Lyrics:

Life's no more exciting after twenty oneThan Billy Graham or Mary Millington with no drawers onPiss artists who feel they're owed one after timeRise up from the slaughter house into the mimeThe prostitute and the businessman in compromising posesDirty linen done in bedA sell out between the sheetsAll the King's horses and President's menCouldn't put Dick back together againThe writings on the wallThe writings on the wallDr. Frankenstein getting government grantsWhile Mrs. T nurses another right wing transplantSociety's rag mag throwin' desperate fitsOffering you comfort on page three showing the naughty bitsThe guardian of the timesSees no reflection in the mirrorLife's become a comic stripA prime time for master spiesAll the King's horses and President's menCouldn't put Dick back together againThe writings on the wallThe writings on the wallThe Beeb's gone underground for posterityTaking readers of the Radio TimesThe Bible and those with false teethA sick society dropping national healthStirred up by gay boys protected by their wealthNow the bear lies woundedAnother chip off the blockSkid marks on the collarLipstick on their seatsAll the King's horses and President's menCouldn't put Dick back together againThe writings on the wallThe writings on the wallAll the King's horses and President's menCouldn't put Dick back together againThe writings on the wallThe writings on the wall