Still, grey morning
It’s, uh, Wednesday
Half-light November
You know, no birdsong
Trees are dripping
Distant roar of traffic from another, busier street
And we’re the Midnight Cleaners
They’re coming back from the night shift
Been cleaning offices high up in the city all night
It’s, uh, early morning people
On buses, looking at us like we’re some kind of aliens
I don’t trust them
On the way back, on down the high street
Past the television shop
These commercials are, uh
Well, these idiot families
The TV family
They’ve got four lovely children
Prim, idiots
All cleaning their teeth together
All going to the Building Society to take their money out
Or, or live on one of those homes
[?], I don’t know
All their houses look the same
These people don’t actually exist, you know?
Nobody ever dies or gets cancer
Not in the [?]
It’s just a big lie
Uh, walking on further down the street
Past the cinema that they turned into a bingo hall
It’s like, if you imagined it was two hundred years ago
And people were soaked in gin
Instead of media lies, like they are now
And then would that make it any better?
I don’t know, but it’s like in Orwell’s “Nineteen Eighty-Four”
You had this feeling, constantly, of being
Cheated
You’re not like [?]
And we are the Midnight Cleaners
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Cleaners from Venus Lyrics – Midnight Cleaners