I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head 
Checking out the rumour that I meant just what I said 
They've drawn so many chalk lines that I may as well be dead 
On the blackboard, on the pavement, but I won't eat what I'm fed - what I'm fed 
I've seen the public access but they wouldn't let me in 
Conformity has dress code and I'm two stone overthin 
And anyhow the chances are they wouldn't let me in 
Presumptions give the innovator no chance to begin 
It's either "Be one step ahead" or "Keep up with the rest" 
There's so many messages telling me they know what's best 
I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head 
I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head 
They've opened up the corridors and left the doors ajar 
With anoraks and plastic bags the consumer can go far 
Ashtrays fill and pinballs tilt to emphasise the scars 
Of a society raised on promises, falling back on credit cards - credit cards 
So let's go on a cathode raid and steal some empty minds 
Fill 'em full of hopes and dreams and call it leisure time 
There's a guy who's got no T.V. and we've got him on the line 
Stay detuned for further progress, here's a few things you can buy - you can buy 
I've strolled across the empty roads as pedestrians stare 
At lights to turn from red to green, to get from there to there 
Billboard faces mock attention given unaware 
Reliance on subliminals and a defiance of being scared 
And there's a token comic strip at the bottom of the page 
It isn't very funny but we're laughing anyway 
Smiles are hard to come by when the picture starts to fade 
And someone's favourite punchline is another person's wage 
It's either 'Be one step ahead' or 'Keep up with the rest' 
There's so many messages telling me they know what's best 
I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head 
I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head 
I've thought in terms of relaxation, giving things a rest 
Cos the constant realisation leaves presumptions in a mess 
But every turn in the situation seems to be a test 
A dotted line for the mind to sign away it's intellect - but not me not yet 
The altered state of reality that's printed screened and said 
Is feeding time for the mind that knows of nothing else instead 
Keen to kill the essential will of refusing to be fed 
I've got a mind bomb disposal unit knocking on my head - knocking on my head