Lyrics: Francesco Lo Giudice
Music: Francesco Lo Giudice
you don’t have to tune in to the live stream from space
to notice the world turning round the wrong way
it’s written on the tin
it’s celebrated showmanship - ‘watch this! watch this!’
hypnosis is easier
with weapons of mass media
the landscape is littered with
ego manic neo fascist pigs
no offence to all the pigs
you’re such intelligent creatures
the suits are so spoilt they spill oil into their pockets
the ocean’s on the brink but they’ve got a thing for rockets
a kink that must come from being brought up starved of love - ‘my love! my love!’
‘force feeding powerlessness’
they told the press is ‘better than sex’
the landscape is littered with
ego manic neo fascist pigs
no offence to all the pigs
you’re such intelligent creatures
is it the general election or
the election of the general?
also what’s with all the walls?
are they to hang up your picture?
if it’s crooked then gently tilt the foundation
ignorance in the age of information
fear has never failed to throw one into jail alone - ‘your honour! your honour!’
the sentence after years of trial
is to spend your life in denial
the landscape is littered with
ego manic neo fascist pigs
no offence to all the pigs
you’re such intelligent creatures
is it the general election or
the election of the general?
but every empire has its fall
and i’m itching for the future