Roll up, roll up, to the land of dreams
We weave and spin a web of fantasy
We touch on the pain and fear
Then whisk you back to the consumer world
Touch the surfaces smooth the veneer,
While three-quarters of the world starves
What do you care?
The glitter continuing to glitter
The tinsel showers and Tinkerbell
Waves the magic wand
Sell sell buy buy
You know the name of the game

All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence

They sit on the fence;
Real people stand against
And say they have the best intention,
Just a rip-off trick, it's always hip
To keep in with dissention
And if an arms dealer is the record boss,
The record labels can run'em at a loss
It's money well spent to control the dross
What they don't break gets bent John

All right Jill sitting on the fence
All right Jill sitting on the fence
All right Jill sitting on the fence
All right Jill sitting on the fence

The people are fooled by the parasites who mindlessly entertain
And take rich pickings fom the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their pain
While the clowns in the pantomine don't give a toss
And sing about fucks and fads and loss
Sliding around in a genital froth,
Our world slips down the drain

That's really really wonderful
Well off the wall
That's really really marvellous
Sitting on the fence
Really terrific well out to lunch
That really is a buzz sitting on the fence

Preening and posing in a life of pretence,
In a cynical mockery of caring,
Well you can't see a turd in a barrel of shit
If that's their idea of sharing
Yeah peace is in so dump an old track
Buy a little cred with the Greenham pack,
The biz is keen to kill or catch,
As the people scream they're cheering

All right Jack All right Jill
The pen is mighty and looks can kill
All right Jack All right Jill
In one hand a gift in the other a bill

We've seen their best and we're not impressed,
So lets get priorities straight
A hamper from Harrods and the patronising gestures
Ain't gonna change the state
While the people who care are prepared to act,
The pantomine clowns keep the system intact,
Shamming a commitment they so obviously lack
The love they sing is hate fakes

All right Jack shit on the fence
All right Jill shit on the fence
All right Jack shit on the fence
All right Jack you shit on the fence

But the fence, the fence, is owned by America
Sit on the fence, owned by America
They make no pretence, it's owned by America
Sitting on the fence, owned by America

On their side American troopers and bombs
On our side the trash and consumer cons
We've been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed
But the spirit is untouched look out

Smach the Mac, smach the Mac,
Smach the Mac, smach the Big Mac
Smach the Mac, smach the Mac,
Smach the Mac, smach the Big Mac

Bronco burgers, burnt out brains,
Sterile fat, deadly rain,
Chemical colours, Kentucky creams,
Cut your teeth on American dreams

Stickin chicken, American grains
Licking shittin, American reigns
Kiddies fit in American trains
Bombs tick in American planes

Smach the Mac You're on your back
Smach the Mac till it won't came back
Smach the Mac You're on your back
Smach the Mac so it won't came back

American tourist, American free,
Two week tour in our misery
A good museum but a stinking home
The natives hang on the rotten backbone

America owns, American wins
Comes in packets bottles tins
Blind our eyes, fills our ears
It's been our soul for twenty years

Smach the Mac American tack
Smach the Mac, smach the big Mac
Smach the Mac, make it crack
Smach the Mac, smach the big Mac

We stand among your war machines looking for the light
Squaddies grunts and filth sip pepsi-cola wait to fight

The bricks of our world
That you cover in plastic
Will sail through your plate-glass windows

ET go home
ET go home

Mickey Mouse fuck off