High tech media coming at you Beaming live from the skies with the latest news It comes from the people who know you best 'Cause they're fishing for you habits and you're in their net And they're selling you the lifestyle selling you the lie That you'll miss the boat if you don't buy You bought the video kiddy- o but now you're hooked And they're flogging you the t- shirt flogging you the book TV wannabes queuing the door To be a face on a screen on a box on the floor Twinkle twinkle little stars in their eyes If I get myself on telly I'll be made for life Could I be an Oprah? Could I be a Kate Winslett or Moss? Have I got what it takes To make a go of it, show of it? Get up there and crow a bit Flash a little flesh and it'll up the stakes Coro- neighbours Eastside, giving us an insight 'Real life'? What shite! And there's more Talk shows, game show's, make yourself a name shows Each day's viewing a revolving door Now we're going digital You can cut the crap, you can ditch it all Make a choice to choose, and you can choose the views That you want to hear and that you want to loose Internet excess, kids are in a right mess Square- eyed, tongue- tied, hooked online Watch that posture, and it's gonna cost ya But it's easier than giving them your quality time Now I'm free to be who I want to be So I park my arse and I watch TV While the surf on through porn dot com I settle down to the news 'cause there's not much else on Right wing backlash, send the gyppos back, trash Media feeding a media storm Milked dry headlines eating up the air time Rich girl cops it and a nation mourns Terrorists, paedophiles, life is like the X- Files Gangs, drugs, killer bugs, scary stuff Losing all perspective, getting too protective Some journo's got his hooks in and he's hypes it up Hunger, poverty, it doesn't mean a lot to me I've seen it all a million times or more They only want my cheque book, don't give them a second look Turn my back and carry on as before So it's bye bye bye 'til the funds run dry Wipe clean widescreen DVD I'll spend a bomb on a CD- ROM But I wouldn't spare the price of a nice cup of tea The height of human aspiration A unified and happy nation Under one great Sky, one great guy The lord and master of the digital creation So click right here, have no fear Our dreams, our hopes are so so near Just a screen away, sign up today It's tomorrow's world, it's the only way There's a top rate show on the window pane this evening As the April rain runs rivers down the glass It beats sweet hypnotic rhythms on the canvass And the cuckoo sings and the fresh young Spring leaves dance

Just an ordinary day The bus is late and the traffic's moving slow Just another day And there are better ways to live But now I need to work to make ends meet You've got to swim when the water's deep But for now it's just an ordinary day Just an ordinary day And in the market they prepare to meet the rush Just another day For me and for the man Who with his bag does all the bins in town He may be out but he isn't down Its a sunny, Springtime ordinary day Its an ordinary day I get to work, I climb the stairs and change my shoes Just another day But there are always some you'll win and some you'll... Sorry, son, to break the news We can't afford to pay your dues On this or any ordinary day Just an ordinary day There are queues already formed outside the shops There's a busker getting ready as I hurry past to catch my bus As the familiar countryside rolls by The top deck of the eighty- nine It almost seems an ordinary day Just an ordinary day You are in the garden, working in the sun Just another day So you're surprised when I return And though we shrug and smile and drink our tea Things won't look so good next week We'll have a harder kind of ordinary day

My name it is Sam Hall Burglar, creep and chimney sweep My name it is Sam Hall, it is Sam Hall My name it is Sam Hall And I hate you one and all Now my neck must feel the pull So damn your eyes I've robbed both rich and poor Yes that's true, maybe I've robbed you I've robbed both rich and poor, rich and poor I've robbed both rich and poor Of cash of candlesticks and more Even meat from out your store So damn your eyes I see my Molly in the crowd I robbed to please and bring her ease I see my Molly in the crowd, she's in the crowd I see Molly in the crowd Well hey there Molly aren't you proud Now that I've found fame, and how? Well damn your eyes Now a- swinging I must go For my sins my wicked sins Now a- swinging I must go, I must go Now a- swinging I must go While you bastards down below Yell and spit and jeer and crow Well damn your eyes