Plastic Bag - X-Ray Spex

It’s 1977 and we are going mad

It’s 1977 and we’ve seen too many ads

It’s 1977 and we’re gonna show them all

Apathy’s a drag

My mind is like a plastic bag

That corresponds to all those ads

It sucks up all the rubbish

That is fed in through by ear

I eat kleenex for breakfast

And I use soft hygienic Weetabix

To dry my tears

1977 and we are going mad

It’s 1977 and we’ve seen too many ads

1977 and we’re gonna show them all

Apathy’s a drag

My mind is like a switchboard

With crossed and tangled lines

Contented with confusion

That is plugged into my head

I don’t know what’s going on

It’s the operators job, not mine

I said

It’s 1977 and we are going mad

It’s 1977 and we’ve seen to many ads

It’s 1977 and we’re gonna show them all

Apathy’s a drag

My dreams I daren’t remember

Or tell you what I’ve seen

I dreamt that I was Hitler

The ruler of the sea

The ruler of the universe

The ruler of the supermarkets

And even fatalistic me

It’s 1977 and we are going mad

It’s 1977 and we’ve seen too many ads

It’s 1977 and we’re gonna show them all

Apathy’s a drag!