I could've seen it in a magazine, nthe perfect picture of the Manhattan streets,nA monologue from Carrie will make the scene feel complete,nas the people fill up the commercial streets.nnI could be sitting here in London town,nit's the weekend there are kids all around.nThe rustling of platic is the universal sound, from Greenwichnto Greenwich, from dollars to pounds.nnYou could be children of the revolution, but no,nthey go and beckon you into their loving arms andnsay son it's good to see you again.nnA child of fourteen fingers down their throat,nconvulsing stomach she's starting to choke.nThe mirror rings loud with all the words they invoke.nThis feeling of worthlessness will help them promote.nAll of the products that they need you to buy,nshareholder profits over Children's lives.nAnd they don't really care as all the tears that you cry, nwill help them to wash away all their dirty liesnnChorus repeat x 2