Nothing's happening
Did you really think it would
Enlightenment forevermore from grey stones and lichen
Pilgrimage and homage with a paperback stuck in your pocket
The tourist on the tombstone sighs and goes home
Suicide sells to growing girls; glamour of a pasty face
And as you eat your last meal, do you think she'd be proud of you
What did the writer mean by treacle monuments
Is it something that the populace can build on
Dictionaries and record sleeves and history from hearsay
Aren't you glad that you're not one of these
Another box set to graze the roof; come and collect these seedy scraps
And if you met, what would you say What did you mean by treacle monuments
When the judgement comes, bring all your coupons down
Queues of the righteous ones will justify your fervor
Bible belts and Maoist texts and prophets for the people
The answer's always simple in the end
They're ringing because they need you at the meeting tonight, so don't be late
And don't forget the weekend break, where you can learn to give yourself