Lyrics:

Blossom lipped ladies and men with a gleam in their eyes.
Fat happy babies sit on their born thin mother's thighs.
Picture a vow,
Picture well.

I couldn't see the cracks in this fine social scene.
I couldn't find the fault with this whole pantomime.

All others laughing the jokes by the host, he's no man.
All others dancing in couples to these session bands,
Wearing smiles,
Hot Colt 45s.

I couldn't see the cracks in this fine social scene.
I couldn't find the fault with this whole pantomime.
I couldn't see the cracks in this fine social scene.
I couldn't find the fault with this whole pantomime.

Cracks in this fine social scene.
The fault with this whole pantomime.

Cracks in this fine social scene.
Fault with this whole pantomime.

I couldn't see the cracks in this fine social scene.
I couldn't find the fault with this whole pantomime.
I couldn't see the cracks in this fine social scene.
I couldn't find the fault with this whole pantomime.