Junk Culture Lyrics - I Am Kloot

Stepping into small life nowhere England 

Shaking hands with the big life idiots I was 

Trying to pick up some ordinary-ness 

From the shopping bag inspirational quiet 

Picking up a detail from a muscle magazine 

Whilst talking to someone else's wife 

and wondering do I really care about sheet metal workers 

Caught you looking though your, shop window reflection, shop window reflection, 

shop window reflection. 

Some run down amusement arcade humour 

Like cheap beer and instant coffee was pouring out 

Over the cities pavements 

Calling closing time on that cinema cue further 

Thursday night on the railway lines 

Is life and death burnt away in the distance and 

A billion TV screens close their weary eyes