Tyrant Trash

I must be missing something ‘cause all I hear is thumping
The painful thrashing belt of Tyrant Trash
Tossers tug and swivel as diahorrea dross and drivel
Get served with fashion farting gas
It’s all a bunch of bollocks but the brainwashed dross-a-holics
Clear their plate and look up to their master
So sad to see them only get a closer look at loneliness
And drive the message home a little faster
For they could not be seen alone or in-between
With opinions ideas or a view
On life beyond adidas or whatever they can feed us
Through the bars inside this consumer zoo
The tills’ll ring forever if we keep them all together
Wearing badge and boots and uniform
But you are individual and they’re all out to kid you all
As all you know and have turns pyriform
Cilla Jim and Noel are there with Tyrant Trash and Lionel Blair
Direct-line Daz and Admiral Prat
All in for the ride upon the giant turd we travel on
Down the tube into the steaming vat
Where we all become one liquid gullible and languid
To lubricate the parts of the machine
That’s as fickle as the weather and cannot run forever
When the cogs and turn a different kind of dream

Tyrant Trash and Captain Flash sail the shit-brown airwaves
On the trail of power and cash and ways to keep it their way
Julie Bloggs and Public Joe blinded by the glitter
Hypnotized and sanitized journey down the shitter

You know someone told me something tonight that made me shake in my boots
And drain my face white They’re charging to see where Marx turns over a little
Ironic but it’s happening all over the stench is unbearable wherever you go it’s
A fiver for the programme six for the show They’ll sell you a conscience an image
A goal they’ll siphon your money your time and your soul and so Captain Capitalist
Buries his flag into the memory of Marx to wank and brag that nowhere is safe from
His bloody claw that strangles and then tears until he’s left nothing more than problems
Even bigger than his mobile phone bill higher the food mountains that sit and so kill
With foundations far deeper than the graves of the weak more intense than the gridlock
That snakes to the peak and then drops off the edge into the bottomless pit
It’s a sad legacy of a tribe that lost the plot a bit