The Intellectual Controls The Spiritual, The Animal

They Filled Us Full Of False Illusions And Promiscuity, And They Led Us Down That Class-less Road Of Mediocrity.

The Big Corporations And The Big Companies Turned Musicians Into Factory Workers On An Assembly Line.

At One Time They've Been The Most Important Thing To Me. So I Can't Hear Our Records On The Radio, I Can't Stand It, Because They Sound So Out Of What Everyone Else Is Doing.

There Was A Gas Strike, Oil Strike, Lorry Strike, Bread Strike, Got To Be A Superman To Survive.

We're Out Of Control On This Loony Balloon, Barely Missing The Other Planets And Stars.