Stumbling through small life Nowhere, England Shaking hands with the big time life idiots I was trying to pick up some ordinariness From the shopping bag inspirational choir
Sweeping through middle town America Stepping into fact-or-fiction trash TV world I caught a glimpse of myself scraping and laughing Shuffling about amongst the newspaper
Amongst the newspaper Amongst the newspaper Amongst the newspaper
Cellophane wrapped, processed lumps of meat Queueing up in the morning town traffic whilst Smashing shop-front girl assistants into splinters With that new sledge-hammer indifference
Picking up a detail from a muscle magazine Whilst talking to someone else's wife And wondering "Do I really care about sheet metal workers?" Saw you looking through your shop window reflection
Some run-down amusement arcade humour Like cheap beer and instant coffee was pouring out Over the city's pavement Calling closing time on that cinema queue fervour
Thursday night on the railway line As life and death burn away in the distance And a million TV screens close their weary eyes