Cholesterol A.D
Tomorrows world just trundles on and your heartbeat resembles a ticking time bomb
It's a slow ride stopping all the way through it's destination cholesterol central
There's always a short fall somewhere and you just don't seem to care
'cause back in the eighties and nineties you had your fair share of chips, pies and pasties
Smoked too many cigarettes
Watched Question of Sport with Bob, Bill and Emlyn, Lyall & Scott just for 'What Happened Next'
A lilly livered geek who seldom speaks just eats and eats
Don't know what is a white collar issue, don't read nothing but tabloid text
Sleeping policemen line every road and cul-de-sac
Forty television channels, they're all full of cack
Government leaflets for homeless on how to build tree houses or igloos
Nothing changes so wither and swallow the fascist news
Tomorrows world still trundles on and your heartbeat resembles a ticking time bomb
It's a slow ride stopping all the way through it's destination cholesterol central
There's always a short fall somewhere you just chose to ignore
'cause back in the eighties and nineties you had your fair share of chips, pies and pasties
Can't comprehend Channel Four and you're entertained by Barrymore
Yeah back in the eighties and nineties face full of chips, pies and meat pasties
A lilly livered geek who seldom speaks just eats and eats
He's got a meal ticket to ride a greasy spoon and so much room inside
Cliff Richard celebrates a hundred years of celibacy
James Whale is finally a celebrity
Howard Jones attempts his nineteenth come back tour
and you dogmatic creatures of earth know nothing matters unless it's of personal worth
'cause back in the eighties and nineties you had your fair share of bacon sarnies
A lilly livered geek who seldom speaks just eats and eats
Yeah back in the eighties and nineties all those chips, pies, and bacon sarnies
He's got a meal ticket to ride a greasy spoon and so much room inside
A heart bypass like Graeme Souness
A bullet through the brain like Kurt Cobain
There's no escaping cholesterol AD
There's no escaping, for anyone
Back in the eighties and nineties all those chips, pies and Cornish pasties
MtM 1994