Soft Soap Flakes Kill

[Intro]

Bankbusted nuclear detergent blues

[Verse 1]

This evening snorted an overdose of washing powder

Thundercrackling offset litho plates

Churning silver news screams

For the media magnates mangles

Arteries of the city, electro-shoveled

Through megalithic milliards

Of brain-raping PR laundromats

Washing "whiter than white

And purer than pure"

Thanks a bunch, Tory Blur

Where Ye Olde Tea Shoppes

Are tomorrow's tsunami wrecks

Whеre a barely elеcted few

Artful dodger divers

In smooth smarming league

With Formula One busses

And global arms profit drivers

Contrived and connived to survive

Way above, defenseless

But unfazed sea-beasts gently luddite

And lucid beyond the liquidator reams of avarice

As my pen runs out of so-called

A hundred percent washable quink

The upturned bathtubs of blue chip bubbly

Swell and sparkle and seethe

And pop, fizz, gush, foam, turn

Leaping

[Verse 2]

Salmon pink, swirling

Frothy, ballooning and bubbling

Ballooning and bubbling like a child's soap bubbles

Excitedly fluted

Chasing lamb-flecked sunset vapour trails

Of phonograph light

That filters winedusk dreamer's high hopes

[Verse 3]

Strutting out up shady lanes

Joy-buoyed up to surf

And so smoothly crest

Luminescent rocking radar waves

Of ever young love's vernel vistas

That wave by wave

Drop by drop

Bid fair to effloresce

To effloresce

Even the creepiest East-end ganglands

Boogie festooned club rooms

[Verse 4]

Glass-clink toasting

Twirling pirouhettes

Balletic and jungly

Jiving the night away

Delirious couples

And congas eeling

Flailing, capsizing drunk

Spliffskips on high seas

Ebbing, flowing, breaking

Ebbing, flowing, breaking

Hoosh, hoosh, woosh

Hoosh

Hoosh

[Verse 5]

Till revelers all danced out

Glimpse from penthouse windows

How the high-rise tides mug neighboring Telecom towers

And hack proud Sky TV tentacles down

To smithereened dishwash pulp

[Verse 6]

Yo! The terminally power-cut madding muddle of the overhead by-pass

Limos dispersed midst vulcanic Babels

Of ruined computers and banks

Weapons factories and palaces

Bastions of government and betting shops

And routine intercourse of waterlogged rubbish with burst bellies

Of global free-market's waste food-froth foam

Rancid buttertombs hysterectomized to pollutant landfills

Land fills hard by the acrid stench

Of thrown up technicolor dreams

The lees of crashed out last orders

In jobs worth adult despair

Despair as of a squeezed middle loaner

Tendering cut-price curry bags home to the Missus

Beaten up by BNP thugs

Down the derelict tube station 'round midnight