Out of It

Spirits roam in no-man's land
between the trenches in the country's liver
in a love forsaken drinking trough captain cuthbert cadaver quivers
Over the top and out of hand the red and white eyed army slithers
to cop the toxic misanthropic myopic murdoch machine
I didn't know where i was but i knew
where i was wasn't it get me out of it
In the eggy bacon bubble and beans all day every day breakfast cafe
Where greasy bse numbers slumber and hormone moan in the food chain
i'll have battery acid chicken
burgers in planet ketchup wrapped in the sun
and formaldehyde and seek a life and then microwave bye-bye
I didn't know where i was but i knew
where i was wasn't it get me out of it
Nintendo nation sega say ga-ga i lead my
bride down the aisle of the crappy shopper
We're going to fulfil all our dreams we're
off our trolleys and we're loading them up
Loading them up loading them up loading them up
With jammie dodgers and custard creams
I didn't know where i was but i knew
where i was wasn't it get me out of it