Middle-Class Heroes - The Divine Comedy

Hello

What have we here

A young lady

To what do I owe this pleasant surprise

My pretty one

How may I be of service this dark and wintry night

Ah I see

You wish me to look into the future

Your future

After GCSEs A-levels university

After your first badly paid job in advertising

Okay my pretty just cross my palm with plastic

And I'll see what I can do

Wait

The fog is lifting

I see oriental paper globes

Hanging like decomposing cocoons

While exotic candles overload

The dusty air with their stale perfume

And I see lentils beans seaweed and rice

In jars on the windowsill

And it ain't hardly enough to feed the mice

Running behind the lines of allergy pills

All these things will come to pass

When heroes of the middle class

Face up to their responsibilities

I see an Indian fertility God

He's got thirty seven limbs to spare

And tasteless tie-dyed tablecloths

That double up as evening wear

And I see naked bodies twist and turn

On the futon of dreams fulfilled

But their three-year-old kid seems unconcerned

He'd rather swallow all those allergy pills

All these things will come to pass

When heroes of the middle class

Face up today and responsibility

I see unspeakable vulgarity

Institutionalised mediocrity

Infinite tragedy

Rise up little souls

Join the doomed army

Fight the good fight

Wage the unwinnable war

Elegance against ignorance

Difference against indifference

Wit against sh*t

My words fly up to heaven

My thoughts remain below

Words said without feeling never to heaven go

Never to heaven go

Oh never to heaven go

Never to heaven go

All these things will come to pass

When heroes of the middle class

Face up repent and pay the price

For accidentally creating life

An oversight for which they must atone

And sacrifice their own