Bang My Head on the Wall

Procreating on a vigorous scale
Say that folk are hungry
Well of course they are
With too many people to feed
Teachers, cops and doctors set up to fail
Can we use some logic?
Don't tell me it's culture
Really, how many kids do you need?

They don't get it at all
I bang my head on the wall

Could the way we're farming get any worse?
Intensive production needs hormones and chemicals
That you'd never, ever put in your tea
And you moan about the cost to your purse
Well then pocket the difference to fund entertainment
When you're on chemotherapy

It isn't clever at all
I bang my head on the wall

I could tell you this poetically and sincerely
I could put it euphemistically and nice and clearly
But there's something that tells me you just won't hear me
'Cos you've got your fucking head up your arse!
Those who sang 'the witch is dead' 'cos it's funny
Hurt people in the name of the Easter Bunny
Every man who thinks that his priority's bees and honey
Well you've got your fucking head up your arse!

Britain's staging an American dream
Fast food and chain stores, eating authenticity
With any culture siphoned away
With so little room in business for Tao
Now we can see that no limit to personal gain simply isn't sustainable

They're sterilising it all
I bang my head on the wall

The wealth of music on the British CV
Has been dealt a Chernobyl with toxic legacy
By an anti-artist coward from hell
Finding singers on the nation's TV
There's no pearl in this extra salty musical oyster the industry's trying to sell

There's no flavour at all
I bang my head on the wall

I could tell you this poetically and sincerely
I could put it euphemistically and nice and clearly
But there's something that tells me you just won't hear me
'Cos you've got your fucking head up your arse!
Those who sang 'the witch is dead' 'cos it's funny
Hurt people in the name of the Easter Bunny
Every man who thinks that his priority's bees and honey
Well you've got your fucking head up your arse!

Making children think that violence is cool
Yeah
And have them believing there's some kind of good in materialism
Over-sexing everything, making money out of their drool
And then you're surprised we've pregnant children
In a stupid young society that hasn't got a future
Whilst we kiss and cuddle capitalism

It's clear that every empire falls
Irrespective of the knowledge accrued
Rubbish management, corruption and greed
Selling national industry
And putting fucking shit in our food!
Social creatures turned into individualists
How've we come so far from our roots?
Nature, knowledge and community exchanged (Oops!)
For computer games and Gucci boots

I could tell you this poetically and sincerely
I could put it euphemistically and nice and clearly, yeah
But there's something that tells me you just won't hear me
'Cos you've got your fucking head up your arse!
Those who said 'the witch is dead' 'cos it's funny
Hurt people in the name of the Easter Bunny
Every man who thinks that his priority's bees and honey
Well you've got your fucking head up your arse!

You've got your fucking head
Up your arse!