Des de Moor
Lyrics

What we want is happy news,
Preventing all dissenting views
From pooping the party,
A watershed deferred forever,
Family fare that's not too clever
Or too arty.
For with little children safe in bed
And Chucky banned and Freddy dead
And Reservoir Dogs long put to sleep
(A fitting fate for worrying sheep)
We still find we're in too deep.

You've seen the film, you've read the book,
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
You've come back for a second look.
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
Life is like a video store,
Its pillars of wisdom nothing more than
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories,
Dirty movies
From ceiling down to floor.

Let middle classes get their kicks:
Subtitled sex in foreign flicks
Can't cause infection.
The masses, couch potatoes all,
Whose dishes sprout from every wall:
They need protection. Their children innocently grin,
Those mute repositories of sin.
Strong stimulants and Cert 18s
Can rip the plaster, tear the seams,
Then you'll really hear the screams.

You've seen the film, you've read the book,
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
You've come back for a second look.
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
Life is like a video store,
Its pillars of wisdom nothing more than
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories,
Dirty movies
From ceiling down to floor.

But open the door—
I'll show you really filthy pictures
I can't ignore:

Soldiers on desert roads left to die,
Hunched shapes in subways begging as their youth grinds by,
Pot-bellied children rooting in rubbish as food mountains rot,
The obscene, often-seen, ultimate snuff scene between have and have-not.
You may restrict the rating, ring the curtain,
Roll on the MPAA,
Shout "Why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why?"
But they just won't go away.

You've seen the camera, it's seen you.
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
You've wanked in front of mirrors too.
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
You may fantasise a better day
When life was like a radio play but those
Dirty pictures,
Dirty stories.
Dirty movies
Just won't go away.