Sung by: belle and the floosies(as flash’s empire is being dismantled piece by piece)There ain’t no beautyAnd there ain’t no style,There’s no qualityAnd there’s no purity.Honour’s dead and buriedBecause it’s unnecessary.Look at all the people,Why they all look the same.They’re walking to the factoryIn their cloth caps and trilbies.They’ve got no style,Ain’t it a pity.They’re tearing old quality downWithout any pity,Now they’re coming to take me awayTo scrapheap city.They say that good manners belong on a heap,They say they’re outdated and they’re obsolete,And now they’re coming to take me awayTo scrapheap city.There’s no qualityAnd there ain’t no styleJust miles and milesOf scrapheap piles.There’s no qualityAnd there’s no purity.They’re digging up all of the flowersBecause they look prettyAnd 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 awayTo scrapheap city.Ain’t it a pity,Scrapheap city.
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