get away from your home|(and all it stands for)
whingeing kids in leather jackets
turn out their lights
my spawn
parasites					yuppies spreading and prospering
cut my cash in half				     suburbia and commuting
now my money's short			        sattelite settlements
cut it again
make each pound go further
they won't accept it at the store
my money's too good for them
can't believe they want to fix
my particular form of economics
send the kids to the store
give them a gun each
they'll come back with more
cash equals food to eat
i really wish they hadn't cut off the water
mixing stuff from the river with ribena
it's all the same to them
try not to notice how brown the water is

i was getting along just fine
until someone mentioned time
knowing my luck
my time is up ñ
watch the sky
in case it passes me by		(time i mean, not the sky)
apart from my guilt
i don't regret a thing
but it's time to shout at your bosses
cut your losses
get away from your home
and all it stands for

the kids still going without food
to pay for their reebok shoes	(image is everything)
"let's sell the children, dear
i fancy eating out tonight"
half your life spent rotting away
subsisting in suburbia
commuting in to your air conditioned office
with underground parking
and mouldy chicken sandwhiches
watching the junkies hitting
smoke away your life and your money
to soothe your jangled nerves	(the statement a lie in itself)

escape the eyes behind net curtains
the gossip and enmity
bandied insults over pots of tea
nothing known for certain
burn your clothes
to get out the evil
no detergent works for me
smoke in neighbours' washing
shoot the dog
leave the twitching mess on the pavement
the bin men'll clean him up
we can eat his food
aching belly or marrowbone jelly?
kill the kids and turn off the tele
sell the car, disconnect the phone
in the name of god, get away from your home!