DEVIL IN THE DETAIL

Condensation on the window of the World
The enemy of promise has given birth
And justice, love and mercy, the Great British full stop
Sold at a discount as asylum alchopop

Neither cut with swords nor bruised by blows
The diamond crown on the leperous head remains
The goddess of wisdom, she flies at dawn
The gulf is left, conscience appears arcane
And sanctions busters and fussy eaters they're on an info diet
Even teachers flinch at their tattoos
Whoever wins the war is right
The cacophony of high life music
Dances all over the latest minutes silence
And the losing culture is left to hum
No danger, hardship, sickness for inspiration
And satin and spice and junk and glitter
In the absense of means
It takes it's lead from the dog with two bones
The remnants of pristine nature offer coffee
Offer coffee, or tea, or me
And the deepest pockets decide they got an unquenchable thirst
Snub beef and porter
"Well what good is two without three?"
And the western is on the comeback trail, causing value to go ape
Live like there is no tomorrow, savages peeling 'em grapes
And no one ever leaves blue book libaries
And no one ever breeds in pornography

As species die the gestures grow larger
Brian Rix deemed the new Shakespeare, in an overstocked larder
And competitive eating and the taste for too late
The decline of discipline wins the 'Great Weight Debate'
You study it, you kill it, you get sold to the bones
'Never Mind Your Children's Children' is the latest ringtone
Well, "No one lied, no one made things up",
Decomposition's kiss
They're singing, "Please Police Me" and "Does My Bomb Look Big In This?"

Luxury and self pity look through the window of the World
The World Series Of History has given birth
And as the gung ho pie gets overcooked
The slightest detail is overlooked
And there is no true religion without sincerity
And no one ever riots for austerity

by Robert Lloyd, copyright control