Kula Shaker S.O.S. - Fitting lyrics for today's Britain.

[scooterscot]

It's 2 o'clock
Blood transfusion, revolution, satellites on Mars
Man became the spawn of Satan, driving 'round in cars
I read the news but the news didn't fascinate
I stayed at home, watched the media ejaculate
This is the age of 'Decay' and 'Hypocrisy'
Sometimes I feel like the world isn't ready for me
Every time I turn, a microscopic worm is telling me, he's it
Dressed in the robes of cosmic ego, crawling 'round in [Incomprehensible]
I read the news but the news didn't fascinate
I stayed at home, watched the media ejaculate
This is the age of 'Decay' and 'Hypocrisy'
Sometimes I feel like the world isn't ready for me
This is the age of 'Decay' and 'Hypocrisy'

[gingerjedi]

And this would be the rioters anthem:

Lyrics to 'Eject' by 'Senser':

You can sue me for malpractice
every single time I jack this
'cause the lower I go, the less I wanna know
about he truth that rips through you like a bullet
you feel the trigger and then pull it and figure
I was an irritant or something irrelevent
you could ignore by locking the door
or switching over to another station
a towering monument to disinformation
beaming out on the current frequency
propaganda written out on the pages daily
I see the system as it crumbles beofre me
propaganda written out on the pages daily
I see the system as it dies.

All I check is all I see
All I check is all I see, right here before me: Conditioning.

Eject the program, reject the power
Let the nature flow, let the colour flower

Check for the high-tech hypnosis
leads out straight to the late night psychosis
cold symmetrical thoughts flow like shards of ice, a paradise, a rich spice
it's radiating a glow, so let it flow, go, go
it's radiating a glow, so let it go, come on go

Don't pull the wool over my eyes, you wool puller
I hear your tone, I know exactly what you're full of
Language is a virus, man is a violence
I stand in defiance, my spirit is my science
I know all abou the powers of social control
so find another pigeon for your pigeon hole
burn my body, sell my name
hang me high in the hall of fame
what's gone wild will never get tame
and every blow just fans a flame
Conditioned for the street meat and for the top
told us, sold us, they won't stop
put all your piggy pennies in your piggy bank so
you can consume it wherever you go
talk like asit-com, eat your Whopper
I won't be another happy shopper.

Be a good boy, ignore the facts, you know you'll feel much better
bow before God, we'll suck you dry and send your Mom a letter
what do we have to do to make you touch it, to make you feel it?
you've been altered and you can't conceal it
Press the button to eject form the cartoon frame of mind that won't connect.

Eject the program, reject the power
Let the nature flow, let the colour flower