We see them all over this great nation

Urban shrines of monetisation

A glass and concrete palace

Rises like an architects phallus'

As a mecca for the shopping crowds

These monolithic out of towns

Approached by people on the road

From far and wide postal codes

Queues of cars at the traffic lights

Exit straight on, Car Park A turn right

Hide the car on acres of Tarmac

Memorise the spot before you embark

On a day at the huge emporium

Owned by a faceless consortium

Inside this temple of shopping wonder

In and out of shops you blunder

Trying to find what your looking for

Lurching from door to door to door

Floors of shiny marble like tiles

Identical shops for what seems miles

Transverse the floors by escalators

Travelators and glass elevators

Everywhere is too shiny and bright

Its fiercely lit by electric lights

You feel like you're caught in a trap

Whilst searching for that elusive map

Upon which colours are shown

For each of the shopping zones

There's more than shops in this place

Food courts for you to stuff your face

Watch a film in the cinema

Or grab a beer from a theme bar

Tenpin bowling and arcades too

Just so many things to see and do

All contained in a single entity

This consumeristic mega city

But are they good is the debate

And the vast fortunes they generate

For shareholders and corporate bosses

Whose only interest is profits and losses

Consumerism is the only goal

Of these sterile places with no soul