Plastic Bag (X-Ray Spex)

1977 and we are going mad 1977 and we're gonna show them all It's 1977 and we've seen to many ads That apathy's a drag My mind is like a plastic bag That corresponds to all those ads That is fed in through by ear I eat kleenex for breakfast It sucks up all the rubbish To dry my tears And use soft hygienic weetabix My mind is like a switchboard I dont't know what's going on With crossed and tangled lines Contented with confusion That is plugged into my head It's the operators job, not mine I said My dreams I daren't remember Or tell you what I've seen I dreamt that I was hitler The ruler of the see The ruler of the universe The ruler of the supermarkets And even fatalistic me