Bullshit

If you want to be hot, shake what you’ve got
If you want to make art, just start
If you want to make pop, say what you mean
Stick it to a backbeat
Bullshit
To get to the top you’ve got to stab a few backs
But that never stopped the ambitious
What use are backs to the gormless, the spineless?
Fuck em all, get vicious
Bullshit
The shape of the halogen headlamps on cars
Says all you need to know about progress
They used to be friendly and civic and round
But now they are scowling and furious
Bullshit
I once met a girl who was lovely and wise
And built my own Taj Mahal to her
But Standard & Poor’s downgraded her credit
Now she lives in a sewer
Bullshit
These are the days of the decline of the West
Their semi-fascism's gone
They had their day, now it’s time for the rest
To be semi-fascist in turn