PLASTIC BAG - x-ray spex

1977 and we are going mad
It's 1977 and we've seen too many ads

1977 and we're gonna show them all

That apathy's a drag

My mind is like a plastic bag

That corresponds to all those ads

It sucks up all the rubbish

That is fed in through by ear

I eat Kleenex for breakfast

And use soft hygienic Weetabix

To dry my tears

My mind is like a switchboard

With crossed and tangled lines

Contented with confusion

That is plugged into my head

I don't know what's going on

It's the operator's job, not mine

I said

My dreams I daren't remember

Or tell you what I've seen

I've dreamt that I was Hitler

The ruler of the sea

The ruler of the universe

The ruler of the supermarket

And even fatalistic me

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