Wire - On Returning lyrics

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You'll be sorry when the sun has roasted you to<br />

Lobster red, nothing said<br />

When yellow has turned green to brown, divide by four<br />

Multiply by nine, describe your divisions, anatomical derision<br />

Lobster head and lobster feet<br />

On arriving with a third language<br />

Tucked into your brief case, next to your toothbrush<br />

Along with a copy of the Nouvelle Observateure<br />

While your sons and daughters who registered naught<br />

Under intensive electronic scanning<br />

You regard your body with regard to events<br />

With which nothing planned<br />

Never lacked a sense of theatre<br />

On returning with the tab you've gained<br />

A head of world service, the best of your culture<br />

An evening of fun in the metropolis of your dream