It's time to celebrate
To come out and play
We've been counting down the days
This weekend we've got a bank holiday
I'm as sick with expectation
As we are with what we're escaping
Lock up the house, load up the car
We've twenty four hours to spend
In the goddamn theme park
We are so grateful for our new
State funded stately pleasure dome
We just commute from one end of
The conveyor belt to the other
Shock and awe and
An over priced gift shop
You didn't have fun if
You didn't buy the T Shirt
Paying through the nose so you can
Prick tease your animal instincts
Art starts to imitate life in the factory
The factory's a prison
So art is seen to atrophy
All our days off in front of the TV
Instead of a stock screen
We just commute from one end of
The conveyor belt to the other
Oh, the kids who would've led
The unions in the past
Now grow up staying silent in
Darkened cinemas
If every hour that I have spent
Stuck in a circus
Was spent learning a language
I'd have so much more to say
And if every penny that I have spent
On processed bread
Was spent on growing my own food
My skin wouldn't look so grey
Work and rest and play safe in the
Knowledge that there is no other way
The hand that feeds chooses the menu
But I'm a fussy eater
Work, rest, decay
Our commodity a day will
Keep subversive daydreams away