch As the people cream they’re cheering
All right Jack. All right Jill The pen is mighty and looks can kill All right Jack. All right Jill In one hand a gift in the other a bill
We’ve seen their best and we’re not impressed So let’s get priorities straight A hamper from Harrods and the patronising gestures Ain’t gonna change the state While the people who care are prepared to act The pantomime clowns keep the system intact Shamming a commitment they so obviously lack The love they sing is hate..... fakes
All right Jack shit on the fence All right Jill shit on the fence
But the fence the fence is owned by America Sit on the fence owned by America They make no pretence it’s owned by America Jack and Jill on the fence it’s owned by America
On their side American troopers and bombs On our side the trash and consumer cons We’ve been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed But the spirit is untouched..... look out...
Smash the Mac smash the Mac Smash the Mac smash the big Mac
Bronco burgers burnt out brain Sterile fat deadly rain Chemical colours Kentucky creams Cut your teeth on American... dreams
Stickin chicken American grains Licking shittin American reigns Kiddies fit in American trains Bombs tick in American... Planes
Smash the Mac You’re on your back Smash the Mac til it won’t come back
American tourist American free Two week tour in misery A good museum but a stinking home The natives hang on the rotten backbone
America owns America wins Comes in packets bottles tins Blinds our eyes fills our ears It’s been our soul for twenty... years
Smash the Mac American tack Smash the Mac smash the big Mac Smash the Mac make it crack Smash the Mac smash the big Mac
We stand among your war machines Looking for the light Squaddies grunts and filth sip pepsi- cola wait to fight... The bricks of our world That you cover in plastic Will sail through your plate-glass windows E.T. go home... E.T. go home... Mickey Mouse fuck off.