Here's a song for 'clean machine Kevin Majorca'. He's found his own way of 'live in Majorca'. Don't walk, don't drink. Don't talk, just think. Heaven on Earth he'll get there soon.
They say the working class is dead, we're all consumers now. They say that we have moved ahead, we're all just people now. There's people doing 'frightfully well' there's others on the shelf.
It's my, my bed you're lying on. It's my, my bed you're dying on. But if it's my head you're relying on. . You gotta save yourself. Don't enslave yourself.