To tell the truth

To tell the truth I never really cared much for style
It's a common fad but it only lasts a while
Then you chuck out all your magazines
Tear down your posters of your beauty queens
You sift through last years rubbish
And there you are

To tell the truth I never really cared much for Superman
It's a cryin' shame, we're living in a fantasy land
You bring your children up to guard the law
Then send them up to fight some stupid war
You've got a nice big graveyard
And there you are

Mucking about with a bunch of my friends
I feel tension in the air
Why do we have to go through life in this way
A world filled with despair

To tell the truth I never really cared for politicians
It's a full time job to dodge utopia machines
For a time they keep open shop
But in a while they grind to a stop
They'll come pointing fingers
And there you are

To tell the truth I never really cared much for religion
It's a bid for fame, but it only lasts a while
For a time you get to be boss
But in a while you're nailed to a cross
You've done a nice big cock-up
And here we are

Mucking about with a bunch of my friends
I feel tension in the air
Why do we have to go through life in this way
A world filled with despair

To tell the truth I'm really rather fond of making love
Now aren't you glad I came to this part of my song
Without your love I couldn't go on
Your gentle touch makes me feel so strong
I wanna make you feel good
So here we are
Yes, here we are

Lyrics by Stephen Goodfellow 1983