Guinness

On the TV I see fire in their eyes, fire in the streets

From the fire escape I watch it eat, I watch its teeth

Dream fire could burn it clean

But its greasy sheen burn blue and green

Built a house with bricks, scrape the mortar in between

You don't need a door if you get everything you need

Need more, first thought when I get the cream

Cold light pouring from the screens

Mute, it's the eyes where you hear the screams

Bag full of loot bulging at the seams

Everything a little shabbier than it seems, than it seems

Shabbier than it seems, than it seems

Took it all and came home empty, they won't go gently

The whole world in my mobile, it took centuries

The glow unending, the show upended

Like cop cars spooked by the door, I'm a sentry

Smash, grab and run, smash, grab and run

Smash, grab and run, smash, grab and run

Grab and run, grab and run, sma-

Smash, grab and run, grab and run, grab and run

Smash, grab and run, smash, grab and run

Smash, grab and run, smash, grab and run

Smash, grab and run, grab and run, grab and run

Grab and run, grab and run, grab and run, grab and run

I know this may sound like rather, um, um, impractical criticism

But, um, when you met me at the airport at some point, um

That, um, you have joined the Ministry of Information

Yeah, but

I mean, what's happening to us? We are all becoming bureaucrats

We are not becoming bureaucrats because there's never been, you know

Wait a minute, we— we— our generation has got a lot of problems

There's never been a tradition of us writing whereby

People just sit and be able to live and write

In any case, you know that from anyway, anyway

No, no, my point is merely that, um

The point is now we are trying to earn

Our living and write at the same time

Yes, but, you see, um, um, points of principles

Cannot be given up just because one has got to eat

I'm not— I don't see which principle I've given at all