Songteksten

(Spoken) My mind, is like, a plastic bag (Sung) 1977 and we are going mad 1977 and we've seen too many ads 1977 and we're gonna show them all Apathy's a drag (Spoken) My mind, is like, a plastic bag That corresponds, to all those ads It sucks up all the rubbish That is fed in through by ear I eat Kleenex for breakfast And use soft hygienic Weetabix To dry my tears (Sung) 1977 and we are going mad 1977 and we've seen too many ads 1977 and we're gonna show them all Apathy's a drag (Spoken) My mind, is like, a switchboard With crossed and tangled lines Contented with confusion That is plugged into my head I don't know what's going on It's the operator's job, not mine, I said (Sung) 1977 and we are going mad 1977 and we've seen too many ads 1977 and we're gonna show them all Apathy's a drag (Spoken) My dreams, I daren't remember Or tell you what I've seen I've dreamt that I was Hitler The ruler of the sea The ruler of the universe The ruler of the supermarket And even fatalistic me (Sung) 1977 and we are going mad 1977 and we've seen too many ads 1977 and we're gonna show them all Apathy's a drag (Spoken) My mind, is like, a plastic bag That corresponds to all those ads It sucks up all the rubbish That is fed in through by ear I eat Kleenex for breakfast And use soft hygienic Weetabix To dry my tears (Sung) 1977 and we are going mad 1977 and we've seen too many ads 1977 and we're gonna show them all Apathy's a drag
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