Smash The Mac

(album: Best Before - 1986)

"And as much as the grand social circus has been created
Through the forced labour of the people,
So, by our labours will it be destroyed."

Roll up, roll up, to the land of dreams.
We weave and spin a web of fantasy.
We touch on the pain and fear...
Then whisk you back to the consumer world.
Touch the surfaces smooth the veneer,
While three-quarters of the world starves.
What do you care?
The glitter continuing to glitter
The tinsel showers and Tinkerbell
Waves the magic wand.
Sell sell buy buy.
You know the name of the game...

All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence.

They sit on the fence;
Real people stand against
And say they have the best intention,
Just a rip-off trick, it's always hip
To keep in with dissension
And if an arms dealer is the record boss,
The record labels can run'em at a loss.
It's money well spent to control the dross
What they don't break gets bent... John.

All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.

The people are fooled by the parasites who mindlessly entertain
And take rich pickings from the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their pain
While the clowns in the pantomime don't give a toss
And sing about fucks and fads and loss
Sliding around in a genital froth,
Our world slips down the drain.

That's really really wonderful.
Well off the wall.
That's really really marvellous.
Sitting on the fence.
Really terrific well out to lunch.
That really is a buzz sitting on the fence.

Preening and posing in a life of pretence,
In a cynical mockery of caring,
Well you can't see a turd in a barrel of shit
If that's their idea of sharing.
Yeah peace is in so dump an old track
Buy a little cred with the Greenham pack,
The biz is keen to kill or catch,
As the people scream they're cheering.

All right Jack. All right Jill.
The pen is mighty and looks can kill.
All right Jack. All right Jill.
In one hand a gift in the other a bill.

We've seen their best and we're not impressed,
So lets get priorities straight.
A hamper from Harrods and the patronising gestures
Ain't gonna change the state.
While the people who care are prepared to act,
The pantomime clowns keep the system intact,
Shamming a commitment they so obviously lack.
The love they sing is hate... fakes.

All right Jack shit on the fence.
All right Jill shit on the fence.
All right Jack shit on the fence.
All right Jack you shit on the fence.

But the fence, the fence, is owned by America.
Sit on the fence, owned by America.
They make no pretence, it's owned by America.
Sitting on the fence, owned by America.

On their side American troopers and bombs
On our side the trash and consumer cons
We've been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed
But the spirit is untouched... look out...

Smash the Mac, smash the Mac,
Smash the Mac, smash the Big Mac.
Smash the Mac, smash the Mac,
Smash the Mac, smash the Big Mac.

Bronco burgers, burnt out brains,
Sterile fat, deadly rain,
Chemical colours, Kentucky creams,
Cut your teeth on American... dreams
Sticking chicken, American grains.
Licking shitting, American reigns.
Kiddies fit in American trains.
Bombs tick in American... planes.

Smash the Mac. You're on your back.
Smash the Mac till it won't came back.
Smash the Mac. You're on your back.
Smash the Mac so it won't came back.

American tourist, American free,
Two week tour in our misery.
A good museum but a stinking home.
The natives hang on the rotten... backbone.
America owns, American wins.
Comes in packets bottles tins.
Blind our eyes, fills our ears
It's been our soul for twenty... years.

Smash the Mac. American tack.
Smash the Mac, smash the big Mac.
Smash the Mac, make it crack.
Smash the Mac, smash the big Mac.

We stand among your war machines looking for the light
Squaddies grunts and filth sip pepsi-cola wait to fight...

The bricks of our world
That you cover in plastic
Will sail through your plate-glass windows.

E.T. go home...
E.T. go home...

Mickey Mouse fuck off.