JAM TOMORROW

John Jones / Alan Prosser / Ian Telfer
Universal Music Publishing Ltd 1995

First released on: The Shouting End of Life, 1995

I was born bred burped and fed in a place that was not funny
the sun shone out of Thatcher's arse waving wads of money	
my father told me not to fuss, never shirk the factory drudge
his generation steamed away, life bleached out in a 12 - hour day

all went well with the witch's spell, fortune's fragrance wafted
till the boom went bust in a cloud of dust and suckers all got shafted
bastard this and bastard that, I even ate my bastard hat
father would've won his bet, I was up to the neck in the same old debt

how they school you, how they fool you
how they take you for a ride
how the same old lardballs screw you
it's murder faking suicide

hey hey, the donkeys say
milk and honey's on the way
everybody get down and pray
it's jam tomorrow...shit today

they could and they would 'cause greed was good
and life was made for shopping
all the prizes mega-sizes, all the lies just Wapping
bastard this and bastard that, I even ate my bastard hat
father's ghost is laughing still to see me stuck on the same treadmill

hey hey, the donkeys say milk and honey's on the way everybody get down and pray it's jam tomorrow...shit today