New Maps Of Hell

They all meet up on the fairway

All clobbered up in Pringle

There’s no such thing as they

A wiseacre once told me

But I’ve already identified them

Talking big business at the golf club

It’s the elephant’s graveyard for the white man

Made men, who could never be happy

I’ve discovered New Maps of Hell

New Maps, New Maps

I’ve discovered New Maps of Hell

New Maps, New Maps

4 over par on the 7th

Let’s all blame it on the G.E.R.D.

Let’s all blame it all on spicy food

And… socialism

You can’t always have it your own way

Trouble at the mill again

Like a spoilt brat refused

All the sweets festooned around the checkout till

I’ve discovered New Maps of Hell

New Maps, New Maps

I’ve discovered New Maps of Hell

New Maps, New Maps

We’re all going down the pan

9 months wait for a C.T.I. scan

“Cream always floats to the top”

But so does… scum too

Let’s all wave the flag

Pretend we’re all in it together

But some are more in it than others

The sand bunkers of history

I’ve discovered New Maps of Hell

New Maps, New Maps

I’ve discovered New Maps of Hell

New Maps, New Maps