I turned on the television
To see whatís going on
Nothing but a lady
Brandishing a loaded gun

The air is full of poison
The streets are full of shit
You have to travel miles and miles
To get away from it

I went out to the country
To breathe the country air
But the countryside was nationalised
And I didnít like it there

I keep on getting phonecalls
From these people I donít know
They ask me what Iím doing
And where Iíd like to go

So I say Iím going nowhere
Ďcept maybe back to bed
Coz the best place I have been to
Is the place inside my head