I see oriental paper globes

hanging like decomposing cocoons

while exotic candles overload

the dusty air with their stale perfume

And I see lentils, beans, seaweed and rice

in jars on the windowsill

And it ain't hardly enough to feed the mice

running behind the lines of allergy pills


All these things will come to pass

when heroes of the middle class

face up to their responsibilities


I see an Indian fertility God

he's got thirty seven limbs to spare

And tasteless tie-dyed tablecloths

that double up as evening wear

And I see naked bodies twist and turn

on the futon of dreams fulfilled

But their three-year-old kid seems unconcerned

he'd rather swallow all those allergy pills


I see unspeakable vulgarity

institutionalised mediocrity

infinite tragedy

Rise up little souls - join the doomed army

Fight the good fight - wage the unwinnable war

Elegance against ignorance

Difference against indifference

Wit against shit


My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below

Words said without feeling never to heaven go...


All these things will come to pass

when heroes of the middle-class

face up, repent, and pay the price

for accidentally creating life

An oversight for which they must atone

and sacrifice their own