1. The Day the World Turned Day-Glo
2. Obsessed With You
3. Genetic Engineering
4. Identity
5. I Live Off You
6. Germ Free Adolescents
7. Art-I-Ficial
8. Let's Submerge
9. Warrior in Woolworths
10. I Am a Poseur
11. I Can't Do Anything
12. Highly Inflammable
13. Age
14. Plastic Bag
15. I Am a Cliche
16. Oh Bondage, Up Yours!

 I clambered over mounds and mounds
 Of polystyrene foam 
 And fell into a swimming pool 
 Filled with fairy snow 
 And watched the world turn day-glo
 you know you know 
 The world turned day-glo you know 

 I wrenched the nylon curtains back 
 As far as they would go 
 And peered through perspex window panes 
 At the acrylic road 

 I drove my polypropolene 
 Car on wheels of sponge 
 Then pulled into a wimpy bar
 To have a rubber bun 
 
 The X-rays were penetrating
 Through the laytex breeze 
 Synthetic fibre see-thru leaves 
 The I fell from the rayon trees

 You are just a concept
 You are just a dream
 You're just a reflection
 Of the new regime 

 You are just a symbol
 You are just theme
 You're just another figure
 For the sales machine 

  Ooo ooo they're obsessed 
  With yoo ooo 
  Ooo ooo cos they're watching 
  Yoo ooo 

 You are just a victim
 You are just a find 
 Soon to be a casualty 
 Of time

 Genetic engineering
 could create the perfect race
 could create an unknown life-force
 that could us exterminate

 Introducing worker clone
 as our subordinated slave
 his expertise proficiency
 will surely dig our grave

 It's so tempting
 will biologists resist
 when he becomes the creator
 will he let us exist

 Bionic man is jumping
 through the television set
 he's about to materialise
 and guess who's coming next

 Identity is the crisis can't you see
 identity...

 When you look in the mirror
 do you see yourself
 do you see yourself
 on the TV screen
 Do you see yourself in the magazine
 when you see yourself
 does it make you scream

 When you look in the mirror
 do you smash it quick
 do you take glass
 and slash your wrists
 Did you do it for fame
 did you do it in a fit
 did you do it berofe
 you read about it

 I live off you
 and you live of me
 and the whole world
 lives off of everybody

  See we gotta be exploited
  See we gotta be exploited
  be somebody be somebody...

 The cat eats the rat
 while the pimp beats the whore
 as she just screams out
 for more and more

  See we gotta be exploited
  See we gotta be exploited
  be somebody be somebody...

 I know you're antiseptic
 Your deodorant smells nice
 I'd like to get to know you
 But you're deep frozen like the ice 

 He's a germ free adolescent
 Cleanliness is her obsession
 Cleans her teeth ten times a day
 Scrub away scrub away scrub away
 The S.R. way.... 

 You may get to touch her
 If your gloves are sterilised
 Rinse your mouth with listerine
 Blow disinfectant in her eyes 

 Her phobia is infection
 She needs one to survive 
 It's her built-in protection
 Without fear she'd give up and die

 I know I'm artificial
 But don't put the blame on me 
 I was reared with appliances 
 In a consumer society 

 When I put on my make-up 
 The pretty little mask not me
 That's the way a girl should be 
 In a consumer society 

 My existence is elusive 
 The kind that is supported 
 By mechanical resources  

 My existence is elusive 
 The kind that is supported 
 By mechanical resources 

 I wanna be instamatic 
 I wanna be a frozen pea 
 I wannna be dehydrated 
 In a consumer society 

 In a consumer society 
 In a consumer society

 It's dark and eerie 
 And it's really late 
 Come on kid's don't hesitate
 We're going down to the underground 
 We're going down we're going down 
 To the underground 

 The hades ladies are dressed to kill 
 Dagger glares from Richard hell 
 Tension heightening heating frightening 
 Thunder rolls as fast as lightning 

  If you've got the urge 
  Come on let's submerge 

 The subterranean is a bottomless pit 
 The vinyl vultures are after it 
 Molten lava sulphur vapours 
 Smoulder on to obliterate us 

  If you've got the urge 
  Come on let's submerge

 Warrior in Woolworth's 
 Humble he may seem 
 Behind his servile innocence
 He plots and he schemes 

  He's the rebel on the underground
  She's the rebel of the modern town 
  He's the rebel on the underground 
  She's the rebel of the modern town 

 Warrior in Woolworth's 
 His roots are in today 
 Doesn't know no history 
 He threw the past away 

 Warrior in Woolworth's 
 Dips on friday nights 
 Youths meet at Stockwell Tube
 Weapons rule their lives

 I am a poseur and I don't care 
 I like to make people stare 
 I am a poseur and I don't care
 I like to make people stare 

 Exhibition is the name 
 Voyeurism is the game 
 Stereoscopic is the show 
 Viewing time makes it grow 

 My facade is just a fake 
 Shock horror no escape 
 Sensationalism for the feed 
 Caricatures are what you breed 

 Anti-art was the start 
 Establishments like a laugh 
 Yes we're very entertaining 
 Overtones can be betraying

 I can't write 
 And I can't sing 
 I can't do anything 
 I can't read 
 And I can't spell
 I can't even get to hell 
 I can't luv 
 And I can't hate
 I can't even hesitate 
 I can't dance 
 And I can't walk 
 I can't even try to talk 

 Freedom tried to strangle me 
 With my plastic popper beads 
 But I hit him back 
 With my pet rat 
 Yeah I hit him back 
 With my pet rat 

 I can't spit
 And I can't kick 
 I can't even be thick 
 I can't read 
 And I can't spell 
 I can't even get to hell 
 I can't luv 
 And I can't hate 
 I can't even hesitate 
 I can't dance 
 And I can't walk 
 I can't even try to talk

 Highly inflammable
 waiting to explode
 neurotic tensions
 risen overflowed

  You thought i was a woman
  I thought you were a man
  but I was Tinkerbill
  and you were Peter Pan

 Influenced by the fashion pages
 influenced by others' phases
 It ain't hip if you are retro
 you're a pseudo quasi intellectual

 Supreme quality
 we used to compete
 the right to decide
 is denied to the sheep

  You thought i was a woman
  I thought you were a man
  but I was Tinkerbill
  and you were Peter Pan

 Darling am I 
 Getting old 
 Tell me dear 
 I must be told 

 Y'know it's a 
 Million dollar fear 
 If lines 
 Creep in over here 

 Age she's so afraid 
 Age she's no the rage 

 She never seems to realise 
 Celluloid beauty 
 Never dies

 1977 and we are going mad 
 It's 1977 and we've seen too many ads 
 1977 and we're gonna show them all 
 That apathy's a drag 

 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 

 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 

 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

 I am a cliche I am a cliche 
 I am a cliche I am a cliche 
 I am a cliche you've seen before 
 I am a cliche that lives next door 
 I am a cliche you know what I mean 
 I am a cliche pink is obscene 

 Yama yama yama yama yama yama 
 Boredom boredom boring boredom 
 Yama yama yama yama yama yama 
 Boredom boredom boring boredom

 Bind me tie me 
 Chain me to the wall I wanna be a slave 
 To you all 

  Oh bondage up yours 
  Oh bondage no more 
  Oh bondage up yours 
  Oh bondage no more 

 Chain-store chain-smoke 
 I consume you all 
 Chain-gang chain-mail 
 I don't think at all 

 Thrash me crash me 
 Beat me till I fall 
 I wanna be a victim 
 For you all