When we get to the to the end After fat people dragged Food through the streets In the rain and the dark Under amber street lights And they jam it in their box And squeeze shut the door Cutting on the price Cutting on the value Saving more money to make life better But the life's been destroyed By the Bauhaus lifestyle And those who haven't heard Of a minimal art When we get to the top Of piles of goods Survey the land The pock marked expanse With a million more piles You're bored but happy That your pile is higher And we grind to a halt You're bored but happy Substituting life With cheap and efficient Economy drives