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Great British Mistake

Adverts (The)
(album: Crossing The Red Sea With The Adverts)

The great British mistake was looking for a way out,
Was getting complacent, not noticing
The pulse was racing.
The mistake was fighting.
The change, was staying the same.
It couldn´t adapt so it couldn´t survive,
Something had to give.
The people take a downhill slide into the gloom.
Into the darn recesses of their minds.

I swoop over your city like a bird.
I climb the high branches and observe.
Into the mouth, into the soul.
I cast a shadow that swallows you whole.
I swoop, I climb, I cling, I suck,
I swallow you whole.

String out the drip-feed, they´re losing their world,
They´re losing their hard boys and magazine girls.
Advert illegal, T.V. as outlaw, motive as spell.
They´ll see the books burn. They´ll be 451,
It´s people against things and not against each other.
Out of the pre-pack, into the fear, into themselves.
They´re the great British mistake.
The genie´s out of the bottle, call in the magician.
They didn´t mean to free him, devil behind them,
devil in the mirror, chained to their right hands.
They´re the great British mistake.
They´ll have to come to terms now, they´ll take it out somehow.
They´ll blame it all on something.
The British mistake - when will it be over?
How can they avoid it?

The great British mistake.
The great British mistake.
The great British mistake.