Spirit Of The Age Songtext

There's an SOS of real distress, baby tears at the best address Ambulance chasers won't confess, sun comes up and you're stuck The ones and the zeros are flushing your pores, You've been flamed in the dark and you're feeling sore The dripfeed rattle lures the innocent cattle It's the only job around Yeah I know spirit of the age is coming home A 747 is landing on your head A hand reaches out and you find you're dead Scared of the tarot and scared of the score But you went in deep cos you needed more But karma is a boomerang and here it comes again Feels like the country is a going round the bend There were a few blue singlets at the garage sale But no-one was cheering at the treasures they were clearing Desperate fictions are in my book Howl of the dashboard culture that shook But karma is a boomerang and here it comes again Feels like the country's just a goin' round the bend Yeah I know spirit of the age is coming home