Nowhere to Hide

There was hard times a’comin’ but the embers still glowed

 In the smouldering season of the century’s show

 We saw borderlines bleeding new shapes like playdough

 Tasted and wasted, all of them eager to grow

 What do you feel inside?

 What do you feel inside?

 There’s nowhere to hide

 Mean information don’t give much away

 So I just kept on searching, day after day after day

 Looking in mirrors, write, read, learn and speak

 Tinsel-town nose job, no food for a week

 What do you feel inside?

 What do you feel inside?

 There’s nowhere to hide

 Pow

 Bumper to bumper, wearing satellite shoes

 Take it or leave it in any size that you choose,

 Down at the market they’re sometimes dead on their feet,

 Gin-swilling plastic collapsed in a heap  

 What do you feel inside?

 What do you feel inside?

 There’s nowhere to hide