And the light is dim in the editing room
Where the skilled avid worker is sat
He dreams of razorblades
and celluloid on the floor
There is caffe mocha on his mouse mat

And while he silently polishes
his Academy speech
He pops another tape in
And it won't be the last one
anytime soon

Now the sun is out
over these proud office steps
Where the spokeswoman
placates the press
Vows to erase all the smoking
from all old cartoons
There are ashes
on her business dress

And while she's nursing her lead
in this cat and mouse game
She really should lighten up
It sure would be a first
in a very long time

So we cut to the dim
of the editing room
Where an avid worker's heart sinks
From simply being a tool
of a revisionist culture
And always being at war with everything

And with no-one around
he steps out on these steps
And then he lights up
And it won't be the last one
anytime soon

Guest song by Paul Hunt. Thanks, Paul!