The Great Escape

You were born with football boots and a sun tan complexion

You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made

You shrugged and smiled and made the usual excuses

You suffered small abuses, and settled for their pay

You want to learn to live like earnerest the crat (an aristocrat)

You bought your girlfriends earrings well that soon put paid to that

and if the whole world came crashing, down around your ears

You could dream of stuck old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers

You cashed in your cards now you want to buy some glamour

You really are enamoured, with that new soap on a rope

A thousand fat comedians came in disguised as clerics

They got you in histerics, and walked off with your soul

and with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get your flag and wave

Well I saw you on TV grinning at the motorcade

Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, string them up like drapes

So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the great escape

You hung around to long, your mother read your letters

You grinned like a go-getter, come and got and gone

The time the morning slips, blends into your wallpaper

and once you could escape her, but where did you go wrong

and your fathers at the factory that makes money seeling guns

To fight the wars that spends the lives of all the peoples sons

Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, and we'll string them up like drapes

So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the great escape

You were born with football boots and a sun tan complexion

You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made

You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made