Mind Bomb

I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head

Checking out the rumour that I meant just what I said

They've drawn so many chalk lines that I may as well be dead

On the blackboard, on the pavement, but I won't eat what I'm fed - what I'm fed

I've seen the public access but they wouldn't let me in

Conformity has dress code and I'm two stone overthin

And anyhow the chances are they wouldn't let me in

Presumptions give the innovator no chance to begin

It's either "Be one step ahead" or "Keep up with the rest"

There's so many messages telling me they know what's best

I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head

I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head

They've opened up the corridors and left the doors ajar

With anoraks and plastic bags the consumer can go far

Ashtrays fill and pinballs tilt to emphasise the scars

Of a society raised on promises, falling back on credit cards - credit cards

So let's go on a cathode raid and steal some empty minds

Fill 'em full of hopes and dreams and call it leisure time

There's a guy who's got no T.V. and we've got him on the line

Stay detuned for further progress, here's a few things you can buy - you can buy

I've strolled across the empty roads as pedestrians stare

At lights to turn from red to green, to get from there to there

Billboard faces mock attention given unaware

Reliance on subliminals and a defiance of being scared

And there's a token comic strip at the bottom of the page

It isn't very funny but we're laughing anyway

Smiles are hard to come by when the picture starts to fade

And someone's favourite punchline is another person's wage

It's either 'Be one step ahead' or 'Keep up with the rest'

There's so many messages telling me they know what's best

I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head

I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head

I've thought in terms of relaxation, giving things a rest

Cos the constant realisation leaves presumptions in a mess

But every turn in the situation seems to be a test

A dotted line for the mind to sign away its intellect - but not me not yet

The altered state of reality that's printed screened and said

Is feeding time for the mind that knows of nothing else instead

Keen to kill the essential will of refusing to be fed

I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head - knocking on my head