(Dick/Simmonds/Boult/Usher)
I watch the TV every night, I stay awake by satellite, I hope and pray the nightmares,
An oily shroud on a coral reef, A black cloud's hanging over me. When I hit on the remote, The programmes stay the same. Credo, credo, credo, credo.
An assegai slick with sweat and blood, A shotgun barks at a rabid dog, A shallow grave hugs a highway,
Credo, credo, credo, credo, It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin' It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin' to me.
When cancer sucks a young girl's breast. When a company chains a young man's soul My grandad's breath away.
A tattered tramp tacks a windy wynd, To close a crowded circle a brazier's light, A man becomes a mountain, in the falling snow. A mother screams and a baby cries. The memory gone before the blood has dried. A needle pricks the conscience,
The more you scream, the less you hear, Or that's how it used to be. But I just can't tell the difference The open lips of an alter[1] boy, A planet spins in a silent void, The options are ever fewer
[1] sic. Is this supposed to be altar? This is how it appears on the lyric sheet.