Million Dead - Bovine Spungiform Economics lyrics

The maternity ward where I was born
Was knocked down in the first Gulf
War to build an airport
For housing Allied steel
For upholding Allied ideals
Like a stable petroleum price
And consumer choice

Oh Lord won't you buy me any kind of car
I've walked so far

Our few remaining parks
Are being smothered by cinemas
And the requisite stock of car parks
(it's not the same)
And our children will rejoice
In unbridled freedom of choice
Of superstores and different brands
Of cultural decay
Oh Lord won't you buy me any kind of car
I've walked so far

You only get out what you put in
And all that we pay is credence sincere
At the altars of competition and desire
All choice and no need makes
Jack a dull economist

They're selling ad-space on the subway walls
And privatizing the tenement halls
Prophet and cause superseded by
Profit and loss
They'd have Marshall's mustachiod face
Staring down from every public place
If they taught honest history in schools
And people knew who he was

Oh Lord won't you buy me any kind of car
I've walked so very far away
From where I began