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