Lyric Deep Fried In Kelvin - Pulp

Lyric Song Deep Fried In Kelvin: Oh children of the future conceived in the toilets at Meadowhall
to be raised on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors
rolling empty cans down the stairway don t you love that sound
whilst the thoughts of a bad social worker ran through his head
trying to remember what he learnt at training college
Lester said he wasn t allowed in here so why don t you get lost
and if you grow up then when you grow upmaybe maybe you can live
live on Kelvin yeah you can live in Kelvin
on the promenade with the concrete walkways
where pidgeons go to die
a woman on the fourteenth floor noticed that the ceiling
was bulging as if under a great weight
When the council investigated they discovered that the man in the flat
above had transported a large quantity of soil into his living room
in which several plants he had stolen from a local park were growing
When questionedthe man said all he wanted was a garden
When questionedthe man said all he wanted was a garden
Oh GodI think the future s been fried deep fried in Kelvin
and now it s rotting behind the remains of a stolen motorbike
I haven t touched ithonest but there isn t anything else to do
we don t need your sad attempts at social conscience based
on taxi rides home at night when exhibition opens
we just want your car radio and those Reflux speakers
now suffer the little children to come to me
and I will tend their adventure playground splinters with cigarette burns
and feed them fizzy orange and chips
and then they grow up straight and tall
and then they grow up to live on Kelvin
yeah we can have ghettos too
only we use air rifles instead of machine guns
stitch that and we drunk driving lights
in the end the question you have to ask yourself is
are you talking to me or are you chewing a brick