Rubber Bullies

This supermarket aircon’s freezing man

I'm feeling like I’m dying

It’s a half hour after midnight

And all the fluoros zapped my appetite

It don’t make choosing easy

I’m waiting for a sign

Some miracle of marketing

To save me from these aisles

Then it’s omega man amnesia

In the narrow night time streets

That capsize in their puddles

With their storm clouds and their sleeps

Discreet wet dreams and nightmares

Seclusion, side by side

The world’s way too connected

And all anybody does is fight

Staging their crypto inquisitions

All in multiple choice, like

Anything that screws you's

Surely sured up by its bulk and

A: Better organised?

B: Better mobilised?

C: Getting monetised?

D: Can’t be criticised?

You better hold on

And get it right

You better hold on

The whole world’s gonna pass you by

Oh how why

Time seems to fly

Oh how why

Life passed me by

Take me on a holiday

Put me on an aeroplane

I wanna BMW

I wanna be immortal in my lifetime too

There's a stone wall ‘round a citadel

There's a city made of glass

Certain pasts want certain futures

Certain futures certain pasts

And there’s a building site on Sesame Street

All party donor-backed

It’s all footlong sub divisions

Built so cheap they won’t outlast

Your disapproval or their doormats

Built by the sycophants

Of plutocrats and idiots big on

Firm handshakes and eye contact

The water pressure’s pitiless and all the restaurants shut by eight

The walls are made of plywood

When they should be armour plate

You better hold on

Its gonna fly

Here comes a letter to the occupant

Here comes the caveat - an eye for an eye

Oh how why

You know the end is nigh

So take me on a holiday

Put me on an aeroplane

Just take me on a holiday

And put me on an aeroplane

Oh how time

Where we going now?

To that terrace over Rio

With a bougainvillea vines

Where the heat finally nailed me

So we stayed the extra night

And then the guard up in the watchtower

Charged with keeping out the fighting

Joked the difference between sexes

All boils down to their handwriting

And when we checked out the next morning

We were on a first name basis

But then he had the kind of features

Where you can’t recall his face

But it wouldn’t have been that much later he saw God’s

‘Cause he died staring up the nostrils

Of a UPP shotgun

He couldn’t hold on

He couldn’t fly

Wrong place wrong time is something of an understatement

The world went passed him by

Oh how why

Time seems to fly

Oh how why

Where we going now?