Everything Is Everything

Lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] When hip-hops selling perfume and boy bands selling grief The blues men market life insurance, just one foot underneath Jazz has come to nothing but transparent handkerchief Everything is anything to anyone The butcher sells you pantyhose, the supermarket sells you land The newsreader likes to read the news but he's also in a band And feminism's fast asleep with a cock in either hand Everything is anything to anyone [Chorus 1] Modern, modern man is a man of many mates So we decorate, we imitate, we duplicate our greats It's the sound of octopuses giving infinite high-eights Everybody's business is show business [Verse 2] The newsagent sells you holidays, the travel shop sells you sand The local vicar saves your soul but he also saves the damned Nothing's black and white no more, just permanently tanned Everything is anything to anyone Locate, locate, locate, locate the victim's house Swap the wives and take their lives and turn them inside out Nothing left in closet, nothing left in doubt Everything is anything to anyone [Chorus 2] Modern, modern woman's juggling many knives Duplicating, imitating other people's lives To the sound of a million whistling wolves from the grounds of a thousand building sites Everybody's business is show business [Refrain] And the thin are getting thinner, the big are getting bigger Till five and seventy-five year olds worry 'bout their figure The big are getting bigger, the thin are getting thinner Till everyone's looking, everyone's cooking everyone else's dinner [Verse 3] And the indoors want you, Oliver; the outdoors want you, Oddie The bank, they want a Tex or Hank; the mic wants Pavarotti Kitchen, garden, wardrobe, property in the sun Everything is anything to anyone And this YourSpace, Myspace, their big mouth Turns everything outside inside out And YourTube, MyTube, everybody's spout Everything is anything and owt is fucking nowt [Chorus 3] Modern, modern children, modern girls and boys Leaving all their nursery rhymes, ignoring all their toys It's the sound of shoot-'em-up making all the fucking noise Every kid's business is his own business [Refrain] And the thin are getting thinner, the big are getting bigger Till five and seventy-five year olds worry 'bout their figure The big are getting bigger, the thin are getting thinner Till everyone's looking, everyone's cooking everyone else's dinner [Verse 4] And we shave our heads to make us look thin Till the whole fucking Earth's this fat, bald skin Till the fitness instructors and the owners of the gym Are "Seig Heil"ing down from the balcony of the trim And the neighbour of the chauffeur of the brother of the act Is helping selling papers by omitting just one fact That he doesn't really know them but what he knows for sure Is everybody's hands are in everyone else's knicker drawer [Chorus 4] With Easter eggs in January, Christmas lights in June Anything that's barely over's coming back real soon Ah, some folk call it gluttony, some folk call it greed It's just a million fucking pigeons to a single grain of seed [Refrain] And the thin are getting thinner, the big are getting bigger Till five and seventy-five year olds worry 'bout their figure The big are getting bigger, the thin are getting thinner Till everyone's looking, everyone's cooking everyone else's dinner [Outro] Everybody's business is show business...