Interpret:

Kinks, The

Album:

Preservation act 2

Sung by: Belle and The Floosies 
(as Flash's empire is being dismantled piece by piece) 


There ain't no beauty 
And there ain't no style, 
There's no quality 
And there's no purity. 
Honour's dead and buried 
Because it's unnecessary. 


Look at all the people, 
Why they all look the same. 
They're walking to the factory 
In their cloth caps and trilbies. 
They've got no style, 
Ain't it a pity. 


They're tearing old quality down 
Without any pity, 
Now they're coming to take me away 
To Scrapheap City. 
They say that good manners belong on a heap, 
They say they're outdated and they're obsolete, 
And now they're coming to take me away 
To Scrapheap City. 


There's no quality 
And there ain't no style 
Just miles and miles 
Of Scrapheap piles. 
There's no quality 
And there's no purity. 
They're digging up all of the flowers 
Because they look pretty 
And erecting identical concrete monstrosities. 
They're killing off all of the animals too, 
The only ones left are the ones in the zoo. 
Now they're coming to take me away 
To Scrapheap City. 
Ain't it a pity, 
Scrapheap City.