The great British mistake was looking for a way out, was getting complacent, not noticing the pulse was racing - the mistake was fighting the change, was staying the same. It couldn´t adapt so it couldn´t survive, something had to give, the people take a downhill slide into the gloom, into the dark recesses of their minds. I swoop over your city like a bird I climb the high branches and observe Into the mouth, into the soul I cast a shadow that swallows you whole I swoop, I climb, I cling, I suck, I swallow you whole String out the drip-feed, they´re losing their world, the´re losing their hard boys and magazine girls, adverts illegal, TV as outlaw, motive as spell. They´ll see the books burn. they´ll be 451, it´s people against things and not against each other, out of the pre-pack, into the fear, into themselves. They´re the great British mistake - the genie´s outv of the bottle, call in the magician, they didn´t mean to free him, devil behind them, devil in the mirror, chained to their right hands. They´re the great British mistake - they´ll have to come to terms now, they´ll take it out somehow, they´ll blame it all on something. The British mistake - when will it be over? How can they avoid it?