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Leon Rosselson - Whoever Invented the Fishfinger lyrics
Whoever invented the fishfinger Ought to be transmogrified Skinned mashed and boxed into uniform blocks and then covered in breadcrumbs from collar to sock And then frozen, and finally, fried. Because who'd do that to a fish? Finning its way through the sea Colours in harmony, perfectly poised, Riding its flying trapeze, And progress Is all very well, but not when it chops up our dreams. And it's hard to feel at ease in the world When nothing is what it seems. Whoever invented the Daily Mail Ought to be cut down to size. Pulped and reduced To a nauseous juice Then dried out and flattened 'till ready for use, Then covered in newsprint and lies. Because who'd do that to a tree? Raising its head to the sky Rooted in centuries, telling tall tales, Breathing a green lullaby? And progress Is all very well, but not when it chops down our dreams. And it's hard to feel at ease in the world When nothing is what it seems. Whoever invented the policeman Ought to be licked into shape, Toughened and trained 'till the body's a cane, 'till the arms are a chain, 'till the nerves feel no pain, 'Till obedience rules and encircles the brain, With walls, so he'll never escape. Because who'd do that to a child? Jumping with with joy and desire. Floating in fantasy, drowning in dreams, Brimming with feelings of fire? And progress Is all very well, but not when it locks up our dreams. And it's hard to feel at ease in the world When nothing is what it seems. |
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