All Mod Cons

Daylights dawns, you wake up and yawn - mr. clean
A piece of toast from the one you love most - and you leave
You get the bus in the 8 o'clock rush,
And catch the train in the morning rain
Mr. clean - mr. clean

If you see me in the street - look away
Cause i don't ever want to catch you looking at me - mr. clean
Cause i hate you and your wife
And if i get the chance i'll fuck up your life
Mr. clean - etc. -
Is that seen!

Surround yourself with dreams, of pretty young
Girls, and anyone you want, but -
Please don't forget me or any of my kind
Cause i'll make you think again
When i stick your face in the grind -

Getting pissed at the annual office do -
Smart blue suit and you went to cambridge too -
You miss page 3, but the times is right for you -
And mum and dad are very proud of you -
Mr. clean - etc.

Where the streets are pave with blood,
With cataclysmic overtones
Fear and hate linger in the air
A strictly no-go deadly zone
I don't know what i'm doing here
'cause it's not my scene at all
There's an 'a' bomb in wardour street
They've called in the army, they've called in the police

I'm stranded on the vortex floor
My head's been kicked in and blood's started to poor
Through the haze i can see my girl
Fifteen geezers got her pinned to the door

There's an 'a' bomb in wardour street, it's blown up the city
Now it's spreading through the country

Law and order takes a turn for the worst,
In the shape of a size 10 boot
Rape and murder throughout the land,
And they tell me that you're still a free man
Well if this is freedom i don't understand
'cause it seems like madness to me.

'a' bomb in wardour street.
Hate bomb, hate bomb, hate bomb, hate bomb!

A philistine nation, of degradation,
And hate and war. there must be more.
It's doctor martin's a p o c a l y p s e - apocalypse!

Seen you before, i know your sort,
You think the world awaits your every breath
You'll be my friend, or so you say
You'll help me out when the time comes

And all the time we're getting rich,
You hang around to help me out

But when we're skint, oh god forbid!
You drop us like hot bricks

Artistic freedom. do what you want.
But just make sure that the money ain't gone

I'll tell you what, i got you sussed
You'll waste my time, when my time comes.

All we seem to do is talk about it
We always end up shouting about it
There was a time we could overcome it
But it's too late to say we'll just forget it
It's too bad that we had to break up
And too much said for us to every make up
I could get by if i could just forget you
But things remind me and i feel so sad now

I could say i'm sorry
But it's not the point is it?
You want to play your games and
You don't mind if i get hurt

Same old feeling everytime i see you
And every avenue i walk i'm behind you
Your back is turned and your eyes are closed girl
You move in circles that are out of my reach now

To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer a rock singer
Or a big film star, yes i think i would like that
To be rich and have lots of fans
Have lots of girls to prove that i'm a man
And be no. 1 - and liked by everyone

Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
They really dig me and i dig them
And the bread i spend - is like my fame - it's quickly diminished

And there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool
No more reporters at my beck and call
No more cocaine it's only ground chalk
No more taxis now we'll have to walk

But didn't we have a nice time -
Didn't we have a nice time
Oh wasn't it such a fine time

I realize i should have stuck to my guns
Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons
And lose myself - i know it was wrong - but it's cost me a lot

And there's no more drinking after the club shuts down,
I'm out on me arse with the rest of the clowns
It's really frightening without a bodyguard
So i stay confined to my lonely room

The distant echo -
Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
To take them home to
The ones that they love and who love them forever
The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's paper
Mr. jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage
And i'm down in the tube station at midnight
I fumble for change - and pull out the queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a plum
Behind me
Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices
Hating, waiting
"hey boy" they shout - "have you got any money?"
And i said - "i've a little money and a take away curry,
I'm on my way home to my wife.
She'll be lining up the cutlery,
You know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"
And i'm down in the tube station at midnight

I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs and wormwood scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
And i'm down in the tube station at midnight
I said i was down in the tube station at midnight

The last thing that i saw
As i lay there on the floor
Was "jesus saves" painted by an atheist nutter
And a british rail poster read "have an awayday - a cheap holiday -
Do it today!"
I glanced back on my life
And thought about my wife
'cause they took the keys - and she'll think it's me
And i'm down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight