I see oriental paper globes   Hanging like decomposing cocoons    While exotic candles overload   The dusty hair with their stale perfume   And I see lentils, beans, seaweed and rice   In jars of the windowsill   And it ain't hardly enough to feed the mice   Running behind the the lines of allergy pills      All these things will come to pass   When heroes of the middle class    Face up to their responsibilities      I see an Indian fertility God   He's got thirty seven limbs to spare   And tasteless tie-dyed tablecloths   That double up as evening wear   And I see naked bodies twist and turn   On the futon of dreams fulfilled   But their three-year-old kid seems unconcerned   He'd rather swallow all those allergy pills      I see unspeakable vulgarity   Institutionalised mediocrity   Infinite tragedy   Rise up little souls- join the doomed army   Fight the good fight- wage the unwinnable fight   Elegance against ignorance   Difference against indifference   Wit against shit      My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below   Words said without feeling never to heaven go      All these thing will come to pass   When heroes of the middle-class    Face up, repent and pay the price   For accidentally creating life   An oversight for which they must atone   And sacrifice their own