The Wind-Up Birds - All the Gate Kickers

On the wall there's a sign that blinks 
It says sixty-three calls waiting 
They decided he was evil  
So went ahead and kicked his gate in 

The surgeons' tools are in the Eastern Bloc 
So no one's operating 
He's sharing his gutless theories on  
Who should and shouldn't be mating 

There's tinted windows at the private club  
Where all the twats march straight in 
A million mocking video channels 
Trying to bring back badger baiting 

No one cares if you die on the job 
They only care if you are late in 
She's chatting up her best friend 
While she pukes up in the grating 

At the bus stop there's a dazzle ship bloke  
Grimly masturbating 
In the end all the password days 
Just feel so isolating 

No amount of baffling  
Could hold back all the nationalists prating  
They ploughed into those little kids 
While they were trying to check their rating 

So much for all the revolutionary types 
They're all out roller-skating 
When they cancelled his connection 
It felt so emasculating  

All the plastic surgeons went on strike  
When you finally booked the date in 
When they estimated the price of your beliefs  
They weren't exaggerating  

She switched off the tracking on her phone 
'cause she didn't want locating 
The agency said "What did you expect 
"What a daft thing to put your fate in" 

When everyone brought a bottle 
You were the one who brought a crate in 
We loved and lost and lost and lost 
And that's not overstating 

Written by:
John Ackroyd

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