There is an SOS of real distress, baby tears at the best address Ambulance chasers won´t confess, sun comes up and you´re stuck
The ones and the zeros are flushing your pores, You´ve been flamed in the dark and you´re feeling sore The dripfeed rattle lures the innocent cattle It is the only job in town
Yeah I know Spirit of the Age is coming home Here it comes
A 747 is landing on your head A hand reaches out and you find you´re dead Scared of the tarot and scared of the score But you went in deep cos you needed more But Karma is a boomerang and here it comes again Feels like the country is a going round the bend
Yeah I know Spirit of the Age is coming home
There were a few blue singlets at the garage sale No-one was cheering at the treasures they were clearing Desperate fictions are in my book Howl of the dashboard culture that shook But Karma is a boomerang it´s bound some down again Feels like the country is just a going round the bend