Invasion Hit Parade Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Now that you set everybody free 

What you gonna do about me? 

Don't wanna be treated like some poor grateful clown 

I'd rather go back in the sweet underground 

Where I can tell the time by the color of my skin 

And I know my neighbor 'cause he's the one, yes he's the one 

Who always turns me in 

A woman works the tunnel in the middle of the nights 

Pickin' up every lost object in sight 

Handbags, toupees, lost legs and fingernails 

The black market eats up all your failures 

Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets 

No pool, no pets, no cigarettes 

Just non-stop disco tex and the sex-o-lettes 

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There's no name 

No name for the place or pain we'll cause you 

Again and again 

Till you do not co-operate with the invasion hit parade 

The liberation forces make movies of their own 

Playing their 'Doors' records and pretending to be stoned 

Drowning out a broadcast that wasn't authorized 

Incidentally the revolution will be televised 

With one head for business and another for good looks 

Until they started arriving 

With their rubber aprons and their butcher's hooks 

There's no name 

No name for the place or pain we'll cause you 

Again and again 

If you do not co-operate with the invasion hit parade 

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They're hunting us down here with liberty's light 

A handshaking double talking procession of the mighty 

Pursued by a TV crew and coming after them 

A limousine of singing stars and their brotherhood anthem 

The former dictator was impeccably behaved 

They're mopping up all the stubborn ones 

Who just refuse to be saved 

There's no name 

No name for the place or pain we'll cause you 

Again and again 

Till you do not co-operate with the invasion hit parade