Million Dead - Bread and Circuses lyrics
[Million Dead - Bread and Circuses lyrics]
It's time to celebrate, to come out and play
We've been counting down the days
This weekend we've got a bank holiday!
We're as sick with expectation as we
Are with what we're escaping
Lock up the house, load up the car
We've twenty-four hours to spend in
A goddamn theme park
We are so grateful for our
New state-funded stately pleasure dome
We just commute from one end of
The conveyor belt to the other
Shock and awe and an over-priced gift-shop
You didn't have fun if you
Didn't buy the t-shirt
Paying through the nose so you
Can prick-tease your animal instincts
Art starts to imitate life in the factory
The factory's a prison
So art is seen to atrophy
All our days off in front of the
TV instead of a stock screen
We just commute from one end of
The conveyor belt to the other
Oh, the kids who would've led
The unions in the past now grow up staying
Silent in darkened cinemas
If every hour that I have spent stuck in
A circus was spent learning a language
I'd have so much more to say
And if every penny that I
Have spent on processed
Bread was spent on growing my own food
My skin wouldn't look so grey
Work and rest and play safe in the
Knowledge that this is the only way
The hand that feeds chooses the menu
But I'm a fussy eater work rest and decay
One commodity a day will
Keep subversive daydreams away
We've been counting down the days
This weekend we've got a bank holiday!
We're as sick with expectation as we
Are with what we're escaping
Lock up the house, load up the car
We've twenty-four hours to spend in
A goddamn theme park
We are so grateful for our
New state-funded stately pleasure dome
We just commute from one end of
The conveyor belt to the other
Shock and awe and an over-priced gift-shop
You didn't have fun if you
Didn't buy the t-shirt
Paying through the nose so you
Can prick-tease your animal instincts
Art starts to imitate life in the factory
The factory's a prison
So art is seen to atrophy
All our days off in front of the
TV instead of a stock screen
We just commute from one end of
The conveyor belt to the other
Oh, the kids who would've led
The unions in the past now grow up staying
Silent in darkened cinemas
If every hour that I have spent stuck in
A circus was spent learning a language
I'd have so much more to say
And if every penny that I
Have spent on processed
Bread was spent on growing my own food
My skin wouldn't look so grey
Work and rest and play safe in the
Knowledge that this is the only way
The hand that feeds chooses the menu
But I'm a fussy eater work rest and decay
One commodity a day will
Keep subversive daydreams away