State of shock

I'm moving towards a state of shock

repeats again of what's already been said

the same mistakes keep hitting us

like booby-trap blanks

we still learn nothing, living in Tinseltown

My apartment's on the umpteenth block

some neighbours don't really treat me so bad

one used to live in a life-size tank

he thinks it's sad that his wall fell down

  

Outside they're selling pieces of rock,

well I want nothing of its daily threat

loads of that scrap in the local bank

easy targets for our wasteful clowns

But hey one day I'm gonna find this precious frog

might be my princess, maybe her name is Fred

Those stupid clouds will fade to reveal my thanks

this state of shock is a merry-go-round

The Ex & Tom Cora - State of Shock, 

       Scrabbling At The Lock (1991)