Punks On Postcards Lyrics

And they put punks on postcards
Sell them to the tourists
Oh don't they love the English
So eccentric!

Any they put cops on duty
Smiling for the cameras
They're wearing funny hats ha
Oh it's so terrific

They put the queen on stamps
And tv every Christmas
Look at all the waving flags
Oh it's so historic!

Mother's on the phone
Says she's coming home
Someone threw a stone through a Cadillac window
Mother's on the phone
Says she's coming home
Someone threw a stone through a Cadillac window
Mother's on the phone
Says she's coming home Cos someone threw a stone through a Cadillac window

They put punks in jail and cops on overtime
Keeping the dirt right under the carpet
Trying to draw that we're all eccentric

There's tourists in the sun and money in the pockets
Painting ???
The Union Jacks moves it's so Patriotic! ha

They'll put your name on file
Taps on your telephone
Your picture on a postcard
If you really think that's fab
They'll make you the epitome of what the tourists love to see
Buckets of conformity, ha nothing more than trash!

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