Who’s there in the background who’s back there in the wings?
Who’s wobbling that ground who’s pulling all the strings?
Who’s making that whirr sound that makes the Tardis whizz
Who knows exactly what it is?
Who’s there in the foreground who has to wear it all
Who’s right there in the firing line who’s taking in all the bull
Who would like but try as might can’t make head nor tail of it all
Who would be more typical to be found staring at the wall
But who dares look inside and doesn’t mind the fee
Who would prefer some insight to some lightweight honesty
Who knows exactly just what a monster he can be
Who’s doesn’t care to see, so afraid of what he might be but
Who won’t say this cos who don’t want to be nasty
Who don’t wanna be shamed for saying something he can’t say
Who don’t wanna be racist who don’t wanna be Nazi
Who don’t wanna be faceless, who don’t wanna be patsy


By who’s authority has this got out of hand?
Who’s left these abhorrences to spread throughout the land
Who knows of the sick and twisted lives they must live
But who’s gonna act all surprised when they find something’s got to give
Who’s out there funding all this mass civil unrest
Who on their ass wondering who’s gonna pay for all this mess
Who sent this virus out and who’s giving us these tests
Who’s gonna wanna protest, who's not sending their best
Who’s gonna be the next one all lovey doves and trusting
only to find way down the line they’re someone quite disgusting
Who sent these parasites there's no Hammerite for this rusting
Who’s gonna bust in and give em a dusting

Who made this all into this world of dichotomise
who’s filling our children's heads with minds softer than cottage cheese
Who knows what’s out there in those far off distant colonies
maybe some place where there’s some ancient race of Billy Connollys
Who’s in that future there who's walking that robot pup
Who’s thoughts are so damn clean you'll need a machine to get it up
Who’s gonna make sure that software comes from a good copy
Or just like retro programming you’ll be returning back to floppy
Who’s gonna rip and crush.who’s gonna be there when duty calls
Who’s gonna remain hushed when they rush in their pharmaceuticals
hey don’t worry yourself love just polish up those cubicles
no you look beautiful I suppose I’ll get it in trouble for that now

Who knows it’s insane, Who knows it’s phoney but
Who don’t want to say cos Who don’t wanna be lonely
Who don’t wanna be cast away Who sees the string
The Problem is who can’t say anything but
Who sees the base Who sees the fraud
who's knows it’s just a case on top of two skateboards
Who sees stage floor, Who’s on TV but show them the face
Who knows what they'll see