Time to Turn the Tables

Yeah-yeah-ee
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-ee
Ohhhh, ohhh yeah-yeah-yeah

When everything is running smooth for everybody else
And in everything you try to do you find you need their help
If every time they look at you they see you turn away
And nobody can understand the things you want to say
Say "You're getting me down, yeah yeah you're getting me down"

If ever life is bugging you cos people bring you down
And you feel when you're together that they don't want you around
Then don't let it continue and your life become a bore
Just tell them to their faces you can't take it any more
And they're getting you down, oh-oh-oh they're getting you down

They're organised and efficient but they haven't got a soul
Is machine-like automation and production our main goal?
If it means we must dispel all the courtesies we've learned
Then the best thing for the world would be to see the tables turned
It's getting me down, yeah yeah, it's getting me down

Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Yeah

With the way the world is today you can never have your say
You're treated like a number on a database okay
(on a file from day to day)
With passwords, e-mails, forms and confirmations to sign and send
You find yourself ever slowly going around the bend
And it's getting you down, oh yeah it's getting you down

When they ask you why you never smile
When they write your name in their file
When they point and say "Please sign here"
You need to tell them loud and clear
You've gotta get it in their heads
That's not the kind of life to be led
You're not trying to smash the system
You'd just like someone to listen but
They're getting you down
Lor' Lor', they're getting you down, yeaaahhh

I'd rather live as a caveman feeding from the earth
A life without technology and appreciate what it's worth
I'd rather live in a bidon miles away from rules
And at night-time I'll go wandering, gathering winter fuel
Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh, ahhhhh