First day with the jar
you find everyone lies, nobody minds
where is the man you respect?
and where is the woman you love?
Third week with the jar
you find everything dies
we won't vote conservative
because we never have
everyone lies
(everything of worth
is there to share)
I used to dream and I used to vow
I wouldn't dream of it now
we look to Los Angeles
for the language we use
London is dead
(I know I'll go
empty hand
from the land)