Elvis Costello - "Invasion Hit Parade Macmanus" lyrics

Now that you set everybody free
What are you going to do about me'
Don't want to be treated like some poor grateful clown
Where I can tell by the colour of my skin
I'd rather go back to the sweet underground
Who always turns me in
And I know my neighbour 'cos he's the one, yes he's the one
A woman works the tunnel in the middle of the night

Picking up every lost object in sight
Handbags, toupees, lost legs and fingernails
Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets
The black market eats up all your failures
No pool, no pets, no cigarettes

Just non-stop Disco Tex and the Sex-o-lettes
There's no name, no name for the place or pain we'll cause you
again and again
If you do not co-operate with the Invasion Hit Parade

The liberation forces make movies of their own
Playing their "Doors" records and pretending to be stoned
Drowning out a broadcast that wasn't authorised
Incidentally the revolution will be televised
Until they started arriving with their rubber aprons and their
With one head for business and another for good looks
butcher's hooks

They're hunting us down here with Liberty's light

Pursued by a T.V. crew and coming after them
A handshaking double talking procession of the mighty
They're mopping up all the stubborn ones who just refuse to be
A limousine of singing stars and their brotherhood anthem
The former dictator was impeccably behaved