Fourth Way

By the hidden weapons stations
That are guarded by Alsatians
In the bushes lay a young man, with some petrol, in an old can
And he'd like to fire the building, catch the fuckers unaware
But he won't of course, it's just enough to say that he was there

And the rich are sitting pretty round the table saying
"Pass the port, darling"
The kid is jacking up outside the weapons station
"Pass the port, darling"
And let us talk about the problem of the nation
"Pass the port, darling"
The smackheads in the system no one will resist them
Got the disaffected ones who are neglected
Give them all a New Deal hoping they wont see the light

Bloke with nice tie, he's a good man, heterosexual with a good tan
All the rhetoric from the Icon, was seductive but was based on
A pretence that we are free from interference of the state
Never mentioning the way that those in power operate

And the rich are down in Mayfair, buying salmon saying
"Pass the cash, darling"
My therapist says that this is good for me so I say
"Pass the cash, darling"
And let us settle down for my bililoquy
"Pass the cash, darling"
And we are so deserving, and it is unnerving
How the poor resent us, too much time is spent
And we give them a New Deal, try to make the peasants sweat

Lubricated by some good wine
She said "darling, what's your star sign?"
Did a good deal, got a fine wage
Which they blew on, items new age
Now multicoloured beads and crystals show the way ahead
Rub their genitals with tiger balm before they go to bed
Never think about the people sleeping under bridges

"Pass my chart, darling"
We used to follow Marx but now we toe the line
"Pass the chart, darling"
Our passion is misplaced our feelings anodyne
"Pass my chart, darling"
If Saturn is ascending, there's no point in spending
Time to help each other, when we could discover
Some elusive power, leave the poor alone to rot