Lyrics A Good World Spoiled - Dan Bull

Hey there, folks. How do you do?
Now you're tuned in. Welcome to Radio Nostalgia, smooth
The place to go for mellow music while you play a round or two
Down on that abandoned planet, surrounded by astounding views

Once a crowded coop, cluttered up by countless humans
Clucking round, without a clue that they're nothing without a use
This whole world's now a putting ground for the powerful few
Isn't it wonderful what uncontrolled wealth can do?

And to think they called us selfish, too
Without the supermarket, who the hell would the fisherman sell fish to?
The ice caps just lie flat, so what if we melt a few?
Why drink from the stream when you can buy some Mountain Dew?

Look, it sounds counterintuitive, but nothing's out of bounds
If you refuse to count the counterview
How can you confound a counterrevolution without a suit to countersue?
We just monopolise until they drop like flies out of view

Charity begins at home and home is very far away
We made a playground that's unsafe for any child to play
A scenic view now that the green is blue and skies are grey
The things I've seen it do, the things I've seen it do, I'm not even sure I'd like to say

Corporations are a force of nature, ever green
By which I mean we're forever chasing green indefinitely
None could keep our green in regulation, therein lies the rub
Blood money, we vie for blood like a hungry tiger would

You once took pride in providing for your livelihood
Now you'd die to buy the Cybertruck, call that survivorhood?
See what I'm driving at? Could it even be more nicely put?
Is that a flying divot or a slice of life you're lining up?

Not lying, look, provided that you'll financially thrive enough
You might just be invited to the finest club this side of Earth
This is no hybrid club, we don't mix iron and wood
Just high society types residing up in towers of ivory, lush

Charity begins at home and home is very far away
We made a playground that's unsafe for any child to play
A scenic view now that the green is blue and skies are grey
The things I've seen it do, the things I've seen it do, I'm not even sure I'd like to say

Wait, do you hear thunder? If I was a few years younger
I'd be hunkered down with you, sandwiched in a nuclear bunker
Two vacuum-proof-suited humans hum soothing tunes
Under a moonlit roofed tundra, cool as a couple of cucumbers

No social security number, just a bank account
And a frank account of how the bank got out of hand, then dealt a crashing blow
The kind of hit that might not get the airplay
Behind the scenes, we sign the deeds, why would we do it in the fair way?

When corpulent corporations become more powerful than nations, tell me
How is it at all a cause for praise or celebration?
Make mistakes, not war, unless the war is profit-making
Then make more and more, they'll always be repopulating

That isn't debt consolidating, we're just under par
To be honest, saving dollars over planets has brung us far
Tsunami waves and hurricanes are fun seen from afar
While we wave at Mother Nature: "Look, we've finally done it, Ma!"

And what is nature but a loose impediment?
Waiting for a corporation to drive a wedge straight through the sediment?
Never knew what we were doing, but we'd do it for the hell of it
Improvise like Nick Henderson, noodling on the theremin

Prioritise accruing revenue above everything
Boosting human endeavour to a new level it's never been
New trends, loose ends, no true friends or fellowship
We never do anything unless directly to our benefit

Charity begins at home and home is very far away
We made a playground that's unsafe for any child to play
A scenic view now that the green is blue and skies are grey
The things I've seen it do, the things I've seen it do, I'm not even sure I'd like to say