Sat on your throne in the sky
Watching from miles above
Scouting for one hit wonders
And those with a pretty petty smile
Pumped with green
And the colour green is only what they see
See that boy on the telly ask him to describe the chord E

Has it really come so far that we listen to these manufactures stars?
Deep like a mole in the ground is the place to be for me

On the ever waiting day
When the record case is played
By the brainwashed kid
Who sits daily on the corner at the chippy
He didn't have a clue
Untill the record withdrew
A sound that will last forever to those who only know

Has it really come so far that we listen to these manufactured stars?
Dig till you hit the ground if you don't want to sell out