I was feeling car sick from two days of driving
We’d killed a man in Huddersfield
Then drove 800 miles
Whence came upon a junction
Some wooden croc cabin
They’d hoops and horses and TV
Tramps and bearded ladies

And they’ve got bad intentions to sell you something…

In the streets a million daggers
The cops were looking for us
So I worked for the physically impaired,
so I worked at Disney world

Where they’ve got bad intentions to sell you something…
Man’s great invention the roadside attraction

It’s the arse end of culture,
‘cause we’ve got no future
And watching tv (where?)
Got no memory
Like Dr Crippen’s daughter

If happiness be what you seek
Eat as much as like ‘til three
Not even God gets in for free
No reason for this hedgemony

They’ve got bad intentions to slaughter something…
Oh it’s a blood bath, it’s a slaughter house
Man’s great invention the roadside attraction

What life is this? It’s hard to tell
If in Heaven or in Hell,
Flesh from fantasy
oh me, I bought the t-shirt
The assembled press laughed… by that point they’d killed three
And all they asked about was the t-shirt
Oh it’s the arse end of humour
Oh it’s the arse end of culture