Only One Flavour - TV Smith

This is how it starts up A slap and a cry

The slaps keep coming

For the rest of your life

And you don’t know who to question

And you don’t know how to fight

You just hope that by the end

It turns out alright

There’s only one flavour

Only one way to go No opposition

Only one view to hold

I weathered out those anxious years

Of boom and slump

In a tree and a tunnel and a tent

And a truck by a garbage dump

My life was like a motorway

My wheels were square

Sometimes I wonder How I got anywhere

Every crank, poet, genius

Pressured off the devious

Tied to the coat-tails

Speeding down the monorail …

Only one flavour!

I woke up and I was driving

There was blood on my hands

I felt like a stranger

In an over-familiar land

Well, we all fall to the centre

But my eyes are full of stars

Sometimes I wonder

How I ever got this far