Sullivan/Heaton
   Gather round and listen
   And I'll tell you how's it's done
   How they manage to make idiots
   Out of everyone
   Take a human population
   With their hunger and their pain
   And the weaknesses that cripple them
   Again and again
   Invent a splendid party
   Where the dreams can be won
   And with bright flashing lights
   The heartaches are gone
   Wigh sex and with money
   And with everything for free
   Then show tantalising glimpses
   Every night on TV.
   Watch the dirty hands
   Taht laboured hard for you
   Stretching out like children
   For a crumb that they can chew
   Give a car and video
   A little hit to spare
   And go on promising
   That more could be all theirs
   All lies all lies
   All schemes all schemes
   Every winner means a loser
   In the western dreams
   The producer swears silently
   It cannot be heard
   And the camera crew are muttering
   These for letter words
   Another take is needed
   So the show can go on
   With a patronising smile
   And a popular song
   They tell you when to langle
   They tell you when to cheer
   So the audience at home
   Will get the right idea
   They watch like children
   Left out of a playground gang
   Can forming the lives
   The way they hope will get them in
   All lies all lies...
   It seems to me sometimes
   There's only two ways to choose
   In this whirlpool made
   Of a thousand years
   Either live in these ghettoes
   And know your place
   Or you trample over everyone
   In the human race
   I wish we could find
   Another way to go
   Without the Ghost of Cain
   In everything we do
   The bitterness in failure
   And the dirt in success
   This is the choice
   This is our choice
   All lies all lies...