I've seen faces in the window I've seen faces in the street

They talk and walk of nothing

I've known many restless summons the sand dunes I imagine

A place without a postcard

Flower people were so beautiful but straight and louds the way

Good luck the beatnik spirit

The talk of politicians the sentences of cynics are the sentences of childhood

They're all talking shit to me

Outtalked by the mass media to pay the bills it lies

And the lies we eat with breakfast

Brave faces face the boardroom the oak stained walls

Fall silent they leave lined with defeat

And they got those tears in their eyes

Well it makes no sense to me

Why don't they understand we're so ordinary too

I saw the exits closing now

Pain and passions my point of view

Well there's nothin like the truth

I've seen men that have been marked out, ruled out by grim assassins

They fell hard on instant replay

And I'm never going tere well the place I see is so much better

'Cos it makes no sense to me

I saw the exits closing now

Burning mountains burning paper burning all around and eaten.