You were born with football boots and a sun tan
complexion
You once thought that on reflection, you'd really
got it made
You shrugged and smiled and made the usual excuses
You suffered small abuses, and settled for their
pay
You want to learn to live like earnerest the crat
(an aristocrat)
You bought your girlfriends earrings well that
soon put paid to that
and if the whole world came crashing, down around
your ears
You could dream of stuck old wallpaper and crystal
chandeliers

You cashed in your cards now you want to buy some
glamour
You really are enamoured, with that new soap on a
rope
A thousand fat comedians came in disguised as
clerics
They got you in histerics, and walked off with
your soul
and with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get your
flag and wave
Well I saw you on TV grinning at the motorcade
Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, string them
up like drapes
So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the
great escape

You hung around to long, your mother read your
letters
You grinned like a go-getter, come and got and
gone
The time the morning slips, blends into your
wallpaper
and once you could escape her, but where did you
go wrong
and your fathers at the factory that makes money
seeling guns
To fight the wars that spends the lives of all the
peoples sons
Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, and we'll
string them up like drapes
So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the
great escape

You were born with football boots and a sun tan
complexion
You once thought that on reflection, you'd really
got it made
You once thought that on reflection, you'd really
got it made