Money bound commuters stare at their computers
While a flock of swans drift by under blue and cotton sky
And they’re tapping at their laptops and their phones
Just to buy a new extension for their glitzy second homes
Or is it just a tyre for a Porsche ?

Do those glasses that they wear help them
See their dreams more clearly
Does that monet thet they’re earning
Cure that inner yearning ?
Do those phoney mobile voices
Give them better choices ?
Or is it just a tyre for a Porsche ?

I want to say “look that sky is blue
Those cliffs are red
Like the colour of the sand in which you’re
Burying your head.examining
those stock exchanges prices
What kind of hell is this that you make
Those sacrifices ? Or is it just a tyre
For a Porsche ?”

They don’t talk anymore they just “Touch Base”
To build another holiday home to deface
This green and pleasant land with scars
While negotiating building pubs on Mars (Mars Bars ?)
While negotiating building pubs on Mars (Mars Bars ?)

Do those glasses that they wear help them
See their dreams more clearly
Does that Monet that they’re earning
Cure that inner yearning ?
Do those phoney mobile voices
Give them better choices ?
Or is it just a tyre for a Porsche ?

Is this what they mean by reaching
For the stars ?
Is that what they mean by reaching for the stars ?

Negotiating building plots on Mars..
Mars Bars ?

Or it just a tyre for a Porsche ??