Whatever happened to - twin sets
Whatever happened to - hi-fi
Whatever happened to - TV sex
Whatever happened to - you and I
Your passion is a product
(of) highlight and detail
That come hither look
Bonus offer retail
Whatever happened to - pick-up trucks
Whatever happened to - yellow pages
Whatever happened to - burning books
Whatever happened to - new ages
Your emotions are cheap
Cut price cash and carry
Your heart on your sleeve
For any Tom, Dick or Harry
Your love is a cashed-in cheque
Oh oh that's the way of all flesh
Whatever happened to - Chairman Mao
Whatever happened to - God above
Whatever happened to - the cow
Whatever happened to - plug-in love
Your pasteurised life so fit for consumption
Ooooo those undressing eyes so strictly commercial
Your love is a cashed-in cheque
Oh oh that's the way of all flesh
All flesh
All flesh
Source: BUZZCOCKS lyrics
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.