I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head
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Checking out the rumour that I meant just what I said
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They've drawn so many chalk lines that I may as well be dead
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On the blackboard, on the pavement, but I won't eat what I'm fed - what I'm fed
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I've seen the public access but they wouldn't let me in
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Conformity has dress code and I'm two stone overthin
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And anyhow the chances are they wouldn't let me in
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Presumptions give the innovator no chance to begin
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It's either "Be one step ahead" or "Keep up with the rest"
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There's so many messages telling me they know what's best
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I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head
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I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head
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They've opened up the corridors and left the doors ajar
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With anoraks and plastic bags the consumer can go far
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Ashtrays fill and pinballs tilt to emphasise the scars
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Of a society raised on promises, falling back on credit cards - credit cards
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So let's go on a cathode raid and steal some empty minds
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Fill 'em full of hopes and dreams and call it leisure time
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There's a guy who's got no T.V. and we've got him on the line
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Stay detuned for further progress, here's a few things you can buy - you can buy
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I've strolled across the empty roads as pedestrians stare
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At lights to turn from red to green, to get from there to there
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Billboard faces mock attention given unaware
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Reliance on subliminals and a defiance of being scared
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And there's a token comic strip at the bottom of the page
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It isn't very funny but we're laughing anyway
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Smiles are hard to come by when the picture starts to fade
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And someone's favourite punchline is another person's wage
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It's either 'Be one step ahead' or 'Keep up with the rest'
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There's so many messages telling me they know what's best
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I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head
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I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head
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I've thought in terms of relaxation, giving things a rest
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Cos the constant realisation leaves presumptions in a mess
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But every turn in the situation seems to be a test
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A dotted line for the mind to sign away its intellect - but not me not yet
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The altered state of reality that's printed screened and said
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Is feeding time for the mind that knows of nothing else instead
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Keen to kill the essential will of refusing to be fed
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I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head - knocking on my head
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Mind Bomb
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Citizen Fish |