@ALBUM: X-Ray Spex: Germfree Adolescents All tracks written by Poly Styrene 1991 Virgin CDVM 9001 @SONG: The Day The World Turned Dayglo I clambered over mounds and mounds Of polystyrene foam Then fell into a swimming pool Filled with fairy snow And watched the world turn Day-glo you know you know The world turned day-glo you know I wrenched the nylon curtains back As far as they would go Then peered through perspex window panes At the acrylic road I drove my polypropolene car On wheels of sponge Then pulled into a wimpy bar To have a rubber bun The x-rays were penetrating Through the latex breeze Synthetic fibre see-thru leaves Fell from the rayon trees @SONG: Obsessed With You You are just a concept You are just a dream You're just a reflection Of the new regime You are just a symbol You are just a theme You're just another figure For the sales machine Ooo ooo they're obsessed With yoo ooo Ooo ooo they're obsessed With yoo ooo Ooo ooo cos they're watching With yoo ooo You are just a victim You are just a find Soon to be a casuality A casuality of time @SONG: Genetic Engineering Genetic engineering Could create the perfect race Could create an unknown life-force That could us exterminate Introducing worker clone As our subordinated slave His expertise proficiency Will surely dig our grave It's so very tempting Will biologists resist When he becomes the creator Will he let us exist Bionic man is jumping Through the television set He's about to materialise And guess who's coming next @SONG: Identity Identity Is the crisis Can't you see Identity identity When you look in the mirror Do you see yourself Do you see yourself On the t.v. screen Do you see yourself In the magazine When you see yourself Does it make you scream When you look in the mirror Do you smash it quick Do you take the glass And slash your wrists Did you do it for fame Did you do it in a fit Did you do it before You read about it @SONG: I Live Off You I live off you And you live off me And the whole world Lives off of everybody See we gotta be exploited See we gotta be exploited By somebody by somebody By somebody The cat eats the rat While the pimp beats the whore As she just screams out For more and more See we gotta be exploited See we gotta be exploited By somebody by somebody By somebody @SONG: Germfree Adolescents I know you're antiseptic Your deodorant smells nice I'd like to know you But you're deep frozen like ice He's a germ free adolescent Cleanliness is her obsession Cleans her teeth ten times a day Scrub away scrub away scrub away The s.r. way ... You may get to touch her If your gloves are sterilised Rinse your mouth with listerine Blow desinfectant in her eyes Her phobia is infection She needs one to survive It's her built-in protection Without fear she'd give up and die @SONG: Art-I-Ficial I know I'm artificial But don't put the blame on me I was reared with appliances In a consumer society When I put on my make-up The pretty little mask not me That's the way a girl should be In a consumer society My existence is illusive The kind that is supported By mechanical resources By existence is illusive The kind that is supported By mechanical resources I wanna be instamatic I wanna be a frozen pea I wanna be dehydrated In a consumer society In a consumer society In a consumer society @SONG: Let's Submerge It's dark and eerie And it's really late Come on kids don't hesitate We're going down to the underground We're going down we're going down To the underground The hades ladies are dressed to kill Dagger glares from richard hell Tension heightening heating frightening Thunder rolls as fast as lightening If you've got the urge Come on let's submerge The subterrene is a bottomless pit The vinyl vultures are after it Moulten lava sulphur vapours Smoulder on to obligerate us If you've got the urge Come on let's submerge @SONG: Warrior In Woolworths Warrior in woolworths Humble he may seem Behind his serville innocence He plots and he schemes He's the rebel on the underground She's the rebel of the modern town He's the rebel on the underground She's the rebel of the modern town Warrior in woolworths His roots are in today Doesn't know no history He threw the past away Warrior in woolworths Dips on friday nights Youths meet at stockwell tube Weapons rule their lives @SONG: I Am A Poseur I am a poseur and I don't care I like to make people stare I am a poseur and I don't care I like to make people stare Exhibition is the name Voyeurism is the game Stereoscopic is the show Viewing time makes it grow My facade is just a fake Shock horror no escape Sensationalism for the feed Characatures are what you breed Anti-art was the start Establishments like a laugh Yes we're very entertaining Overtones can be betraying @SONG: I Can't Do Anything I cant write And I cant sing I cant do anything I cant read And I cant spell I cant even get to hell I cant luv And I cant hate I cant even hesitate I cant dance And I cant walk I cant even try to talk Freddy tried to strangle me With my plastic popper beads But I hit him back With my pet rat Yeah I hit him back With my pet rat I cant spit And I cant kick I cant even be thick I cant read And I cant spell I cant even get to hell I cant luv And I cant hate I cant even hesitate I cant dance And I cant walk I cant even try to talk @SONG: Highly Inflammable Highly inflammable Waiting to explode Neurotic tensions Risen overflowed You thought I was a woman I thought you were a man But I was Tinkerbell And you were Peter Pan Influenced by the fashion pages Influenced by other's phrases It ain't hip if you are retro You're a pseudo quasi intellectual Supreme equality We used to compete The right to decide Is denied to the sheep You thought I was a woman I thought you were a man But I was Tinkerbell And you were Peter Pan @SONG: Age Darling am I Getting old Tell me dear I must be told Y'know it's a Million dollar fear If lines Creep in over here Age she's so afraid Age she's not the rage She never seems to realise Celluloid beauty Never dies @SONG: Plastic Bag 1977 and we are going mad It's 1977 and we've seen to many ads 1977 and we're gonna show them all That apathy's a drag My mind is like a plastic bag That corresponds to all those ads It sucks up all the rubbish That is fed in through by ear I eat kleenex for breakfast And use soft hygienic weetabix To dry my tears My mind is like a switchboard With crossed and tangled lines Contented with confusion That is plugged into my head I dont't know what's going on 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 @SONG: I Am A Cliche (A Phrase Too Often Used) I am a cliche I am a cliche I am a cliche I am a cliche I am a cliche you've seen before I am a cliche that lives next door I am a cliche you know what i mean I am a cliche pink is obscene Yama yama yama yama yama yama Boredom boredom boring boredom Yama yama yama yama yama yama Boredom boredom boring boredom @SONG: Oh Bondage Up Yours! Bind me tie me Chain me to the wall I wanna be a slave To you all Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Chain-store chain-smoke I consume you all Chain-gang chain-mail I don't think at all Trash me crash me Beat me til I fall I wanna be a victim To you all