He's travelling the road that others have shown him

He's following the lies that orhers have told him

His Future's on the brink...

And nothing's ever going to sink... the ship


Grabs a working lunch, keeping one eye on the NASDAQ

Driving through the Blackwall on his way to some knock-back

There's no room in his soul

For the prople he controls... but never knows


An in his life there's an empty space

He fills with doubt and shame

Then seals it up and destroys the key

And ploughs himself right back into the winning game


She's struggling with the problems that our hero has shown her,

(A few thousands miles away, in a luxury Land Rover)

Her children in the cold

While her life is bought and sold... On tiny screens


And as her value drops, well another one is rising

More fashionable crops for the ever enterprising

The West plays betting games

On the fortunes of its slaves... but never knows


And in her heart there's an empty space.

We take more from, every day.

But we close our eyes and pay no more hees

And plough ourselves right back into the winning game


These Two halvees of the problem,

Are Joined like the sides of a coin

We see them, we feel them but do nothing

People live in the world that we drive through

It's hard to even know what they're there

We see them, we feel them but do nothing


Still treading the road our education's shown us

Still following the lies that the media has told us

We're chalking up success

While our planet's in a mess... But never know


The campaigners on TV are all just raving "lefties"

With pullovers so dodgy and haircuts from the seventies

So why should we take note

When we can simply cast our vote for status quo?


And in our hearts there's an empty space,

We feel its nagging pain

But we take the drugs and damp it down

And plough ourselves right back into the winning game


Life, it seems not much more,

Than a race for an un-named prize

That we accept in some tear-stained ceremony

From the people that we despise


And in our hearts we want nothing more,

Than greed and lust and pain

We buy and sell

And we crawl away

To count our ill-got gains