When The Earth Is Tarmac And Car Parking Spaces.

We put our heads down in honest places

when the Earth is tarmac and car parking spaces

for hotels and restaurants

and the only birds are seagulls

feeding off the giant landfills

so tall the pigs have no names

and the cows you see are poll dancing in the Olympic games

as our televisions grow bigger

they want to shrink our brains

where vanity is virtue where what you know can't hurt you

train station platforms are littered with terrorist bombs

disguised as kids lunch boxes

as they sing their songs

I listen on the radio and I listen on tv

they trip you over backwards then lift you up so you can see

a sky that is so dense and black

once you get to hate

so you drive to some places where you get animals real cheap

and the kids would be surprised if they could see a tree

inside a museum amongst dead birds and chimpanzees

inside glass cases and our blue skies

with green grass and liberty

now I often wonder if wondering is good for me

and you'll swim in salty waters every summer in the sea

tell ya how you cocked it up mate it's too salty

when I reminisce about escaping from the chickens

say these words are no good but we still slap their wrists

for God eating all their food

and the alarm goes off again so you duck down on the floor

throw your knees into your chest

but if it hits it hits next door

although you never liked it in many ways

because it has French relatives

infact it looks a little strange

he shops in a different supermarket

your sister called yesterday never did return her calls

sometimes she thinks you don't care about her at all

we could never put our heads down now we are in this mess

consider all the steps that are leading up to this

measure up the distance 2 points that we think are best

I wish we could put our heads down in an honest place to rest.