Lyrics: Jonny Mellor/Rob Blakeney
Music: Jonny Mellor/Rob Blakeney
Lampoon the Underclass, Spoonfeed the Inquisitive
Cultural Regression starts here! Where’s the Professors?
Where’s the Successors? Where’s the Success
When Sex sucks and we’re like dead Ducks, selling ourselves for ten Bucks?
Recently Autonomy has got to me
And falling apart is not what it’s cracked up to be
Nah! I always thought it sat uncomfortably
With a Race that are basically Sheep without the woolly Jumpers
That means we’re shivering and searching for a Shepherd
We thought we’d found some but we were chasing after Crooks
We’ve been learning all the Lessons
When probably we should have been burning all the Books
So this is Progress! A Century of Bloodshed
A Prozac Generation, on every Corner a Mcds
And this is Liberation! A thousand Shades of Lipstick
And a Surgeon who can make you look like they tell you you should be
Everything is not okay. We are moving backwards
Everything is not okay. We are moving backwards
Everything is not okay. We are moving backwards
Backwards. Backwards. Backwards. Backwards
Woe to the City of Blood, full of Lies, full of Plunder
We are going under!
Woe to the City of Blood, full of Lies, full of Plunder
We are going under!
Woe to the City of Blood, full of Lies, full of Plunder
We are going under!
Woe to the City of Blood, full of Lies, full of Plunder
We are going under!
It’s an Exercise in Paper pushing so take your Cushion and make yourself comfortable
Disengage your Brain, it’s strange because under all
The Pretence of Progress, it’s just a slow Death in Disguise
Cos no one admits it’s pointless if there’s no Rest in the Skies for us
But don’t think about that. Just push harder. Run faster. Make is larger
Till we’re past the point of Perfection and we’re Masters of the Universe
And every potential Alien Race agrees to put Humans first
Nah, don’t worry, I think we’re through the Worst
Cos we’re working on some Software that’ll make you live forever
The best Thing about it is that you don’t need to lift a Finger
At the Touch of a Button, this Machine will give you Pleasure
So forget about your Tests, your Stress and all the Pressure
Well, you can keep your Soma, I prefer the older Model to the New Improved
The perpetual Record Breakers are all Cheats!
And as we sink without a Trace, we’ll still be mocking our Grandparents
With our healthy looking Hair and our shiny white Teeth
Everything is not okay. We are moving backwards
Everything is not okay. We are moving backwards
Everything is not okay. We are moving backwards
Backwards. Backwards. Backwards. Backwards
Everything is not okay. We are moving backwards
Everything is not okay. We are moving backwards
Everything is not okay. We are moving backwards
Backwards. Backwards. Backwards. Backwards
Woe to the City of Blood, full of Lies, full of Plunder
We are going under!
Woe to the City of Blood, full of Lies, full of Plunder
We are going under!
Woe to the City of Blood, full of Lies, full of Plunder
We are going under!
Woe to the City of Blood, full of Lies, full of Plunder
We are going under!