Woorden: Hugh Cornwell. Wired.

Wired antisocial beast
Wired not put out in the least
Someone's got up my nose
Bothering me, who knows

The whys and the wherefores
Speaking in semaphores
Wired everything moves in slow motion
Wired some sort of a computer

The tapes running backwards
Keep up your step on the moving pavement
So what are you on?
So what are you on?
So what are you on?
So what are you on?

An escalator taking you underground
That's what it is, it is
That's what it is, it is, it is