Invasion Hit Parade

Now that you set everybody free

What are you going to do about me?

Don't want to be treated like some poor grateful clown

I'd rather go back to the sweet underground

Where i can tell by the colour of my skin

And i know my neighbour 'cos he's the one, yes he's the one

Who always turns me in



A woman works the tunnel in the middle of the night

Picking up every lost object in sight

Handbags, toupees, lost legs and fingernails

The black market eats up all your failures

Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets

No pool, no pets, no cigarettes

Just non-stop disco tex and the sex-o-lettes



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There's no name, no name for the place or pain we'll cause you

Again and again

If you do not co-operate with the invasion hit parade



The liberation forces make movies of their own

Playing their doors records and pretending to be stoned

Drowning out a broadcast that wasn't authorised

Incidentally the revolution will be televised

With one head for business and another for good looks

Until they started arriving with their rubber aprons and their

Butcher's hooks



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They're hunting us down here with liberty's light

A handshaking double talking procession of the mighty

Pursued by a t.v. crew and coming after them

A limousine of singing stars and their brotherhood anthem

The former dictator was impeccably behaved

They're mopping up all the stubborn ones who just refuse to be saved



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