Roll up, up, to the land of dreams. We weave and a web of fantasy. We on the pain and fear..... Then whisk you to the consumer world. the surfaces smooth the veneer, While three-quarters of the starves. do you care? The continuing to glitter The showers and Tinkerbell the magic wand. Sell buy buy. You know the of the game.....
All right Jack on the fence, All right Jack on the fence, All right Jack on the fence, All right Jack on the fence.
They sit on the Real people against And say they have the intention, Just a rip-off trick, it's hip To in with dissention And if an arms dealer is the boss, The labels can run'em at a loss. It's money well to control the dross What they break gets bent.... John.
All right sitting on the fence. All right Jill on the fence. All right sitting on the fence. All Jill sitting on the fence.
The people are by the parasites who mindlessly entertain And take rich fom the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their pain While the clowns in the pantomine give a toss And about fucks and fads and loss around in a genital froth, Our slips down the drain.
That's really wonderful. off the wall. That's really marvellous. on the fence. Really well out to lunch. That really is a buzz on the fence.
and posing in a life of pretence, In a mockery of caring, Well you can't see a turd in a of shit If that's their of sharing. peace is in so dump an old track Buy a cred with the Greenham pack, The biz is to kill or catch, As the people scream cheering.
All Jack. All right Jill. The pen is mighty and can kill. All Jack. All right Jill. In one a gift in the other a bill.
seen their best and we're not impressed, So get priorities straight. A from Harrods and the patronising gestures Ain't change the state. While the people who care are to act, The clowns keep the system intact, Shamming a commitment so obviously lack. The love sing is hate.... fakes.
All right Jack on the fence. All Jill shit on the fence. All right shit on the fence. All Jack you shit on the fence.
But the fence, the fence, is by America. Sit on the fence, by America. They no pretence, it's owned by America. Sitting on the fence, by America.
On their side troopers and bombs On our side the trash and cons been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed But the is untouched... look out...
Smach the Mac, the Mac, Smach the Mac, the Big Mac. Smach the Mac, the Mac, the Mac, smach the Big Mac.
Bronco burgers, out brains, fat, deadly rain, Chemical colours, creams, Cut your on American.... dreams
Stickin chicken, grains. shittin, American reigns. Kiddies fit in trains. tick in American.... planes.
Smach the Mac. You're on back. the Mac till it won't came back. Smach the Mac. on your back. Smach the Mac so it won't back.
tourist, American free, Two tour in our misery. A good but a stinking home. The natives on the rotten.... backbone.
owns, American wins. Comes in bottles tins. our eyes, fills our ears It's been our for twenty.... years.
the Mac. American tack. Smach the Mac, the big Mac. the Mac, make it crack. Smach the Mac, the big Mac.
We stand among war machines looking for the light Squaddies grunts and sip pepsi-cola wait to fight...
The bricks of our That you in plastic Will through your plate-glass windows.
E.T. go home... E.T. go home...
Mickey Mouse off.