i want to start up a big space-age riot -
 tonight late - down at the moon base -
 nice & quiet /you hit the space port -
 i'll reach the level - lie down on me -
 be a human breville /spy the boom gate -
 enter the station - join the big fan club -
 it's a davey dream nation /now head right -
 bash the attendant - feeling tight? - good -
 flip us your pendant /pass us the air tank -
 feel the g-force - suck on the space juice -
 & preserve the resource ... /geez, don't go
 looking at me like that & don't even think
 of squealing punk or it's yer kidneys - just
 start a riot - join in the fun - up come the
 cables from their frames & housings /out
 come stillettos & spraycans - shuttle tyres
 tagged & slashed /& methane is the only gas
 worth looting here - we'll never get out of
 the spaceport alive! well hey - that's logical
 when you've got no oxygen & you're all
 floating in thin moon air - still we'll cause
 a small sensation on the tv news back home -
 here comes one pixellated riot cop /sashaying
 past a dozen rioters before crashing into the TV
 camera so slowly like a bird against a window
 pane it bounced & replayed /& here's another
 rioter appearing now to swim through the air
 with somersaults evading the weightless
 truncheons & mace /ripping an oxygen mask
 from an unknown riot cop face /we are all of us
 alien teenagers in a brand-new lego-coloured
 world /we are interplanetary punks in search of
 our next headbutt - so strap the tank on firmly &
 be sure to keep your heads down peoples - coz
 the earth's setting over our new space horizon