Jarvis Cocker - 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?