The new DUMB

Here they come, here they come, waves of mustard gas
uniforms in uniform waving fists of cash
itīs all clear, itīs all mud, itīs like sowing weeds
bright blue, metal shiny, nothing that we need

  You canīt run away, you canīt hide away, you canīrun away
  The last dance of summer, the last chance for fun
  Weīre being invaded, here come the New Dumb

Theyīve seen god, seen Elvis, seen ufoīs
meet jfk everyday on their ouija boards
they hear sound in colours that no-one hears
not to mention their dreams (itīs getting weird in here)...

Words: Herbie Parkin
Music: Phil Etheridge

Copyright 1992 Room Service Music
Used by kind permission