מילים לשיר Middle-class Heroes – Divine Comedy

"Hello. What have we here? A young lady! To what do I owe this pleasant surprise, my pretty one?
How may I be of service this dark and wintry night? Ah, I see. You wish me to look into the future. your future. After GCSEs, A
Okay, my pretty, just cross my palm with plastic, After your first badly paid job in advertising. And I'll see what I can do. Wait!
The fog is lifting!" I see oriental paper globes Hanging like decomposing cocoons While exotic candles overload The dusty air with their stale perfume
And I see lentils, beans, seaweed and rice In jars on the windowsill And it ain't hardly enough to feed the mice Running behind the lines of allergy pills All these things will come to pass
When heroes of the middle class Face up to their responsibilities I see an Indian fertility God He's got thirty seven limbs to spare And tasteless tie
That double up as evening wear And I see naked bodies twist and turn On the futon of dreams fulfilled
But their three He'd rather swallow all those allergy pills I see unspeakable vulgarity Institutionalised mediocrity Infinite tragedy
Rise up little souls
Fight the good fight
Elegance against ignorance! Difference against indifference!
Wit against shit! My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below Words said without feeling never to heaven go. All these things will come to pass
When heroes of the middle class Face up, repent, and pay the price For accidentally creating life
An oversight for which they must atone And sacrifice their own.