Lyrics:

Life's no more exciting after twenty one
Than Billy Graham or Mary Millingham
With no drawers on
Piss artists who feel they're owed one after time
Rise up from the slaughterhouse into the mime

The prostitute and the businessman
In compromising poses
Dirty linen done in bed
A sell out between the sheets

All the King's horses and President's men
Couldn't put Dick back together again
The writing's on the wall
The writing's on the wall

Dr. Frankenstein getting government grants
While Mrs T nurses another right wing transplant
Society's rag mags throwin' desperate fits
Offering you comfort on page three
Showing the naughty bits

The guardian of the times
Sees no reflection in the mirror
Life's become a comic strip
A prime time for master spies

All the King's horses and President's men
Couldn't put Dick back together again
The writing's on the wall
The writing's on the wall

We've never had it so good!

The Beeb's gone underground for posterity
Taking readers of the Radio Times, The Bible
And those with false teeth
A sick society dropping National Health
Stirred up by the gay boys
Protected by their wealth

Now the bear lies wounded
Another chip of the block
Skid marks on the collar
Lipstick on their seats

All the King's horses and President's men
Couldn't put Dick back together again
The writing's on the wall
The writing's on the wall

All the King's horses and President's men
Couldn't put Dick back together again
The writing's on the wall
The writing's on the wall