Modern World

All that rugby puts hairs on your chest What chance have you got against a tie and a crest

Sitting on the train You're nearly there You're a part of the production line

I wanna say, I wanna tell you About the young ideas

We have the power to control the whole land You never must question our motives or plans

If you gave me a dream for my pocket You'd be plugging in the wrong socket

I've got a pocket full of pretty green I'm going to put it in the fruit machine

I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive

To touch your face in the morning light I hope you're always gonna be around

I've a little money and a take away curry I'm on my way home to my wife