City Zen citizens walking past

Head down heading for

Nowhere fast

Keeping ahead

Keep business busy

Making bizarre schemes

To make us dizzy

Now I don't know

What's right or wrong

I'm too rapped up

In philosophical song

But we can offer our guidance

Proffer our suss

A stepping stone to

A collective consciousness

No ID cards! No poll tax!

When you score own goals

You need new backs

We've no time for brackets

Or boxes or cages

You're listening to

The rock of ages



Caught you on the dancefloor

Trousers down! Dancing to the

Ugliest sound around

>From City Zen to the powers

That be, you got

T.R.O.U.B.L.E.