factories in the phillipines, cutting holes in brand new jeans, for cutting edge consumers, rick kids in the west you see, they have no sense of irony, and i'm losing my sense of humour, all across the moonlit sky, vapour trails multiply, trade winds are getting stronger, while he says she has to chill, they bring examples from brazil, new diseases from the congo,
i havent prayed since god knows when, my teeth are un-american, socialism's often trialled, unimpressed, unreconciled some people think im crazy.... but im not here comes the flood here comes the flood
a million tv dishes crown the skyline of shanty town, everywhere our apsiration, the word from cnn arives, we watched the headlines of our lives, each mooned in isolation, the cool blue line of isolation...
i havent prayed since god knows when, my teeth are un-american, socialism's often trialled, unimpressed, unreconciled some people think im crazy.... but im not here comes the flood here comes the flood
Democracy for planet earth, they roll it out like astroturf, crazy men they're all in a hurry, so you can wear a stupid grin, watch em roll the bankers in, only the bad guys amongst need to worry
i havent prayed since god knows when, my teeth are un-american, socialism's often trialled, unimpressed, unreconciled some people think im crazy.... but im not here comes the flood here comes the flood here comes the flood here comes the flood here comes the flood
Oysterband - from the Album Meet you there
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