The grey man at the wheel/ Looks around to see if there's some skirt he can steal/ He doesn't really want to, he's just acting out a game/ And in their own fucked up way, most people do the same/ She cleans the bathroom mirror/So she can line her eyes/ An expert in delusion, an artist in disguise/ She’s not content with what she is, but she does it for her man/ And meanwhile he’s out hunting, this master of the hunt/ Cruising down the high street in his endless search for cunt/ And the posters on the hoardings encourage his pursuit/ Glossy ads. where men are men, and women simply cute/ And the men are in their motorcars and the men have nerves of steel/ And they dream of Charlies Angels as they firmly grip the wheel/ And they fantasise they’re fucking with a real life movie star/ Fantasise to fill the gaps, to fill in every crack/ A whitewash on reality to hide the truth they lack/ Now she’s sponging down the cooker, on the surface all is fine/ His dinner's in the oven cos he's doing overtime/ She switches on the telly, it makes her feel secure/Helps confirm her way of life, who needs to ask for more/ She sees the happy family, wife and hubby on the screen/ The perfect social unit, just like it’s always been/ She's done the very best she can/ To love and honour and obey her man/ And if she should ever doubt the wisdom of her choice/ She can turn to television for its moderating voice/ The ads. and weekly series are the proof she needs/ That a life of boredom outweighs the deeds/ She sits up till the epilogue and goes to bed alone/ Content that when he's finished work he’ll go straight home/ Meanwhile he downs another scotch, the lady has a coke/ And if he's asked about the wife he treats it as a joke/ "Hear the one about the you-know-what"/ He's got what it takes and he takes what he's got/ He took his woman and he'll take plenty more/ She took on a rat to keep the wolf from the door/ Then maybe in her loneliness she'll want to have a child/ Who'll be taught the games of adulthood, boxed and filed/ Another life to whitewash, to us a child is born/ To follow in its parents' tracks, the path's well worn/Fantasy and falsehood, truth and lie/ The fucked up system they call reality/The system needs its servants, each birth is one more/ They'll gently talk of freedom as they quietly lock the door/ 'Cos the system needs its servants if the system's going to run/ Needs its fodder for the workhouse, its targets for the gun.

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    General CommentI think this song is about how people do shit just because of pressure from society, trying to fit in. Life becomes fake "she cleans the bathroom mirror so she can line her eyes. an expert in delusion, an artist in disguise". it also makes reference to sex in society, no meaning to it anymore, just another thing you do. a shame really
    Crass_Adolescenton October 13, 2004   Link

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