The Ex & Tom Cora — State of Shock from the album Scrabbling At The Lock (1991)
I’m moving towards a state of shock Repeats again of what’s already been said The same mistakes keep hitting us like booby trap blanks We still learn nothing, living in Tinseltown My apartment’s on the umpteenth block Some neighbours don’t really treat me so bad One used to live in a life-size tank He thinks it’s sad that this wall fell down Outside they’re selling pieces of rock Well, i want nothing of this daily threat Loads of that crap in the local bank Easy targets for our wasteful clowns But hey, one day i’m gonna find this precious frog Might be my princess, maybe her name is Fred Those stupid clouds will fade to reveal my thanks This state of shock is a merry-go-round State of shock been said booby-trap Tinseltown Umpteenth block so bad life-size tank fell down Bits of rock daily threat local bank of clowns Precious frog named Fred my thanks go round One might wander about in caverns of doubt But why be afraid to find reasons to banquet Sure, one can hide but there’s a world outside Must be pretty safe under a fire-proof blanket