Where do you begin to explain the mess,
The mess you made of it?
I was only out for half an hour,
I said "please look after it".
You had to think that you know best
And forget all the [bad word] 
You ignored the difficult [bad word] And opened the door to fools.

Now I see the strong ones make,
I see the weak ones break,
I see [bad word] out of time.

You got a finger in every pie,
Well what did I expect?
You made an art-form out of talking [bad word] 
And partying 'til you're wrecked.
In the small hours it's so easy to feel
You've got some big ideas,
But in the morning you should put them away
Cos' you know they'll end in tears.

I see the strong ones fake,
While the weak can't stay awake,
You know you're always on my mind.

And football's all about training shoes
Yeah, it's added up to this.
And religion's all about bums on seats.
And if you're livin' in the West
Mum's apple pie is full of 'E's,
And Dad ain't at his best;
His new car was designed by God
But Jesus, he looks a mess.

I see the strong ones take,
I see the weak, the weak ones ache,
You know it's always on my mind.

While we're busying ourselves with mines,
The chemists are working late.
They gotta breed an [bad word] gene
To wipe us all away.
They're just following their inquisitiveness,
Well that's what they like to say.
But it sounds like they're just following orders
Like the [bad word] used to say.

I see the gas clouds shake,
I see the rivers ache,
You know it's always on my mind.

What kind of music are you playing there, son?
What is that old machine?
Doesn't matter I can't hear the words,
Cos' I don't care what they mean.
Yeah I believe you,
You're a real street fighter,
Gonna change the system from within.
Hey watch this guy, he's a bare faced liar
Yeah, that's, that's him in the limousine.

I hear your [bad word] take,
I hear your [bad word] machine break,
You know it's always on my mind.

If Jesus came now
He'd say "Lord get me outta here,
Cos' I, I just can't handle this".
The Lord would say
"Hey Jesus what d'ya mean?
It was always going to be this way".
"All Mighty Father, you are full of [bad word] 
Cos' the folks down here, don't wanna be saved.
Why have they forsaken themselves?
And used hypocritical armour-plating".

I see the strong ones take,
I see the weak ones break,
You know it's always on my mind.

If you were passing in a space vehicle,
And you came close to Planet Earth,
You wouldn't stop by for tea
Cos' of the screaming that you heard;
And the lying, and the cheating, and the gnashing of teeth,
And the straight-ahead mental deformation.
You'd head on to Venus
With its [bad word] sulphuric acid precipitation.

Who'd want to stop where the strong ones reign,
But they won't ease the weak ones pain?
You know out of sight would be really out of mind.

Well I'm sittin' here watching little kids starve,
And worlds get thrown away.
I'm thinking there's just gonna be more
Before any goodness has its way.
I'm sick of feeling sick of you,
You're too smart to be like this.
But you've got no legends that will guide your soul,
Now you're really taking the [bad word] 

I see the weak ones strong someday,
Not in any [bad word] way,
More like in the movement of Elvis' hip-sway,
When [bad word] and stays,
When all the corporations have gone away,
When laughing gas is handed out on the Big Love Day,
When egos are driven underground cos' they get no approbation,
When boys and girls are laughing in every nation,
When the [bad word] is pursued for relaxation,
When living with the world is our aspiration,
When there's no mileage in hate, and no gas-stations,
And the creatures are protected from mammals to [bad word] 
And the soul has found it's LIBERATION.
You know this is always on my mind.