Graham Parker

Now don't get bent out of shape,
don't start tearing out your hair
One a sweet little angel, that stuff's nowhere
When the bombs go off on Oxford Street
and the kids beat up old people
It's just a soundtrack for your life it's just everyday evil
CHORUS
Don't let it break you down
Don't let it break you down
Don't let it break you down, higher!
Some people are in charge of pens
that shouldn't be in charge of brooms
They have the nerve to rip up a man's life
in a paragraph or two
And the aeroplanes get yihacked
and all the Americans get killed
And the children are addicted to a sugar-coated pill
(Chorus)
Well you get sent out on the racetrack,
you get spurs dug in your cheeks
You'll see a winning post in the distance
that you'll never reach
And there's a hole in the atmosphere
gets bigger every time you spray your hair
And someone's drilling down through the earth
just to see what's there
(Chorus twice).