X-ray Spex - Plastic Bag

1977 and we are going mad
Its 1977 and weve seen too many ads
1977 and were gonna show them all
That apathys 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 dont know whats going on
Its the operators job, not mine
I said

My dreams I darent remember
Or tell you what Ive seen
Ive dreamt that I was Hitler
The ruler of the sea
The ruler of the universe
The ruler of the supermarket
And even fatalistic me