Pulp - Deep Fried in Kelvin lyrics

Oh children of the future
Conceived in the toilets at Meadowhall
To be raised on the cheap
Cold slabs of garage floors
Rolling empty cans down the stairway
(don't you love that sound?)
Whilst the thoughts of a bad social
Worker ran through his head

Trying to remember what he
Learnt at training college
Lester said he wasn't allowed in here
So why don't you get lost?
And if you grow up
Then when you grow up, maybe
Maybe you can live live on Kelvin
Yeah you can live in Kelvin
On the promenade with the concrete walkways
Where pidgeons go to die

A woman on the fourteenth floor
Noticed that the ceiling
Was bulging as if under a great weight
When the council investigated they
Discovered that the man
In the flat above had transported a large
Quantity of soil into his living-room
In which several plants he had stolen
From a local park were
Growing when questioned
The man said all he wanted was a garden
When questioned
The man said all he wanted was a garden

Oh God, I think the future's been fried
Deep fried in Kelvin
And now it's rotting behind the
Remains of a stolen motorbike
I haven't touched it, honest
But there isn't anything else to do
We don't need your sad
Attempts at social conscience
Based on taxi-rides home at
Night when exhibition opens
We just want your car radio
And those Reflux speakers now
Suffer the little children to come to me
And I will tend their adventure
Playground splinters with cigarette burns
And feed them fizzy orange and chips
And then they grow up straight and tall
And then they grow up to live on Kelvin
Oh yeah we can have ghettos too
Only we use air-rifles
Instead of machine-guns stitch that
And we drunk driving lights

In the end
The question you have to ask yourself is
Are you talking to me or are you
Chewing a brick?