Supper's Off -

I was born into a time when people walked on the moon

When transatlantic jets could make the trip in three hours

When planes could do vertical take-offs

And when rock festivals were free and you could take your own drinks

When bands wrote symphonies and tone poems

And there was oft a chance that somewhere amongst the bolster, there might have

been a couple of words that meant something

To the world we live in

I find myself part of a generation that lapped up wealth

That created Simon Cowell

And watered documentary television down to a kind of

«Through The Round Window» level

People my age play the Stock Market

And make selfish decisions in positions of power

Based loosely on the 'fact' that they’re «Just Like Us»

And we’re «All In This Together»

Seems like the end of the world is coming

The Four Horsemen — The Red Gas Bill

Seems like the wolves at the door are humming songs to make us scared

And each month we try to help ourselves get by

With whatever’s left of the dosh

Don’t believe them at the BBC

We cook the Books of Revelation

Have Seven Bowls of beans for tea

Seems like we’ll never get back to Tesco’s

From the discount frozen food store

Seems like the car’s just a traitor

(«Six six six» written on the door)

'Cause the M.O.T.

is due in three weeks

And we’ll be back again, in the shit

In the doldrums while the BBC

Tells all the world that we’re finished

And all the world is forced to agree

We try to change the world

But the world won’t take the hint

They go running back off to the seventies

And all the other bands are skint

And we’ll be back again, in the shit

In the doldrums while the BBC

Tells all the world that we’re finished

And all the world is forced to agree

We try to change the world

They go running back off to the seventies

And all the other bands are skint

When all those guys sat at Woodstock and the Isle Of Wight

I had this feeling that no one would ever get them to stand in line

To become part of the system that had

Supported war and bigotry for so long

Yet statistically there must have been people at those festivals

Who were even on that day planning careers

In Right Of Centre politics, the pursuit of power through money

The whole focus of what was being said on that day!

As a result of their success in their endeavours

Rock and Roll is no longer about a few hippies

Knocking about in a field somewhere in the middle of America

It’s about half time in the Superbowl

It’s about colossal advertising budgets

And stars on Hollywood’s Walk Of Fame

People using the Rolling Stones in presidential campaigns

We try to change the world

But the world won’t take the hint

They go running back off after the seventies

And all the other bands are skint

They go running back off after the seventies

And all the other bands are skint