Songtexte The Beautiful Dead - Killing Joke

The crowd was one, oblivion ran deep
A consciousness of cannon fodder walking in its sleep
Vacant expressions and don't look ahead
"Everybody dance with the beautiful dead," I said

All queue up and gravel for a hit
Someone pulls the reins, then you chew at the bit
Encouraged by commercials to spend beyond my means
I laughed as it all fell apart at the seams

(Hey, take a look at tomorrow)

But will I inherit the good green earth?
Such a lovely world

All mod cons, there was dust on the drums
My electronic beatbox got the job done
Everybody emulate the pulse of the soul
And change your clothes to make you feel old
Effort and sweat was a thing of the past, they said
"Welcome to the world of the beautiful dead"

But will I inherit the good green earth?
Such a lovely world