Germfree Adolescents Lyrics

The Day The World Turned Dayglo
I clambered over mounds and mounds
Of polystyrene foam
Then fell into a swimming pool
Filled with fairy snow

And watched the world turn
Day-glo you know you know
The world turned day-glo you know

I wrenched the nylon curtains back
As far as they would go
Then peered through perspex window panes
At the acrylic road

I drove my polypropolene car
On wheels of sponge
Then pulled into a wimpy bar
To have a rubber bun

The x-rays were penetrating
Through the latex breeze
Synthetic fibre see-thru leaves
Fell from the rayon trees

Obsessed With You
You are just a concept
You are just a dream
You're just a reflection
Of the new regime

You are just a symbol
You are just a theme
You're just another figure
For the sales machine

Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo cos they're watching
With yoo ooo

You are just a victim
You are just a find
Soon to be a casuality
A casuality of time

Genetic Engineering
Genetic engineering
Could create the perfect race
Could create an unknown life-force
That could us exterminate

Introducing worker clone
As our subordinated slave
His expertise proficiency
Will surely dig our grave

It's so very tempting
Will biologists resist
When he becomes the creator
Will he let us exist

Bionic man is jumping
Through the television set
He's about to materialise
And guess who's coming next

Identity
Identity
Is the crisis
Can't you see
Identity identity

When you look in the mirror
Do you see yourself
Do you see yourself
On the t.v. screen
Do you see yourself
In the magazine
When you see yourself
Does it make you scream

When you look in the mirror
Do you smash it quick
Do you take the glass
And slash your wrists
Did you do it for fame
Did you do it in a fit
Did you do it before
You read about it

I Live Off You
I live off you
And you live off me
And the whole world
Lives off of everybody

See we gotta be exploited
See we gotta be exploited
By somebody by somebody
By somebody

The cat eats the rat
While the pimp beats the whore
As she just screams out
For more and more

See we gotta be exploited
See we gotta be exploited
By somebody by somebody
By somebody

Germfree Adolescents
I know you're antiseptic
Your deodorant smells nice
I'd like to know you
But you're deep frozen like ice

He's a germ free adolescent
Cleanliness is her obsession
Cleans her teeth ten times a day
Scrub away scrub away scrub away
The s.r. way ...

You may get to touch her
If your gloves are sterilised
Rinse your mouth with listerine
Blow desinfectant in her eyes

Her phobia is infection
She needs one to survive
It's her built-in protection
Without fear she'd give up and die

Art-I-Ficial
I know I'm artificial
But don't put the blame on me
I was reared with appliances
In a consumer society

When I put on my make-up
The pretty little mask not me
That's the way a girl should be
In a consumer society

My existence is illusive
The kind that is supported
By mechanical resources
By existence is illusive
The kind that is supported
By mechanical resources

I wanna be instamatic
I wanna be a frozen pea
I wanna be dehydrated
In a consumer society

In a consumer society
In a consumer society

Let's Submerge
It's dark and eerie
And it's really late
Come on kids don't hesitate
We're going down to the underground
We're going down we're going down
To the underground

The hades ladies are dressed to kill
Dagger glares from richard hell
Tension heightening heating frightening
Thunder rolls as fast as lightening

If you've got the urge
Come on let's submerge

The subterrene is a bottomless pit
The vinyl vultures are after it
Moulten lava sulphur vapours
Smoulder on to obligerate us

If you've got the urge
Come on let's submerge

Warrior In Woolworths
Warrior in woolworths
Humble he may seem
Behind his serville innocence
He plots and he schemes

He's the rebel on the underground
She's the rebel of the modern town
He's the rebel on the underground
She's the rebel of the modern town

Warrior in woolworths
His roots are in today
Doesn't know no history
He threw the past away

Warrior in woolworths
Dips on friday nights
Youths meet at stockwell tube
Weapons rule their lives

I Am A Poseur
I am a poseur and I don't care
I like to make people stare
I am a poseur and I don't care
I like to make people stare

Exhibition is the name
Voyeurism is the game
Stereoscopic is the show
Viewing time makes it grow

My facade is just a fake
Shock horror no escape
Sensationalism for the feed
Characatures are what you breed

Anti-art was the start
Establishments like a laugh
Yes we're very entertaining
Overtones can be betraying

I Can't Do Anything
I cant write
And I cant sing
I cant do anything
I cant read
And I cant spell
I cant even get to hell
I cant luv
And I cant hate
I cant even hesitate
I cant dance
And I cant walk
I cant even try to talk

Freddy tried to strangle me
With my plastic popper beads
But I hit him back
With my pet rat
Yeah I hit him back
With my pet rat

I cant spit
And I cant kick
I cant even be thick
I cant read
And I cant spell
I cant even get to hell
I cant luv
And I cant hate
I cant even hesitate
I cant dance
And I cant walk
I cant even try to talk

Highly Inflammable
Highly inflammable
Waiting to explode
Neurotic tensions
Risen overflowed

You thought I was a woman
I thought you were a man
But I was Tinkerbell
And you were Peter Pan

Influenced by the fashion pages
Influenced by other's phrases
It ain't hip if you are retro
You're a pseudo quasi intellectual

Supreme equality
We used to compete
The right to decide
Is denied to the sheep

You thought I was a woman
I thought you were a man
But I was Tinkerbell
And you were Peter Pan

Age
Darling am I
Getting old
Tell me dear
I must be told

Y'know it's a
Million dollar fear
If lines
Creep in over here

Age she's so afraid
Age she's not the rage

She never seems to realise
Celluloid beauty
Never dies

Plastic Bag
1977 and we are going mad
It's 1977 and we've seen to many ads
1977 and we're gonna show them all
That apathy's a drag

My mind is like a plastic bag
That corresponds to all those ads
It sucks up all the rubbish
That is fed in through by ear
I eat kleenex for breakfast
And use soft hygienic weetabix
To dry my tears

My mind is like a switchboard
With crossed and tangled lines
Contented with confusion
That is plugged into my head
I dont't know what's going on
It's the operators job, not mine
I said

My dreams I daren't remember
Or tell you what I've seen
I dreamt that I was hitler
The ruler of the see
The ruler of the universe
The ruler of the supermarkets
And even fatalistic me

I Am A Cliche (A Phrase Too Often Used)
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche you've seen before
I am a cliche that lives next door
I am a cliche you know what i mean
I am a cliche pink is obscene

Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom

Oh Bondage Up Yours!
Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall
I wanna be a slave
To you all

Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more

Chain-store chain-smoke
I consume you all
Chain-gang chain-mail
I don't think at all

Trash me crash me
Beat me til I fall
I wanna be a victim
To you all
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