Million Dead - Bovine Spungiform Economics lyrics

rate me

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 very far away from where I began.

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 very far away from where I began.

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prophet and cause superseded by profit and loss.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