Modern man is burdened, manipulated
By a society which forces him to work
He’s lost all sense of reality
And buys adventure like he buys new socks

Waving a fat cheque
You can’t be Indiana Jones
Buy a ticket and become someone else for a while
You’d never survive
Yourself, in the jungle or desert
Do you really need to pay to breathe the fresh air?

But in the jungle
You’d still complain
"I’m hungry" and "I’m in cold"
You’d certainly miss your home comforts
But back at work
You’d tell your mates:
"What wonderful holidays I’ve had"!

Say "thank you" to the travel agent
Who sold you something
You could’ve discovered for free
But you’re used to buying
Even adventure equaled cash!

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