This shameless rock and roll It's been living on my back If it's what you do with it That really counts Well we'll soon find out Won't we now Oooo Well I've been worried sick here Flashcards of terror from the past Tragic data, infograph, oh it's just All so sad Seeing that we've been had I need some soothers for the soul And a couple for the road 'cus if it's all heading south Then why hang about? And hope that They'll figure something out No, hand me that whistle now I've got this shameless rock and roll It's been living on my back If it's what you do with it That really counts Well we'll soon find out Won't we now Just about lost it at the hotel Really thought I was checking out She says her life feels like a room that she Forgot the reason she walked into And there's a world I wanna fix, but it's too thick He says 'I know, I'm so confused, What fateful ruse have I got myself into?' Well birds of a feather Shit themselves together And if ever there were one true way That I could be of some use to you I'd hole up and write some somber songs that you might hum the tune to Infinite lives could have been right Might not be this one... But it might.

Living like a sailor With your eyes Marooned in the great big blue And just lay there Watching memes on mute 'cus I'm immune to the news, well wait, I'm confused Am I really amused or just some corporate sluice? Are we catered? And do you mind? I take my communion with a pinch of truth Sticks to me like glue Living on the axis of distraction With your face in the glow Ooooo give me love and interaction People and places I used to know Well I get chills And I can't sit still information These pantomime villains and TV creeps Who set the sails Now I can't bop for free Get me sponsored Oh please, someone, save me a seat up on the beach aw struth! Living on the axis of distraction With your face in the glow Ooooo give me love and interaction People and places I used to know

Oh when the last living bureaucrat hangs up his hat, clears his history, closes tabs, forwards emails to the thermostat ( you can leave that tricky business to the machines now, they'll have it all figured out, before you can say... ) What's that sound? ooo oo ooooooooo There's someone at the door, it's the inquisitor he's looking miserable - wants to know how he's wasted so much time on someone else's life And when he finally relocates into a permanent state of happy days and no complaints, no bendy laws or greedy hands to shake no shady business for the poor sod now a thousand seasons in the sun - oh wait, the technostate has him undone with a ooo oo oooooooo There's someone at the door you would not answer though the lady wants to know why she's been fighting someone else's war no one told her what for Oh when the last living bureaucrat hangs up his hat and offers up the holy stats to a cloud based judgement automat, a couple minutes while she check the facts... bleep blop bliplopilp hmmmmm.... blipiplopip Tell me then, were we really that bad? And is this doomsday fad really coming to pass? She just asks why we wasted so much time in all our tiny lives 'I think you're dumb and you're evil and your world is deranged Utterly lost inside your brains Full of shame, and yet obsessed with fame. And why do you bother getting so irate? You are all dying anyway. What difference could any of you make? And all that smoke and waste A tragic waste of space A fickle, useless race." Then she starts laughing and just self destructs ('HAHAHAHAHAH') * kabloom * And he just brushes up Heads for retirement. 'Ah well!'

Dumb. Just looking for somewhere fun to be But as far as the eye can see There are no vacancies, there are no vacancies So I'm stumped Irreversable lump of human me Elastic seatbelt still hugs me From the car that night you told me 'I believe in you, Go follow your dreams' ( All alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone) But dreams can be selfish I see now there's now way to explain this So you can't be blamed From now on it's Two humans in a bed Each living in their head Chasing one another to their death Are you happy in yourself? Sans-physician mental health you've been keeping to yourself No, I don't feel so well And the house you're living in all your trinkets, all your things. Like a dog when no one's in: Unobserved Are you happy in yourself? Where do you keep your private hell? Am I healthy? I can't tell Oh if I could be someone else Just for ten minutes Are you lucid, can you see, in the future, we'll be free in the future, all there'll be No hope, no vacancies Dumb. Born to run. You of the door is always open generation You can do anything if you have the patience But you don't. And you can't. So then, Life has just arrived You pull the car into the drive Take the bags into the kitchen Draw the curtains Hit the lights And just for a second, you hesitate as you remember what it used to feel like

You never asked to be born You were just lumped down here and told it was sacred And, here are some lines to stay inside of Well if your skin's stuck here but your mind is a mile off No bother, You can come and live with me Fuck them, come and live with me I love those quiet people Who make the room feel small, politeness a science Go on and fight your war of kindness And if they make you feel small for your hope or your shyness Well you can come and live with me. Fuck them, come and live with me.