"The time for change is NOW"
They will sell you a dream
for cheaper than a newspaper
and they think you will never know
when they change their minds later.

The future is bright under sodium streetlights.
They put billboards on the corners
of streets of ramshackle houses,
where kids spray graffiti
and cartoon old ladies clutch at their blouses.

On the television they sit in political pews
and some red-faced suit leads the mass today.
They never interrupted when he spoke,
because Hell hath no fury
like an upper class bloke.

Their tailored arms outstretched, palms upward
like some pin-stripe jacketed Jesus.
They don't tell you who or why or how
and The Smiths reverberate that ever-asked question:
How Soon Is Now?