City Zen citizens walking past
Head down, heading for nowhere fast
Keeping ahead, keep business busy
Making bizarre schemes to make us dizzy
Now I don’t know what’s right or wrong
I’m too rapped up in philosophical song
But we can offer our guidance, proffer our suss
Stepping stone to a collective consciousness
No ID cards, no poll tax
When you score own goals, you need new backs
We’ve no time for brackets or boxes or cages
You’re listening to the rock of ages
Caught you on the dancefloor, trousers down
Dancing to the ugliest sound around
From City Zen to the powers that be
You got T-R-O-U-B-L-E