The crowd was one,oblivion ran deep
A consciousness of cannon-fodder walking in it's sleep
Vacant expressions and don't look ahead
Everybody does with the beatuiful dead
All queue up and grovel for a hit
Someone pulls the reins and you chew at the bit
Encouraged by commercials to spend beyond my means
I laughed as it all fell apart the seams
Well take a look at tomorrow
But will i inherit the good green Earth?
Such a lovely world
All mod-cons there was dust on the drums
My electronic beat-box got the job done
Everybody emulate the pulse of the soul
And change your clothes to make you feel old
Effort and sweat was a thing of the past (they said)
Welcome to the world of the beautiful dead
