CULTURE SHOCK LYRICS

"Punks On Postcards"

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

And they put punks on postcards
Sell 'em to the tourists
Oh! Don't they love the English
So eccentric!

And they put cops on duty
Smiling for the cameras
"They're wearing funny hats" Ah!
Oh! It's so terrific!

They put the queen on stamps
And T.V. every Christmas
Look at all the waving flags
Oh! It's so historic!

Mother's on the phone
Says she's coming home
Someone threw a stone through her Cadillac window
Mother's on the phone
Says she's coming home
Someone threw a stone through her Cadillac window
Mother's on the phone
Says she's coming home
Cos someone threw a stone through her Cadillac window

They put punks in jail and the cops on overtime
Keeping the dirt right under the carpet
Guarding the story that we're all eccentric

Cos tourists in the sun is money in the pocket
It's quaint and it's cute, but it's false, it's plastic
The Union Jackboot is so patriotic

They'll put your name on files - files, files, files
Taps on your telephone
Your picture on a postcard
If you really need the cash
They'll make you the epitome
Of what the tourists love to see
Packaged non-conformity, Ah!
Nothing more than trash - trash
Trash - trash, trash, trash, trash, trash
Nothing more than trash

Thanks to Mark Harrison for these lyrics

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