Sunday, Monday, we lie around
But it's not easy
Someday, one day
We'll get sky and move away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
Obscene machines that glide away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
And like the bird we'll fly
From your Asda town
Never coming down
'cos they're take, taking it away
Sunday, Monday, we lie in bed
But it's not easy
Someday, one day we'll cash
The "cheques" and drive away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
Obscene machines that glide away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
And like the bird we'll fly
From your Asda town
Never coming down
'cos they're take, taking it away...
I believe it's "I've seen machines that glide away" Though, "obscene machines" would be very Suede.