These days of strong obsession 
Own a home and scrape through life 
Work hard, job satisfaction? 
Come home and kiss the wife 

In debt? You're a part of England 
And you feel as though your running out of time 
Worldwide, looking for solutions 
Everybody needs a fruitful life 
Weekend and the car needs cleaning 
You've got to do as the Jones's do 
Your own reflection looking back at you 

This fever, This fever 
Synthetic lives 
Fall deeper, much deeper 
And believe its alright 
This fever, This fever 
We're running out of time 
Still no clearer? 

Who will heal the pain? 
And who will feel the pain? 
Where's the shame? 
Oh where's the shame? 

Everybody talked that way