Middle-Class Heroes - 2020 remaster

I see oriental paper globes hanging like decomposing cocoons
While exotic candles overload the musty 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

All these things will come to pass
When heroes of the middle-class
Face up to their responsibilities

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