Roy Harper - 1948ish lyrics

The lemmings push their pens and rush In hoards of crashing stupor Towards the farms of Babylon To scramble mother nature Where unrelenting drudgery Is all there is to nurture And life and d**h are by consent And love is for oppression Welcome to my nightmare It's the one in which I always press the bu*ton A million tons of printed sh** Come through my door each day Up to my dick, around my neck I can't even throw it away Bills for my shirt, receipts for my soul With only a moment to pay Before the thud of the future Gives me the shakes Welcome to my nightmare It's the one in which I always burn the cakes In 1649 Just as I light the loaded fire A space invader lands It's full of cops and bureaucrats With bouquets of final demands And I see my life flash before me again Slipping through my hands As the sound of harvest closes in Swooping - reaping Welcome to my nightmare It's the one in which I walk when I'm not sleeping In thirteen twenty four The one we've all been waiting for Nineteen eighty-four There's a little man left to hold the can He don't know how and his only plan Is everlasting life He beats the street with his plates of meat In the sandwich board of his final retreat Bellowing goodbye Everyone sees and nobody shares Everyone knows its the truth that he bears That the end is nigh And he stands against the rails at Oxford Circus Leafleting the souls who keep this pace That gathers speed and calls itself The human race And shadows fight with men of straw In pockets of derision While mother checks up on the stars Denies her intuition And sends young Julia to school To learn an empty vision That's full of paper tiger rats To pa** to her own children Welcome to my nightmare I'm the father, son and whole polluted system In nineteen eighty-four Nineteen eighty-four Nineteen eighty-four The one we've all been longing for Nineteen eighty-four