Great British Mistake - The Adverts

The great British mistake was looking for a way out

Was getting complacent, not noticing

The pulse was racing

The mistake was fighting

The change, was staying the same

It couldn’t adapt so it couldn’t survive

Something had to give

The people take a downhill slide into the gloom

Into the darn recesses of their minds

I swoop over your city like a bird

I climb the high branches and observe

Into the mouth, into the soul

I cast a shadow that swallows you whole

I swoop, I climb, I cling, I suck

I swallow you whole

String out the drip-feed, they’re losing their world

They’re losing their hard boys and magazine girls

Advert illegal, T.V. as outlaw, motive as spell

They’ll see the books burn.

They’ll be 451

It’s people against things and not against each other

Out of the pre-pack, into the fear, into themselves

They’re the great British mistake

The genie’s out of the bottle, call in the magician

They didn’t mean to free him, devil behind them

Devil in the mirror, chained to their right hands

They’re the great British mistake

They’ll have to come to terms now, they’ll take it out somehow

They’ll blame it all on something

The British mistake — when will it be over?

How can they avoid it?

The great British mistake

The great British mistake

The great British mistake