Daycare Nation by The Jazz Butcher Lyrics

You're living in your own home
You're living in your own world
You're living in a waking dream
You're living in the best of all possible worlds

The smell of contagion
In the hall of your apartment
And a soft little scratching
On the wall of the room next to yours

And thousands of Mr Odds never seem to get a shirt on
Thousands of Mr Odds using tea bags everyday
Thousands of Mr Odds living inside of Royal Oak station
( Near Paddington. Very grim. )
Daycare nation
Daycare nation

They're not real
They're there by accident
They're not real
It's just an accident of birth
In the daycare nation