Lyrics

Got satellite sitcom
And tabloid dot com
All the right modcons
In a suburban condom

Channelled brand news
Saying you can’t lose
Tripping the short fuse
With circuses and bread queues

But when the penny drops
All the spinning stops
And then it’s up to you
Yes, it’s up to you

There’s no mystery in control
History‘s bought and sold
Whatever the prophets say
It’s profits that speak today

But when the penny drops
All the spinning stops
And then it’s up to you
Yes, it’s up to you

Then you’re on the edge
Where there’s no ledge
Then you’re on your own
And the sword slips from the stone

But when the penny drops
All the spinning stops

But when the penny drops
But when the penny drops
But when the penny drops
All the spinning stops
All the spinning stops
All the spinning stops