Lyrics:

And there's a fire on the Junk Island where
They send their garbage, is anybody listening?
After work we'll watch, the seagulls diving in
And out of the lashing towers of flame
It twinkles like a pile of rotting jewels left
To bake in the sun, is anybody listening?
And we're just like those condom wrappers
Used up, torn up, thrown away
And we're just like yesterday's headlines:
Drifting, floating, towards the blaze

And if we rob the liquor store, we could
Be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn
And if we rob the mayor's mansion
We pawn his modern art and make a fortune
And if we rob the lonely widow
We could steal her credit cards and buy a cottage by the ocean
And we could swim in to Junk Island
We'll burn up like the seagulls and the whiskey bottles

We're scrapped valentines, we're tangerine rinds
We're Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes
We're scrapped valentines, we're tangerine rinds
We're Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes
We're scrapped valentines, we're tangerine rinds
We're Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes
We're scrapped valentines, we're tangerine rinds
We're Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes

And the children in the subway
Eating apple cores, is anybody listening?
They're breathing paint out of plastic bags
Their mumbled mouths say: 'Is anybody listening?'

Oh-ooh, oh-oooh
Oh-ooh, oh-oooh
Oh-ooh
Oh-ooh, oh-oooh
Oh-ooh, oh-oooh
Oh-ooh