Pin drops, one of many props
The night uses to remind us who's boss and who's not
You begot these fears from the cradle to present years
As your mind was overpowered and all reason soon devoured
By the dark imagery running through our ancestry
Perpetually re-inforced by the media's present course
As Gordimer observed as she lay above the Rand
Barb-wire ivy sunk its roots into homes across the land
Shift position on the couch, uncomfortable truths are coming out
For many years they were diguised, but always lurking in your eyes
The inevitable debris always rises to the top
Jung scoures the low-tide so he can fill his cracked pot
Generations on, and we still sing the same songs
Though the pitch may have changed, the key is still your brain
Enclosed in its cave, resonant with mental waves
As it drives this human casket, we go
Round, round, yeah yeah
Wedging rubber souls 'gainst the concrete
Centre of town, town yeah yeah
How can you express what you can't repeat
Something we found, found yeah yeah
Covering the globe in a heartbeat
Hearts profound, found, found, yeah
You say it's not the dark ages, but the days are still dark
If you took your sunglasses off you might be in for a shock
You spend your life digging for gold down in the gloom and the cold
Come up for air once in a while, you'll find there's less to be reviled
Than you were led to believe by the satellite feed
When Bush comes to shove he doesn't do it gently
But indeed like Mr T, bling bling 1980's
Except this time it's for the WASPs and not the A-team
Struggling to see past the snow on my tv
Which channels should we choose, when channeling these moods
And nasty grooves where we allude to both the complex and the crude
Oiling their sweaty palms, others choose to drop all qualms and take arms
Boots moving in macabre trance
Left, right, left, right - gravebound dance
I take a chance and flick the remote off Carte Blanche
'Cause life's not really like that, we go
Round, round, yeah yeah
Wedging rubber souls 'gainst the concrete
Centre of town, town yeah yeah
How can you express what you can't repeat
Something we found, found yeah yeah
Covering the globe in a heartbeat
Hearts profound, found, found, yeah
But that's enough about them, let's talk about me
I was raised in a test-tube, laboratory number three
At least I know my culture, it's slowly going green
That's just a symptom of venting too much spleen
I learn't my first great lesson when I lost my glass home
People living in test-tubes shouldn't throw stones
No relation to Dolly, yes a sheep, but no clone
Plus she likes to stand erect when the cameras are gone
A wear long-johns when she's been shorn
'Cause they keep her body warm
Wedge a fat Cuban in her cloven protusion
Recline on the sofa with a herbal infusion
Yes I understand your confusion, this is no verbal illusion
Or contusion of the truth, the polygraph went through the roof
Did you register my blush, pressure changes in the cuff
Go easy on me please, I need compassionate relief
And my aorta ought 'ta pipe up soon
As we go
Round, round, yeah yeah
Wedging rubber souls 'gainst the concrete
Centre of town, town yeah yeah
How can you express what you can't repeat
Something we found, found yeah yeah
Covering the globe in a heartbeat
Hearts profound, found, found, yeah
As we go
Round, round, yeah yeah
Wedging rubber souls 'gainst the concrete
Centre of town, town yeah yeah
How can you express what you can't repeat
Something we found, found yeah yeah
Covering the globe in a heartbeat
Hearts profound, found, found, yeah