Stumbling through small life Nowhere, England
Shaking hands with the big time life idiots
I was trying to pick up some ordinariness
From the shopping bag inspirational choir

Sweeping through middle town America
Stepping into fact-or-fiction trash TV world
I caught a glimpse of myself scraping and laughing
Shuffling about amongst the newspaper

Amongst the newspaper
Amongst the newspaper
Amongst the newspaper

Cellophane wrapped, processed lumps of meat
Queueing up in the morning town traffic whilst
Smashing shop-front girl assistants into splinters
With that new sledge-hammer indifference

Picking up a detail from a muscle magazine
Whilst talking to someone else's wife
And wondering "Do I really care about sheet metal workers?"
Saw you looking through your shop window reflection

Shop window reflection
Shop window reflection
Shop window reflection

Some run-down amusement arcade humour
Like cheap beer and instant coffee was pouring out
Over the city's pavement
Calling closing time on that cinema queue fervour

Thursday night on the railway line
As life and death burn away in the distance
And a million TV screens close their weary eyes

Don't you know me?
I know you

I know you, I know you
I know you, I know you


Fade out ...


Lyrics submitted by ScottishFiction

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