The Run Out Grooves

And now we rise And we are everywhere

Everything that happens is from now on

You don't know it but you are

Put out to pasture on a balcony in Paris

Ladies, sing it to your husbands.

But now I guess you've changed your mind

Oh bring it in and let us see it

Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps

Just in case someone thought they had missed it

They're doing nine-to-five and moaning And they don't want you succeeding when they've blown it

I look down the back of the TV and that's where it was

The load on the road brings a tear to the Indian's eye