Drugged a million words

Just like ourselves

Formed a straight line

Plucking at sound-waves

And oh,

For no-one ever

Darkest singing

The days of tripping upon snakes

Are over now


Do you feel empty now

Inside the fascist city?


And I'm thinking of euphoria

Spiked on golden splinters

With the church of relativity

All under my fingers

Head up into the bluest skies

Stuck in the glue with the dying flies

Inside the vapour you were grown

In the LSD of the speaker cone

Been given the cobwebs to blow away

Been celebrating each wasted day

In unconditional luxury

Comatose, living life in a sugar cube


Do you feel pleasure now

Inside the fascist body?


Dumb and hooked on fossil fuels

A gorged generation

Speckled and smackey

Singing Prozac is golden

Escaped the prison they called the head

And glittered the bones of the young and dead

On big Imperial chemistry

Elastic, dumb and vulnerable

But somewhere down south -

Where the birds are singing

You'll hear the barbed wire doves

Of a million mothers


Is there fulfilment now

Inside the fascist psyche?