With detailed precision
Nothing omitted
Made the incision
Cut to what fitted
None of the trends

None of the friends of the packaging crew
Who sells us the image of who buys who
None of it fits
On the shelf it sits
What the rest of us have
Is being sold with a laugh
By the media men
In some hope for a trend

And when their ends meet
The next pose on a street
Will be the new complete set of rules
Sold by liars and bought by fools

When the clothe gets thin
The shoes begin
To show your feet
How far can you walk?
To the billboard talk
At the side of the street?

When the radio times
Set the rate of decline
To a bastardised beat
Does your sun still shine
On the neon signs
At the side of the side
Of the side of the side
Of the street?

Make the incision
It's an easy decision
Rejecting the gods of consumer religion
Fashion and popstars
Setting the trends

Pulling the strings are the media men
Pulling the strings, pulling the strings
Are the media men