Lyrics: Prentice Robertson/Richard Turvey
Music: Prentice Robertson/Richard Turvey
Will you grow up to be a victim of consumerism, Starring in a film that you never asked to be in?
Tell me do you wanna live Americana dreams,
To buy the things you don’t even want?
And do you hate yourself cause everyone around you’s doing,
So damn well with their big house and job as well?
Try love yourself how are you meant to love yourself, When pictures tells you you’re wrong?
And the feeling comes around again,
Stuck to the ceiling and you won’t contain.
So you believe the truth you can’t explain,
When you find comfort you will find a way.
Do you believe they’re lying?
Civilisation’s dying,
And you cant deny it temperature’s are rising.
But what you desire helps to stoke the fire,
So you blame it on someone else.
Will you chase you happiness in things that you were always told had,
Happiness inside them?
But they made you happy less,
And stressed, and left and unimpressed,
Was it your soul all along?