Junk Culture Songtext / Lyric

Stepping into small life nowhere England

Shaking hands with the big life idiots I was

Trying to pick up some ordinary-ness

From the shopping bag inspirational quiet






Picking up a detail from a muscle magazine

Whilst talking to someone else's wife

and wondering do I really care about sheet metal workers

Caught you looking though your, shop window reflection, shop window reflection,

shop window reflection.



Some run down amusement arcade humour

Like cheap beer and instant coffee was pouring out

Over the cities pavements

Calling closing time on that cinema cue further



Thursday night on the railway lines

Is life and death burnt away in the distance and

A billion TV screens close their weary eyes