Lyrics: Blur. Modern Life Is Rubbish. Advert.

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It's six o'clock on the dot and i'm half way home
i feel foul mouthed as i stand an wait for the underground
and a nervous disposition does'nt agree with this
i need something to remind me that there is something else
you need a holiday somewhere in the sun
with all the people who are waiting there never seems to be one
say something, say something else
advertisments are here for rapid persuasion
if you stare too long you loose your appetite
a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
you need fast relief from aches and stomach pains
chorus
do you advert think?