Holloway Prison Blues - Million Dead

The leg bone is connected to the

Foot bone is connected to the

Export processing zones

And it’s nothing we condone

But everybody owns

A pair of those shoes

The bloodstream gets its sugar from the

Intestine gets its sugar from the

Supermarket chain

That left the village drained

Every high street, same soulless refrain

I looked a little closer at

The walls of my house

And to my surprise

They were made out of glass

So I made my way softly

Towards my front door

But to my surprise

It was bolted shut and barred

The newspaper reads like

A list of charges brought against me

So I’m changing my plea to

An open address to the jury

I confess that I was there

On that grassy knoll

And I confess I helped fake

The moon landings as well

But I confess I’ve yet to

Let slip my lowest low

There’ve been times when

I’ve pretended I didn’t know

About my skeleton

Your honor, I swear that I can explain

There are mitigating factors to consider

In this case, I was looking out

Of a window to the west

Francis Fukyama took me by the arm

Won me over with his famous

Intellectual charm

Swore this beauty wouldn’t do any harm

We didn’t look east

Because the sun was setting

It’s easy to lose yourself

In the faintest reflection in the

Pane of a window

I suspect that I’ve lost myself

In the guilty reflection of

The pain that it lets through

I must confess I’ve started

Throwing stones

Around the house

I don’t mean to moan

But I never even

Signed the lease