As another of your leaden clichés crashes through the floor
I wish you’d fill the space it leaves and drop through that trap door
Developing a point of view demands you open wide
To narrow realms of possibility and less beside

There’s not a lot that happens and very few who care
Beyond the opportunity to tell you: “I was there!”

You can’t hear the bass or the banging of the drum
Unless it’s baked to death beneath Ibiza’s sun
And served back up, ready mixed on a compilation
To mock the clichés perpetrated by you is no fun

There’s not a lot that happens and very few who care
Beyond the opportunity to tell you: “I was there!”

You buy into a hackneyed style of vive le difference
Apparently you’re where it’s at sat firmly on that fence
Iconoclasm has become the new Free Market chance
To commit a sanitised rebellious offence

There’s not a lot that happens and very few who care
Beyond the opportunity to tell you: “I was there!”

Declan

I liked this.

especially the line 'leaden cliché'