Salome

Part punk part God almighty
Part fuck you part mr. x ray eyes
— I didnt choose to be Shouting for a living, it happened
Something snapped; and I dont know why
Too many slaps? too many priests?
Fumbled sex in parks?
Or just a part of the me me me generation
The thatcher youth
Coming home to roost
If the old school cap fits, wear it But Ill take my cake and share it Burning down a bonfire made of teachers
Pay your vat bills on the cinders
Just you and litlle molly flinders
Doing the twist at all the dances
Dont look to me for answer
Lets twist again, see them sing
Lets twist again, hear them sing
Lets twist again
Bring on the dancing girls!
Part sussed part amateur
Part love you part mr. bleeding heart
I singalonga, jump uppa-downa,
Watch this space
Ive got lungsfuls of this stuff
Both sides together in the commons bar
Just who the fuck
Do they think they are?
I am not a pop star —
I am a part of the class war
every revolutionary
Is motivated by love
I see the newsreels: 200 bodies
In a shallow grave in east timor;
What am I supposed to do?
Forget it? pretend it never happened?
Whilst politicians circle-jerk around
Legal jargon totem poles
Lets twist again, see them sing
Lets twist again, hear them sing
Lets twist again
Bring on the dancing girls!
You tell me Where does entertainment end
And responsibility begin?
Oh salome waits
She says bring me all the heads
Of all the heads of state
Lets twist again, see them sing
Lets twist again, hear them sing
Lets twist again
Bring on the dancing girls!