Divine Comedy - Middle-class Heroes Lyrics
Hello...What have we here?A young lady!To what do I owe this pleasant surprise, my pretty one?How may I be of service this dark and wintry night?Ah, I see. you wish me to look into the future... your future.After gcses, a-levels, university...After your first badly paid job in advertising...Okay, my pretty, just cross my palm with plastic,And Ill see what I can do...Wait!The fog is lifting!I see oriental paper globesHanging like decomposing cocoonsWhile exotic candles overloadThe dusty air with their stale perfumeAnd I see lentils, beans, seaweed and riceIn jars on the windowsillAnd it aint hardly enough to feed the miceRunning behind the lines of allergy pillsAll these things will come to passWhen heroes of the middle classFace up to their responsibilitiesI see an indian fertility godHes got thirty seven limbs to spareAnd tasteless tie-dyed tableclothsThat double up as evening wearAnd I see ***** bodies twist and turnOn the futon of dreams fulfilledBut their three-year-old kid seems unconcernedHed rather swallow all those allergy pillsI see unspeakable vulgarityInstitutionalised mediocrityInfinite tragedyRise up little soulsjoin the doomed armyFight the good fightwage the unwinnable war:Elegance against ignorance!Difference against indifference!Wit against shit!My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain belowWords said without feeling never to heaven go...All these things will come to passWhen heroes of the middle classFace up, repent, and pay the priceFor accidentally creating lifeAn oversight for which they must atoneAnd sacrifice their own
