We’ve got designer crime
We’ve got oceans of wine
We’re a bit less Ferrari
A bit more Rolls Royce

I may come I may go
I could tell all I know
But the world’s getting weary
Of my world weary voice

And my mind’s as open as a heavy creaking door
And I’m days away from the nearest friendly shore

I may be wrong or right
This may be black and white
Could be all the colours
It could be painted by hand

And as you watch your tv
And control all you see
But you run you hide from
Things you don’t understand

And your mind’s as open as a heavy creaking door
And you’re days away from the nearest friendly shore

While you sit in the corner
Placing value and price
Drinking ice and cheap cola
Or is it whisky on ice

And your only reflection
Is in your big shiny car
Kind of doing your own thing
See how lucky you are

And your mind’s as open as a heavy creaking door
And you’re days away from the nearest friendly shore