(dick/simmonds/boult/usher)

I watch the tv every night,
I stay awake by satellite,
I hope and pray the nightmares,
Stay away today.

An oily shroud on a coral reef,
A black clouds hanging over me.
When I hit on the remote,
The programmes stay the same.
Credo, credo, credo, credo.

An assegai slick with sweat and blood,
A shotgun barks at a rabid dog,
A shallow grave hugs a highway,
Beneath a bleaching sun.

Chorus:
Credo, credo, credo, credo,
It dont mean nothin; it dont mean nothin
It dont mean nothin; it dont mean nothin to me.

When cancer sucks a young girls breast.
When a company chains a young mans soul
When the coal dust stole
My grandads breath away.

(chorus)

A tattered tramp tacks a windy wynd,
To close a crowded circle a braziers light,
A man becomes a mountain, in the falling snow.
A mother screams and a baby cries.
The memory gone before the blood has dried.
A needle pricks the conscience,
To help it fade away.

(chorus)

The more you scream, the less you hear,
Or thats how it used to be.
But I just cant tell the difference
Anymore these days.
The open lips of an alter[1] boy,
A planet spins in a silent void,
The options are ever fewer
On the ground these days

(chorus)

[1] sic. is this supposed to be altar? this is how it appears on the lyric sheet.