Текст песни The Will To Power - Pulp

Walking from the scene of some humiliation, feeling like a dog
Walking from the scene of some romantic triumph, feeling like God
Walk towards the small-town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them
Can have anything, can never fail
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency

Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real
Four billion spectators look on
Judging, analyzing, losing
Sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs
Suck and sate, forces of fate

A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity
The only choice, the only voice in the darkness
The only choice, the only voice

1933, where are you now?
Where are the broken bottles?
Where′s the toffs slumming it?
Where's the fanaticism? God!
Where′s truth and beauty?

Walk towards the small-town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them
Can have anything, can never fail
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency

Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real
Four billion spectators look on
Judging, analyzing, losing
Sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs
Suck and sate, forces of fate

A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity
The only choice, the only voice in the darkness
The only choice, the only voice

1933, where are you now?
Where are the broken bottles?
Where's the fanaticism?
Where's truth and beauty?

Where′s truth and beauty?
Where′s truth and beauty?
Where's truth and beauty?
Where′s truth and beauty?

Where's truth and beauty?
Where′s truth and beauty?
Where's truth and beauty?
Where′s truth and beauty?

Where's truth and beauty?
Where's truth and beauty?
Where′s truth and beauty?
Where′s truth and beauty?